writing_shadows

(3 words each by

mazrj and

skinny_cartman)
She was, Rose realised with some astonishment, jealous.

Tor was better than her. At everything she did. He could cook better, he was more caring, and was far more clever with ways to heal. And he did clever and effective things with hedge fruit. And he was sensitive and perceptive. And everyone liked him. And he was more virtuous, or noble, or...maybe just a better person.

She sniffled a little, and then shook her head at herself. This was just vanity. There was nothing wrong with him being better at things than she was, in spite of how she felt. And she had psychology and dream therapy too, and not many people did those things. She wasn't useless.

And just because people didn't need her anymore - London proved that - didn't mean that they didn't want her. Maybe that was better. Maybe it was better that there was someone else there to do all the things she could. Just in case.

She did hate that the idea didn't bring any relief. Just a strange prickling in her heart.

She didn't like feeling jealous.