Snatched away
The quiet of the docks can still be dangerous. Getting lost in reading only to realize there is a Master towering over, demanding this girl to come with him. Eyeing the bell that now seemed so out of reach as she is guided to the ship, eyes despareatly searching the empty docks. Lips open to yell, but what words to shout… the quiet seemed almost deafening to her. His stern eyes upon her as he tosses coins to the Captain, pointing to a destination on the map. She having no idea what their destination was, as fearful eyes watch the docks pull away into the distance. Arriving a bit later at a cold and snowy dock. Yanked from the boat, she scurries to keep up, eyes flickering about her at the foreign surroundings. Walking through the cold seemed to last for ages as they weaved from one path to another. Her mind trying to memorize her surroundings, to prepare for a quick escape should she have the chance. Hoping foolishly that he would not secure her in such a way that escape would be difficult, if not impossible.
She listens, with fear, to his words as she kneels before the Master in his home. Happy to be away from the cold but anxious and fearful at his claims and wish of her ownership. Her mind races from here to there… considering his words to her. Dark eyes studying the room about her, for any possibility of escape. Scowling down to her hands, her thoughts scolding… ‘Foolish girl… for allowing the opportunity to be stolen. Now here you sit, plotting an escape from this cold place instead of kneeling on a warm dock among scrolls. Surely not to be found pleasing by your Master and Mistress upon their discovery that you are now missing. Foolish girl… now think of something!’
bree, slave of Zar, warrior of Besnitt
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