Post by "Analucia" on Jul 8, 2019 14:31:24 GMT -8
As she watched her rescuer (although, one could say that she wouldn't have even been in this mess if not for Atraedor's lies...) try to come to terms with himself, visibly watching his skin change colors and the smoking ebb and the man stretch and bring himself to stand, Arenna's eyes filled with tears.
Filled, but did not overflower. She sniffled hard and blinked her long lashes rapidly, turning her face away as his Common rolled over her. She still hadn't realized she'd spoken to him in Rondí, but she was thankful that he wasn't further admonishing her for her stupid, and frankly foolish, behavior. Still sitting on the ground, she saw that he was going to make his way deeper into the forest, and she pushed up onto her fancy leather-and-silk boots.
"But my... my things, my sword..." she said and gestured back into the town. The attempt was feeble, however, with no real passion in it. She had no desire to face the Black Tain again, and although it did wound her soul a little bit to lose her sword, she did still have both of her daggers, and her pendant. Loss of clothes, rations, her diary--
HER DIARY.[/b]
She had been following after Atraedor but stopped in her tracks and gasped, hard. If anyone read her diary, they'd know immediately who she was. But then, she'd written in Rondí. How many people in Taingaard read fluent Rondí? Probably none. ... Probably. She began walking again, but was so deep in her thoughts, she missed Atraedor's remarks.
She should tell Atraedor who she was. If the men weren't going to come after them for attacking the Black Tain, she was fairly sure that they'd come after them for the ransom she would bring to a country currently going through a Golden Age and bursting with wealth to spend. Queen Xiomara was financing "explorers" and "privateers" left and right to expand Rondon's land, now that Zephyr had been soundly conquered and all their riches reaped.
... But then, they were already running from the men, weren't they? Perhaps telling Atraedor who she was would just needlessly stress him. Yes, that was the better option, wasn't it...?
As Arenna continued to followed, she was uncharacteristically quiet... but at least she wasn't panicking at the thought of being in dangerous woods, or not being in a hotel room or having eaten. Clearly, the princess had many faults, but she at least wasn't vain.
Filled, but did not overflower. She sniffled hard and blinked her long lashes rapidly, turning her face away as his Common rolled over her. She still hadn't realized she'd spoken to him in Rondí, but she was thankful that he wasn't further admonishing her for her stupid, and frankly foolish, behavior. Still sitting on the ground, she saw that he was going to make his way deeper into the forest, and she pushed up onto her fancy leather-and-silk boots.
"But my... my things, my sword..." she said and gestured back into the town. The attempt was feeble, however, with no real passion in it. She had no desire to face the Black Tain again, and although it did wound her soul a little bit to lose her sword, she did still have both of her daggers, and her pendant. Loss of clothes, rations, her diary--
HER DIARY.[/b]
She had been following after Atraedor but stopped in her tracks and gasped, hard. If anyone read her diary, they'd know immediately who she was. But then, she'd written in Rondí. How many people in Taingaard read fluent Rondí? Probably none. ... Probably. She began walking again, but was so deep in her thoughts, she missed Atraedor's remarks.
She should tell Atraedor who she was. If the men weren't going to come after them for attacking the Black Tain, she was fairly sure that they'd come after them for the ransom she would bring to a country currently going through a Golden Age and bursting with wealth to spend. Queen Xiomara was financing "explorers" and "privateers" left and right to expand Rondon's land, now that Zephyr had been soundly conquered and all their riches reaped.
... But then, they were already running from the men, weren't they? Perhaps telling Atraedor who she was would just needlessly stress him. Yes, that was the better option, wasn't it...?
As Arenna continued to followed, she was uncharacteristically quiet... but at least she wasn't panicking at the thought of being in dangerous woods, or not being in a hotel room or having eaten. Clearly, the princess had many faults, but she at least wasn't vain.
