Shiress would have laughed had her stomach not been in knots.
The slave watched the man sputter and cough as his head resurfaced, then her eyes moved to study the woman. This one was not a slave, but still, the female somehow knew slavery and held an air of command. But, then again, Shiress was a slave, who didn't own an air of command that wasn't a slave? One last glance around, and she was back to sorting, cursing her damnable curiosity, as she fought back the bile in her throat.
Shiress studied the tongue before her, it was somewhat human looking, as in it was pink, or once was pink, but it was swollen, as if it had been cut out of a mouth some bells into a hanging. Shiress pressed her mouth into the fold of her arm, swallowing hard, and tossed it into the human pile. The next was a blackened, forked tongue, this went into the non-human pile, or, what didn't slither off into her hand as she attempted to throw the vile thing, went into the non-human pile. Shiress's body lurched with another violent gag, but steadying herself, her stomach contents remained intact, for what was left of it, but her green eyes watered as if she'd been crying for days.
Looking around for more disembodied speakers, she found herself surrounded by mounds of sorted organs. Following orders, Shiress filled two baskets with her sorted tongues, one with what she thought might be human, the other with the non-human guesses. Climbing from the boat, Shiress glanced to the armed woman, giving her a 'I really wish I didn't have to this' look, then followed the other female up the stairs.
Slightly winded, the slave left the stairway, and trailed the small Konti to the man at the door. Daring a glance at the odd doctor, Shiress frowned in puzzlement at the man's widened eyes as each of the baskets passed beneath his gaze. Shiress turned to look over her shoulder and whispered to the taller woman as as soon as they were out of earshot. "Does he seem a little too excited to you?" When Shiress faced forward again, her steps froze, having expected to walk into some sort of exam room. Instead, it looked as if the three women had just been led into a torture chamber.
Shiress turned a look on Maya that was pure trepidation, before moving into the room. Cautiously, eyes darting from instrument to instrument, the slave chose a table, and began unpacking her baskets.
The slave watched the man sputter and cough as his head resurfaced, then her eyes moved to study the woman. This one was not a slave, but still, the female somehow knew slavery and held an air of command. But, then again, Shiress was a slave, who didn't own an air of command that wasn't a slave? One last glance around, and she was back to sorting, cursing her damnable curiosity, as she fought back the bile in her throat.
Shiress studied the tongue before her, it was somewhat human looking, as in it was pink, or once was pink, but it was swollen, as if it had been cut out of a mouth some bells into a hanging. Shiress pressed her mouth into the fold of her arm, swallowing hard, and tossed it into the human pile. The next was a blackened, forked tongue, this went into the non-human pile, or, what didn't slither off into her hand as she attempted to throw the vile thing, went into the non-human pile. Shiress's body lurched with another violent gag, but steadying herself, her stomach contents remained intact, for what was left of it, but her green eyes watered as if she'd been crying for days.
Looking around for more disembodied speakers, she found herself surrounded by mounds of sorted organs. Following orders, Shiress filled two baskets with her sorted tongues, one with what she thought might be human, the other with the non-human guesses. Climbing from the boat, Shiress glanced to the armed woman, giving her a 'I really wish I didn't have to this' look, then followed the other female up the stairs.
Slightly winded, the slave left the stairway, and trailed the small Konti to the man at the door. Daring a glance at the odd doctor, Shiress frowned in puzzlement at the man's widened eyes as each of the baskets passed beneath his gaze. Shiress turned to look over her shoulder and whispered to the taller woman as as soon as they were out of earshot. "Does he seem a little too excited to you?" When Shiress faced forward again, her steps froze, having expected to walk into some sort of exam room. Instead, it looked as if the three women had just been led into a torture chamber.
Shiress turned a look on Maya that was pure trepidation, before moving into the room. Cautiously, eyes darting from instrument to instrument, the slave chose a table, and began unpacking her baskets.