"Pity?" the girl asked with wide brown eyes. A sorrowful look on her face. "Why would anyone pity Roka? Roka just is making friends like Tenendrake and Milliardo. But Masta' Creyes never lets me keep any friends. They all go away so soon." The girl's brow furrowed as she took a dry towel and dabbed Aello's body with the cloth, cleaning her wounds as she hummed in a matter of of a child. A strange demented, yet seemingly brain damaged child. Over the course of Aello's care the cloth made its way to her arms where her wrists were chafed from lying three days in chains.
Aello would flinch a little as the moist towel passed over the puckered skin. Skin which seemed... odd. In fact all her skin seemed odd. The scratches seemed to be tended rather well. Mending as they were at a faster rate. "Oh dear, my new friend is hurt a little.Even if I cared for her that entire time and changed the dresses of her bandages." The poor girl pouted as she looked towards the horizon, the sun was to come up soon. "I'll kiss it all better soon, I promise. So what's my new friend's name?"
The girl’s quess would look to her as if expecting Aello to answer. Sadly she’d only receive only a hard, dead look that was as cold as an icy dagger before aello turned away. The look that may have been deadly if she had even the slightest ounce of hypnotic power to back it up. Whatever the case, The girl seemed to withdraw a bit into herself a little, frowning before laying down beside Aello to wrap her arms around it. "Oh don't be like that. I've been keeping you warm these past cold nights with hugs. They're not the special hugs that Creyes' demands as a friend, I don't really like those."
”We're hardly friends, considering I'm bound to your side.” Aello growled.
"Oh, I know. I'm such a fool. But Masta Creyes says its the only way to make friends, and Masta Creyes is always right. That's what Milliardo and Tenendrake say at least."
Aello would not heed the girl's words and rolled her eyes to look away. The girl was oblivious though, or perhaps to naïve to know. No matter how good of an actress in the forests."You know, I did have a friend once. But she ran away. I tried to run with her but... but..." The girl pressed herself against Aello as if shivering from some lost memory. The stunned woman was almost foolish here, for if she had the wits perhaps she could gain a little bit more information of who she was up against. But perhaps she didn't care?
Whatever the case, Aello would take on an aura of silence and try to move away.
The struggling child was looking for some compassion and yet none would be had from the social recluse that was Aello. The archer would simply scoot away and remain silent. As if the very closeness of someone else's emotional turmoil was too much to be comfortable. "She was someone who came back though later... after I was captured and beaten. She came back about just after the time we brought you in, and even Masta' Creyes didn't try to get her back as a friend. Said she was here to buy a certain someone... just looked at me and said to tend to you. So I did. I did what my friend said to do. She said I could be your friend perhaps as well... that perhaps this time she'd take me. Said I should go with her to a funny named place. A real funny named place that started with a "R" or sometin'"
“lot of good friends you've got.” Aello would respond sarcastically as she rolled her eyes again, and scooted a little farther away. Or at least she scooted as far away as the chains on her wrists would let her. Which wasn’t much.
The girl's face held a strange half scowl of frustration, "Well aren't you miss highbrow? Scared of even trying to talk? Anyway, this friend came back and doesn't want just me, she wants you to... the boss is still deciding if I’ts worth it. She says she'll pay a lot of gold." “Eh what a surprise?” "I don't know though... she called herself a funny name this time.” “I don’t know.” “Maybe you know the name?"[/b]
Aello would simply turn her head and wait for the name, staring at the girl who stared back.
The girl pondered and looked out over the fire at Milliardo and the rest of the slaver's by the fire. Including a rather large akalak, named tenendrake who's anchor was not far behind. Though Aello's chains would not allow her to see it the man possessed a rather blood stained dagger , using it now as a plinking tool to work a sandal thong.
Coming to a decision of sorts the girl would nod to herself and lean down lean down, whispering in Aello's ear. [color=tan]"She said her names was Stryfe, and called herself 'Ebbena' or sometin. Tell you the truth she kind of scares me."
Aello would shudder at the mention of the 'friends' name and a small bit of moisture would fall on her face as the situation had taken another spin on things. The girl was crying. "She's scary, I don't want to go with her. I don't want to stay here either. I don't wanta but Masta' Creyes won't let me leave. Says I'm too 'valuable."
Once again the woman would say nothing as her body tensed. The girl was practically in tears by now. "Says it’s been that way ever since he pulled me from the sea."
Aello's brow would furrow in regards to the servant’s or rather, slave’s words. "pulled you from the sea?" Her question was little more than a whisper. Just words floating silently on dense air.
Even though Aello wasn't the most talkative, right now, even chained as she was, she tensed as she was all the girl had here to confess her feelings too. Feelings of despair would flash upon the young girl's face. But that wasn't the only thing which flashed either. As the pair had talked, even if it was raining the time of sunrise had come. As the child looked at her as a strange change came over the girl. Her visage remained much the same save for her body lengthening to that of an age close to Aello's in height and demeanor as the young girls form 'developed' almost instantly. Her face became a little older as well, but in them seemed a younger sort of innocence that seemed to replace her expression as a pair of horns lengthened from her scalp. ”Yep, pulled me from the sea he did.”
"So you are..." the captive would whisper. Not so sure how astonished she felt anymore.
The girl was an ethfael, and in a manner of their kind she solemnly nodded. []"You're still hurt. I should help that." With those words the young girl/woman would reach once again down the length of Aello's body. Uncaring for the woman's modesty as each small wound was touched once and healed by a day's worth of time.
Aello would gasp, her eyes widening. Not having known of their kind's power. She wondered if her mind had been muddled, thrown into sheer madness. If she were simply imagining, falling on false hope.
Even her chafed wrists were healed a little before the girl plopped down wearily beside her sniffling as she drew close to her to share Aello’s warmth. It was as if the notion of helping Aello’s wounds had somehow cost her , making her fatigued with no sun out to warm her bones. "That Ebenna was here with me in a cage last season. She called it fall when she escaped. I don't know what fall is. But Creyes said he fished me in summer. I don't know what that means. I just want a friend to stay awhile so I don't have to bear this all alone."
The girl would lapse into silence, just silently allowing the tears to roll down her cheeks as she pondered and waited. It would be awhile, perhaps a day or so before Aello had her strength back after three days asleep. Even with the girl’s ministrations to help her.
But that only mattered if the situation did not become desperate, or if two burning eyes of red watching from above listened in on the young women's conversation and came to the most dire of decisions. For once though, that fury was stalled as the creature blinked as if in thought. Still hidden from those far below. Perhaps he would give these two time. Time to see if they were truly blood betrayers like the rest of the ilk of this camp. Time to see if they were to be granted reprieve from Dira's embrace this day or another day soon. One thing he did know. By the time this was done. Every slaver would be dead, it only remained to see the means, by his works, or his poisons. Soon he would have to decide if he should dose the slave pen the strange penmates were in.
There were other slave pens around as well. More mercenaries around the morning fire. How many of those slaves should receive a bit of mercy, freedom from their chained and wretched existence? How many of the slavers should be rendered unto Dira. Should the damsel who invaded his pyve's home be made ready for the journey as well? For once, he'd seen a small shred of evidence that she might receive a bit of mercy. But for those to recieve mercy, they had to know who were worthy enough to bestow that same mercy upon as well... what would they do? What twisting thread of uncertainties would be crossed? Could a divide of an innocent ever be regained when that innocent did not know the part they played? Or were their actions still damnable to death? The small little being with red glowing eyes amidst the treetops smiled for the first time in his three day vigil over the interloper. Taking hope that he might see the answers to the many questions in his mind as the woman below might be brought to ponder if life was a gift, or a curse for those in her situation. |