Solo New and Distrusted

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Stretching northward along the coastline of the Suvan Sea, the Cobalt Mountains are the home of the Bronze Wood, numerous ruins, and creatures both strange and fantastical.

New and Distrusted

Postby Kaie on November 15th, 2013, 9:40 pm

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Timestamp: 16th of Fall, 513 AV
12th Bell


"Why'd ya do it?"

Kaie turned her head to find the voice riding beside her. It was the bearded man who had discovered the woman and child the night before about the same time she had. Somehow, a barbarian from the region all his life, his Common managed to be far worse than hers. His beady eyes stared at her, his face mostly covered by a dark cloud of facial hair.


"Do what?" She asked, clearly confused. The ebony mount she refused to name continued his steady strides. They were in a valley and thus the riding was easy. Considering she wasn't a very good rider at all, that was perfectly fine with her.

"Savin' dat woman 'n 'er babe."

"I don't get what you mean."

"Ya told Trent not ta' kill 'em. Got 'em to feed 'em and keep 'em well. We were gon' off 'em right there ya know," He explained simply, still staring at her. Kaie tried to ignore him and rode in silence for several moments, but his gaze was unwavering. He was determined to find his answer.


"I told Trent to sell them as slaves. That's nothing to be proud of," She snipped back without minding the harshness in her own voice. Just as quickly as they opened, her lips were sealed once again. Her hands balled up into fists around the reigns of her horse, fighting the urge to spur her horse away from his. She might've had it not been a direct violation of orders. Trent valued uniformity. Breaking from her position would be the quickest way to piss him off.

"Well. Better th'n dead wouldn't ya say?"

"When they get there, they might as well be."

"Then why did ya suggest it?"

Great question.

The Myrian remained silent for several moments, thumbs feeling along the length of the leather reigns. Studying their texture and perhaps seeking comfort from it.

"I...I don't know," Kaie began slowly with eyes narrowed and lips curving down in a frown of uncertainty in herself. "Maybe so the kid could live long enough to pull himself out of it," Kaie replied slowly, redirecting her gaze ahead of her and away from the man. She could see Trent riding point far ahead with two of his most trusted just behind at his flank. Behind him were two wagons, the last Kaie was flanking for protecting. Just as she suggested the first day she arrived.

"Ya know that'll prolly nev'r happen don't ya?"

Kaie bit the inside of her lip, doing her best to show zero emotion. She knew what he was doing. He was undermining whatever twisted mercy she believed in the night before. And only then had she realized how foolish she had been. Glancing behind them, Kaie could see the woman riding on her own horse slowly behind them. Her child was cradled in her arms. Her face was strict, riddled with a forced strength a mother had to possess to ensure the survival of her son. The Myrian could see right through that. Underneath it all, she was shattering bit by bit. Day by day she withered since they slaughtered the men in her camp. One surely was the baby's father.

For a moment Kaie let the mother fade from her focus and replaced it with the child. That stupid, little, swaddled child wrapped in white cloth. Innocent without a single defense in the world other than the arms holding it. And she had allowed it to live only to serve a master. To be born and raised a slave. And to die as one.

"No. No, I know that kid will probably never leave that city," Kaie snapped in return, her impatience broiling considerably the more the topic was pushed. The older man nodded and returned to riding, his curiosity sated. She, however, could no longer release it so easily. For now he had implanted thoughts in her mind. Terrible, guilty thoughts.

Had she not thought of the very city she offered them up to? Had she forgotten whose domain it was? A pit grew in her stomach at the realization of the sin she had committed. Nyka. The city ruled partially by Uphis. Few names were so hated in her home as that one. And she was practically serving them up on a silver platter, forfeiting their freedom in the process. What the petch was she doing?
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