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For a long time after the woman had spoken, Kalina was silent. The answer to her question registered, as did the woman’s own questions… but she acknowledged nothing. Admitting aloud that her Master was not with her made it all the more real, and the immature kelvic didn’t have the mechanisms in place to deal with, or even understand, loss. In the woman’s arms, an unparalleled sense of loneliness washed over her, and the naked girl’s following shiver was not from the cold as the pair ascended the steps into the citadel. Worse than just losing her Master, she had lost the comfort of the small green rag: the blanket that she had had for as long as forever, but had left behind.
The cool, grey walls blurred as the girl furiously blinked in an effort to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall, and she continued to blindly pick at the cuticle of one of her fingers, just to give herself something to do. She wanted Blankey back. And she wanted her Master to come with it. Her Master had, after all, come to an island to get her the very first day they had met… she didn’t see why he couldn’t come again and get her. Master knew everything; he would know what happened. He would fix it. He would make everything better.
With this assurance, she sniffed as she raised her hands to wipe her eyes and nose dry before dropping them back into her lap and wiping the mucus and salty tears on her thighs. "Blanky has been with me forever. He’s green and long and wide and warm and he keeps me safe and snuggly." Her voice was thick with emotion, her pronunciation even more flawed from the blocked nose. "My Master will look after him, right? Master looked after him when I was running around looking for food and I couldn’t carry him. So he'll look after him now."
"Master is… ‘Gent in… Black… Black…" Most of what she knew of Marcus Ahysen were things she had overheard and, just like the mention of her being a slave in Zeltiva, the man had never thought it necessary to keep her in check with what she might know, and what she shouldn’t share. The man’s job meant nothing to her; as did the word Rhysol; Marcus having deemed her too immature to be able to understand. To Kalina, then, this information was as guarded as what her favourite type of fish was. They were just words, and they were something she could share with the woman in an effort to please her, as she seemed interested. "...Black… I can’t remember."
Kalina returned to picking at her cuticles, this time slightly more aggressively; she was upset at not being able to remember the word that always followed the first. Though the normal significance of what she was trying to say escaped her, it was important to the kelvic purely because it was something to tell the woman, to keep her interested. Anna was nice. "Master likes fish. I really like fish, more than I like bucks... and lots more than I like rats... and he buyed them fish for me too. Just like he buyed me from a cage on an island with lots of cages with kelvics like me. I’m a kelvic, you know."
Glancing up at the woman, Kalina wiped away some tears which had fallen down one of her cheeks. Her red-rimmed eyes illuminated the green chatoyance as she smiled, proud of remembering the lesson of what she was. The little girl was oblivious to the interior of the citadel as Annalisa walked through; the walk had lulled her enough that she felt secure enough, moreover the answers were occupying her attentions, though she took a moment to examine her new surroundings. She whimpered at the sight and tucked herself a little tighter into the woman’s chest. "’Melia buyed me fish too, after she saved me from bad men in Ravok. She's really nice to me, like you. I was so happy when she was coming with Master and me away from Ravok, 'cause then I have more friends... I don’t like big water…" she finally uttered, repeating herself as she sniffed again, "but I miss Ravok. And I miss Blankey and ‘Melia… and Master."
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For a long time after the woman had spoken, Kalina was silent. The answer to her question registered, as did the woman’s own questions… but she acknowledged nothing. Admitting aloud that her Master was not with her made it all the more real, and the immature kelvic didn’t have the mechanisms in place to deal with, or even understand, loss. In the woman’s arms, an unparalleled sense of loneliness washed over her, and the naked girl’s following shiver was not from the cold as the pair ascended the steps into the citadel. Worse than just losing her Master, she had lost the comfort of the small green rag: the blanket that she had had for as long as forever, but had left behind.
The cool, grey walls blurred as the girl furiously blinked in an effort to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall, and she continued to blindly pick at the cuticle of one of her fingers, just to give herself something to do. She wanted Blankey back. And she wanted her Master to come with it. Her Master had, after all, come to an island to get her the very first day they had met… she didn’t see why he couldn’t come again and get her. Master knew everything; he would know what happened. He would fix it. He would make everything better.
With this assurance, she sniffed as she raised her hands to wipe her eyes and nose dry before dropping them back into her lap and wiping the mucus and salty tears on her thighs. "Blanky has been with me forever. He’s green and long and wide and warm and he keeps me safe and snuggly." Her voice was thick with emotion, her pronunciation even more flawed from the blocked nose. "My Master will look after him, right? Master looked after him when I was running around looking for food and I couldn’t carry him. So he'll look after him now."
"Master is… ‘Gent in… Black… Black…" Most of what she knew of Marcus Ahysen were things she had overheard and, just like the mention of her being a slave in Zeltiva, the man had never thought it necessary to keep her in check with what she might know, and what she shouldn’t share. The man’s job meant nothing to her; as did the word Rhysol; Marcus having deemed her too immature to be able to understand. To Kalina, then, this information was as guarded as what her favourite type of fish was. They were just words, and they were something she could share with the woman in an effort to please her, as she seemed interested. "...Black… I can’t remember."
Kalina returned to picking at her cuticles, this time slightly more aggressively; she was upset at not being able to remember the word that always followed the first. Though the normal significance of what she was trying to say escaped her, it was important to the kelvic purely because it was something to tell the woman, to keep her interested. Anna was nice. "Master likes fish. I really like fish, more than I like bucks... and lots more than I like rats... and he buyed them fish for me too. Just like he buyed me from a cage on an island with lots of cages with kelvics like me. I’m a kelvic, you know."
Glancing up at the woman, Kalina wiped away some tears which had fallen down one of her cheeks. Her red-rimmed eyes illuminated the green chatoyance as she smiled, proud of remembering the lesson of what she was. The little girl was oblivious to the interior of the citadel as Annalisa walked through; the walk had lulled her enough that she felt secure enough, moreover the answers were occupying her attentions, though she took a moment to examine her new surroundings. She whimpered at the sight and tucked herself a little tighter into the woman’s chest. "’Melia buyed me fish too, after she saved me from bad men in Ravok. She's really nice to me, like you. I was so happy when she was coming with Master and me away from Ravok, 'cause then I have more friends... I don’t like big water…" she finally uttered, repeating herself as she sniffed again, "but I miss Ravok. And I miss Blankey and ‘Melia… and Master."
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