Every day, Edreina's limp grew just a hair better, and she faintly stronger. Tired though she was, nothing could keep her in Annalisa's quarters. Literally. For the first time since being taken captive, Edreina had gained enough of her Mistress's trust to be allowed to wander Sahova during the day while she worked on her various arcane experiments.
Her first day of relative freedom, the Svefra decided that she would spend it getting to better know the layout of Sahova. It was useless for her to be stuck somewhere and know nothing about it. Besides, the challenge of learning the Citadel was nearly enough to distract her from the horrible situation that was quickly coming to be disconcertingly normal.
Bare feet made less noise as she moved across the stone halls of the Gug Andjak, the Labs, she had learned. Most Nuit were not entirely aware of what went on around them, Annalisa had explained, but it did not hurt to be cautious. Any Nuit that gave her trouble would find her to be a perfectly placid, if lost, little slave and, if they continue, a bit of well used hypnotism would surely do the trick. If worst came to worst, she would just hope that she could outrun the slow-moving creatures and that their magic would not catch up to her. It was dangerous, and a bit thrilling, if she allowed herself to think in such a way.
Plain brown leather pants were laced over her still muscular legs save for a few inches on the side of one of her thighs. There, the laces had been left open so that the ugly red wound marring her freckled, honey-colored skin was open to the air. Linen bound her chest once more, by the grace of Wizard Marin, giving her some semblance of the woman she once had been.
But, if anyone who had once knew her looked upon her now, they would be startled by the changes. Skin that had always been tan for a redhead was slowly losing color in the darkened halls of Sahova. A normally wild mane of long, copper hair was tamed into a plait that reached down past her shoulder blades and swayed unevenly with each limping step. Tall cheek bones had been made more prominent by a lack of food, and the muscle she had always prided herself on was slowly diminishing. When her leg healed, she would return to hours of exercise a day, despite how it made her stomach gnaw at itself. When she escaped, she could not be a pallid little weakling with little chance of surviving on her own. The few living wizards of the undead Isle may not have seen any benefit in a well maintained body, but Edreina did. Even countless days of being locked in a tiny room without even a puddle for her to flop around in did not keep the Svefra from surrendering to a life without physical strength. Unable to swim, she had been forced to seek other less efficient means of exercise.
Today, Edreina had decided that she would start at the ground floor and work her way down into the belly of the labs, if only to see how deep they reached.
Empty labs were passed, one after another. In between, she would see a black-lipped Nuit hunched over some plants or some tome of gibberish. On the whole, it was slowly shaping up to be a disappointing day. She was learning the number of floors, but nothing about them individually. She took a deep breath of the faintly must air and-
-heard a sigh. Since when did Nuits sigh? Was there a human wizard, here? Rising to her toes in order to move a bit more quietly, Edreina moved to the nearest doorway and peeked around into the lab. Again, just another man staring at a book. But... this one was not open? Instead of studying something within, Edreina could tell from where she stood that he was just looking at the cover, musing over something perhaps.
What are you up to, little mage... the redhead wondered, leaning against the door, slightly inside of it now. Her curiosity was getting the better of her but, unlike last time, she knew the consequences of a lapse in judgement. Curious, but cautious, the Svefra hoped she had learned to be. In the end, it would come down to whether or not this harsh reminder of the way the world worked had truly served to rein in her trusting, kind nature.
Abruptly, her injured leg trembled and then gave out, sending her to the ground with a sharp curse. From the ground, Edreina looked up, utterly still as she waited to see how the mage she had been watching would react to her being there. Scenarios and possible reactions started to play out in her head as she prepared herself for a handful of eventualities. The best way to start any of them, she decided, was an apology: "Pardon, sir. I did not mean to intrude." A season ago, one would not have heard anything aside from sarcasm in the once proud, blue eyed woman's "ma'am"s and "sir"s. Being a slave had changed thing.