13.Jun.18, 03:21 PM
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit!
Like a runaway horse, this one was. Talkative, too. That wasn't supposed to happen. There was too much settling happening -- it put her off the water, so much so that after the first gulp she set it to the side, watching Dessa with some amount of trepidation as she began to sort through her options. Maybe Dessa hadn't meant it, but the offer had been poised like a threat. Onari hated having debts. She hated being trapped, and that's what this offer was. A horrendous trap.
But what else could she do?
She had a feeling when the wound was first inflicted; it was deep, severed most of her muscles on its treacherous path. Even if she somehow managed to bandage it, she wouldn't be able to walk properly for weeks. She could barely walk now. And the amount of traveling she'd done on it probably made the damage more severe.
Fuck.
They'd have to lie low somewhere until she healed. Maybe this woman's establishment was just that. She seemed sincerely kind. A bit verbose and at other times terse and sarcastic, but generous. She had stopped, after all. She'd offered more than just her services -- she'd offered a part of her life, sharing information that Onari wouldn't have dared, even with a friend. Open. Open was good. But it was also dangerous. Especially if she told other people in Telgar about her new employee.
This was too much to consider with a half-full mind. Her eyelids were heavy as she watched the woman for some time, a pregnant pause filling the gap of her last statement. Then, sense stumbled in. She shook her head, closed her eyes, tried to gather herself.
"Stitches," she repeated, word slurred. "That bad, huh?"
What the fuck was she talking about? She knew that already.
Nlani stepped up beside Dessa, staring into the open wound with a frown. "Will Mama be okay?"
Like a runaway horse, this one was. Talkative, too. That wasn't supposed to happen. There was too much settling happening -- it put her off the water, so much so that after the first gulp she set it to the side, watching Dessa with some amount of trepidation as she began to sort through her options. Maybe Dessa hadn't meant it, but the offer had been poised like a threat. Onari hated having debts. She hated being trapped, and that's what this offer was. A horrendous trap.
But what else could she do?
She had a feeling when the wound was first inflicted; it was deep, severed most of her muscles on its treacherous path. Even if she somehow managed to bandage it, she wouldn't be able to walk properly for weeks. She could barely walk now. And the amount of traveling she'd done on it probably made the damage more severe.
Fuck.
They'd have to lie low somewhere until she healed. Maybe this woman's establishment was just that. She seemed sincerely kind. A bit verbose and at other times terse and sarcastic, but generous. She had stopped, after all. She'd offered more than just her services -- she'd offered a part of her life, sharing information that Onari wouldn't have dared, even with a friend. Open. Open was good. But it was also dangerous. Especially if she told other people in Telgar about her new employee.
This was too much to consider with a half-full mind. Her eyelids were heavy as she watched the woman for some time, a pregnant pause filling the gap of her last statement. Then, sense stumbled in. She shook her head, closed her eyes, tried to gather herself.
"Stitches," she repeated, word slurred. "That bad, huh?"
What the fuck was she talking about? She knew that already.
Nlani stepped up beside Dessa, staring into the open wound with a frown. "Will Mama be okay?"