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16.Aug.12, 12:21 AM
The Stolen had enough trouble without people making their lives worse. Although she was not exactly pleased at the thought of lashings towards Northern stolen, she knew better than to say anything that might be construed as rebellious. She didn’t really care who they were lashing, whoever it was had been dumb enough to be kept under close watch and most likely would continue to not be trusted for the rest of their life. Maybe they had never thought it through. Maybe they had only thought to get away as fast as possible.
Where could they possibly be escaping to? The rest of the South was uninhabited, dangerous and likely not going to support one human alone for long. There were many dangers in the wilderness. They surely knew they could not get home form here without a dragonrider or a really amazing boat err ship with excellent directions and no issues with ocean travel. By the time someone built or stole a ship large enough for ocean travel, then one had to find people to help crew the ship. And therein lay the problem.
When she had first arrived she had gone through possible escape methods in her mind but none of them had ever held any chance of actually working…that is, except one. And that one was going to be very very difficult to accomplish. It would require having a dragon. A dragon who did not have to answer to anyone else. She did not see that happening in her future. Had she not already proven she was unworthy of Impression? Green eyes scanned her unfinished work cooling on her work bench. It irked her not being able to finish something she was in the middle of. Noon had come faster than she thought though so she had to simply deal.
Her hair was pulled back in a harsh ponytail. Not a strand of hair able to escape the binding. She wore some really worn in work boots, a pair of brown pants with streaks of black on them and a t-shirt type top in black. It would be hot I the sun but she would rather be able to back to working as soon as possible and changing clothes at this point was not an option. She scanned the gathering crowd as she walked closer. Some seemed excited, some nervous and it was really hard to tell which emotions dominated the populace.
As for herself, she thought that fear was never the way to keep people in line. Not that she was going to bring up any such sentiments to the man holding the whip or the man controlling the man who held the whip. Lashings were something she had thus far managed to avoid. It was a men’s world here and she had learned quickly to keep quiet about things around people she deemed untrustworthy. Mostly people in the same situation would not rat out her true opinions on living here to the higher ups. Still, she wasn’t about to do something as idiotic as trying to run away.
She waited, her impatience clear, her jaw clenched in irritation. Eolira had trouble standing still with nothing to do or think about. This was going to make the whole thing seem so much longer!
Where could they possibly be escaping to? The rest of the South was uninhabited, dangerous and likely not going to support one human alone for long. There were many dangers in the wilderness. They surely knew they could not get home form here without a dragonrider or a really amazing boat err ship with excellent directions and no issues with ocean travel. By the time someone built or stole a ship large enough for ocean travel, then one had to find people to help crew the ship. And therein lay the problem.
When she had first arrived she had gone through possible escape methods in her mind but none of them had ever held any chance of actually working…that is, except one. And that one was going to be very very difficult to accomplish. It would require having a dragon. A dragon who did not have to answer to anyone else. She did not see that happening in her future. Had she not already proven she was unworthy of Impression? Green eyes scanned her unfinished work cooling on her work bench. It irked her not being able to finish something she was in the middle of. Noon had come faster than she thought though so she had to simply deal.
Her hair was pulled back in a harsh ponytail. Not a strand of hair able to escape the binding. She wore some really worn in work boots, a pair of brown pants with streaks of black on them and a t-shirt type top in black. It would be hot I the sun but she would rather be able to back to working as soon as possible and changing clothes at this point was not an option. She scanned the gathering crowd as she walked closer. Some seemed excited, some nervous and it was really hard to tell which emotions dominated the populace.
As for herself, she thought that fear was never the way to keep people in line. Not that she was going to bring up any such sentiments to the man holding the whip or the man controlling the man who held the whip. Lashings were something she had thus far managed to avoid. It was a men’s world here and she had learned quickly to keep quiet about things around people she deemed untrustworthy. Mostly people in the same situation would not rat out her true opinions on living here to the higher ups. Still, she wasn’t about to do something as idiotic as trying to run away.
She waited, her impatience clear, her jaw clenched in irritation. Eolira had trouble standing still with nothing to do or think about. This was going to make the whole thing seem so much longer!
