𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑵.
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Know now the 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 of a time untold, when the 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 rose and 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 gleamed. There was an 𝒂𝒈𝒆 undreamed of. .where 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 and 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍 made way.
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"Come on!" Verina beckoned. The screech of metal would definitely have alerted anyone else in the area.
< caught here, the consequences will be dire. So she intends not to be caught.
“I think I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?”
“I think I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?”
"I am stronger than I look, I am a healer but I can fight when I need to." She held up her hand filling the cell with soft white light.
"So Brawn you want a little Brilliance?"
"So Brawn you want a little Brilliance?"
“You walk softly, you will not be ready for when you are about to be killed. Learn from it.”
She frowns at his soft spoken words. Drawing nearer to the chained man both to hear him better and from curiosity.
“No, it is no life. Who dares bind you?”
“No, it is no life. Who dares bind you?”
“A life lived in chains is 𝑵𝑶 life at all. But these chains are all I’ve known.” He says quietly - - his voice so soft that maybe even the wind would carry it away.
"No walk softly and carry a big stick... just the big stick part noted..."
“I do not believe in treading carefully.”
you? I don't know what you did. I do know that everyone deserves food. I can get Aalto, and Camellya, and Encore, probably." Aalto and Encore were slightly more likely than Encore.
"You really got to be more careful....."
Verina frowned, letting the apple fall beside her. "What happens if I get you out of there? Did you do something bad?"
“I will not argue. By my Master will - - and he will kill me.” Turning away from them. “I’d rather not die over an apple.”
"I decide you're proper. Are you going to argue with me?"
Verina held an apple out to him, cradled in her hands.
Verina held an apple out to him, cradled in her hands.
“Gifts are for the proper. I am not that.”
He lets his hands fall back before his waist.
He lets his hands fall back before his waist.
She glanced at the shackles and frowned.
"But if the food is a gift?"
"But if the food is a gift?"
He raises his hands - - shackles adorn each wrist, metal clicks together through silver and rust.
“ It does not belong to me. Therefore it is not mine. . . “
“ It does not belong to me. Therefore it is not mine. . . “
”Why?"
“ I am not. .to accept food.”
"...are you hungry?" Tactic number 2.
“. . .”
He doesn’t know what that is. So he chooses not to answer.
He doesn’t know what that is. So he chooses not to answer.
Do you like flowers?
Hm.
“ You fight again 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾. “
The master says between sloppy sips of his wine cup. “ Try to keep 𝑶𝑵𝑬 alive, however. I’m running out of 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺. Be a shame if I had to sell you 𝑶𝑭𝑭 - - “ He spits. “𝑪𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑵.”
The master says between sloppy sips of his wine cup. “ Try to keep 𝑶𝑵𝑬 alive, however. I’m running out of 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺. Be a shame if I had to sell you 𝑶𝑭𝑭 - - “ He spits. “𝑪𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑵.”