As the second cuff was freed from her, she heaved a heavy sigh, the feel of tears threatening to spill over her lower lashes -- she was free. She was finally free, the physical reminder of her bondage finally gone, she could now start on the mental shackles that still held her, but for now, this step, was the first in a long line of them she would have to take to consider herself whole once again, but for now, this was the start of life as it should have been, had she not run away.
She needed to see the old family house now -- maybe her parents were still there, maybe her financé was somewhere in the city still? No, she wouldn't hold out hope that she could go back to the life she had thrown away over a decade ago, but she needed to see if the house was still there, if her mother and father still lived. She knew from people talking that there had been an invasion back then, but she wasn't sure what it was, or.. the decade she had spent in that tiny room embalming the dead had robbed her of much of her knowledge, she knew simple things, but anything more? Lost to throwing herself completely into her work.
And as the man moved to come with her, she thought better of heading towards her family home, if she went to a nice house, he may demand they pay for her... that's what had happened the last time, wasn't it? Even if he seemed kind, could she really trust just any stranger. He.. he had cut her shackles off, she reminded herself, as her fingers went to the loop around her neck. It wasn't as apparent that it had been a shackle. Her owner had wanted to make sure she was presentable at rituals, which meant not having a thick band of metal around her neck, so instead, it was a single large ring of silver around her neck -- over time she had worked it into her dressing, using the ring as a way to drape her robes artfully for when she worked. She rubbed the metal, thankful that it had nothing on it that could identify her old owner, the man who had kept her, it wasn't his anymore, it was hers, and her way to make payments in the future if needed.
She wouldn't have it cut free from her today, someone would have to take it off her dead body since it was the only thing of value she had. Prim shied away some, as he took a sword off the counter, but..
He wasn't supposed to leave, the question on her face asked with a raising of her brow, a narrowing of her eyes some, why would he insist on walking her, if he wasn't supposed to leave, was he as much slave here as she had been in Nevarra? She bit her lips together before nodding once, she'd accept him to walk her -- she would just have him walk her back to a tavern or inn, and then once he was gone she would go and look at her family home, to see if it was still there or not. It was simple enough, that or she'd go to the public bath house to get the grime off her, she was certain that she needed to scrub her wrists for an hour. She needed to go into the lower parts of town too, find out if someone in the area was already doing embalming work, or if she would corner the market with her skills.
And a walk would be nice, it was... just a walk after all, what trouble could a walk be?
@Ashaad
She needed to see the old family house now -- maybe her parents were still there, maybe her financé was somewhere in the city still? No, she wouldn't hold out hope that she could go back to the life she had thrown away over a decade ago, but she needed to see if the house was still there, if her mother and father still lived. She knew from people talking that there had been an invasion back then, but she wasn't sure what it was, or.. the decade she had spent in that tiny room embalming the dead had robbed her of much of her knowledge, she knew simple things, but anything more? Lost to throwing herself completely into her work.
And as the man moved to come with her, she thought better of heading towards her family home, if she went to a nice house, he may demand they pay for her... that's what had happened the last time, wasn't it? Even if he seemed kind, could she really trust just any stranger. He.. he had cut her shackles off, she reminded herself, as her fingers went to the loop around her neck. It wasn't as apparent that it had been a shackle. Her owner had wanted to make sure she was presentable at rituals, which meant not having a thick band of metal around her neck, so instead, it was a single large ring of silver around her neck -- over time she had worked it into her dressing, using the ring as a way to drape her robes artfully for when she worked. She rubbed the metal, thankful that it had nothing on it that could identify her old owner, the man who had kept her, it wasn't his anymore, it was hers, and her way to make payments in the future if needed.
She wouldn't have it cut free from her today, someone would have to take it off her dead body since it was the only thing of value she had. Prim shied away some, as he took a sword off the counter, but..
He wasn't supposed to leave, the question on her face asked with a raising of her brow, a narrowing of her eyes some, why would he insist on walking her, if he wasn't supposed to leave, was he as much slave here as she had been in Nevarra? She bit her lips together before nodding once, she'd accept him to walk her -- she would just have him walk her back to a tavern or inn, and then once he was gone she would go and look at her family home, to see if it was still there or not. It was simple enough, that or she'd go to the public bath house to get the grime off her, she was certain that she needed to scrub her wrists for an hour. She needed to go into the lower parts of town too, find out if someone in the area was already doing embalming work, or if she would corner the market with her skills.
But walking is nice.
And a walk would be nice, it was... just a walk after all, what trouble could a walk be?
@Ashaad
10-19-2024, 07:14 PM
