The creature that made the soft scrape, was none other than Caesennia. She didn't freeze, but the other person she'd walked up behind of did — and his hand found a dagger. Doe-eyed, she stared at the stranger.
The young woman was silent, her breathing level. If there was nothing else that her mistress had taught her, it was not to overreact. Dressed in britches and a simple shirt, her clothing was better than a regular slaves, but not nearly as opulent as what the wealthier folks wore. She was somewhere above the slaves, but beneath the rest.
@Branson Rutherford
The young woman was silent, her breathing level. If there was nothing else that her mistress had taught her, it was not to overreact. Dressed in britches and a simple shirt, her clothing was better than a regular slaves, but not nearly as opulent as what the wealthier folks wore. She was somewhere above the slaves, but beneath the rest.
Do... do you need help?She inquired, finally. Her gaze flickered to the knife in the stranger's hand every few seconds.
@Branson Rutherford
11-12-2024, 10:50 AM
