If she was seen to be leaning on anyone, they could quickly find themselves the victim of Bastien’s next game. Siora hadn’t believed it at first, not until she had faced it herself, her gaze led to watching her future be arrested, imprisoned and… well, who knew what next happened, only Bastien. The troop of minstrels had brought further trade to the nearby town, had put further gold into their pockets, why on earth would they have tarnished such a glowing review?
Because Siora had expressed a wish to leave. That was why. Then had came the accidents that had befallen both her parents, not together, no, but one shortly following the other. Just enough for both girls' heads to rise above the tenets of grief only to sink under another wave of sorrow. It made music her only window of happiness.
She was unaware what transpired as unconsciousness took her, for once, she wasn’t blessed with nightmares only the darkness of an exhausted sleep. The crackling of a fire was the first thing to reach her in the gloom, followed by it’s comforting warmth. Nerves began informing her of the condition of the rest of her body, informing her of both her living and breathing status, but the realisation that they were still outside. Her back was cold, but she dare not set herself an inch closer, not without his say so.
Instead, Siora sat up silently, her movements careful not to rustle the half dried fabric of her dress. Once settled on her knees, the servant dipped her head forwards. [color=#c19e00]“How. How may I serve?”[/color]
Because Siora had expressed a wish to leave. That was why. Then had came the accidents that had befallen both her parents, not together, no, but one shortly following the other. Just enough for both girls' heads to rise above the tenets of grief only to sink under another wave of sorrow. It made music her only window of happiness.
She was unaware what transpired as unconsciousness took her, for once, she wasn’t blessed with nightmares only the darkness of an exhausted sleep. The crackling of a fire was the first thing to reach her in the gloom, followed by it’s comforting warmth. Nerves began informing her of the condition of the rest of her body, informing her of both her living and breathing status, but the realisation that they were still outside. Her back was cold, but she dare not set herself an inch closer, not without his say so.
Instead, Siora sat up silently, her movements careful not to rustle the half dried fabric of her dress. Once settled on her knees, the servant dipped her head forwards. [color=#c19e00]“How. How may I serve?”[/color]
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