Flea snorted a little as he explained, and then got to the part about shackles, her reply barely a whisper, "[color=#2ecc40]No one will hold mine ever again.[/color]"
She hadn't even meant to say it, but in the little amount of time she had been awake, he was the first that had spoken to her in any sort of surety in their tone, that they knew what they said to be true. And she appreciated it, appreciated someone, anyone being straight with her about it. And then he was offering to help, something that had her eyes rolling up to his face for, peering out from behind the hood of her cloak.
"[color=#2ecc40]His name is Bajie. He was,[/color]" and she stopped, she didn't really know how to put it, or how much information to let Ailwin have about her. She felt like she could trust him -- he looked well off, like he had done well for himself over the years, but looks could be deceiving, and he had just said that not a lot had changed for their ilk over the millennias she had slept. "[color=#2ecc40]My trainer. He taught me to fight in the arenas in the past for those holding the shackles' entertainment.[/color]" It was truth, and any one of the elves like her would be able to give the same story, so it was as little, and as much as she could give him without giving something that could be used against her in the future.
Sometimes it paid to be a woman of as few words as possible, and guarding of one's past.
She hadn't even meant to say it, but in the little amount of time she had been awake, he was the first that had spoken to her in any sort of surety in their tone, that they knew what they said to be true. And she appreciated it, appreciated someone, anyone being straight with her about it. And then he was offering to help, something that had her eyes rolling up to his face for, peering out from behind the hood of her cloak.
"[color=#2ecc40]His name is Bajie. He was,[/color]" and she stopped, she didn't really know how to put it, or how much information to let Ailwin have about her. She felt like she could trust him -- he looked well off, like he had done well for himself over the years, but looks could be deceiving, and he had just said that not a lot had changed for their ilk over the millennias she had slept. "[color=#2ecc40]My trainer. He taught me to fight in the arenas in the past for those holding the shackles' entertainment.[/color]" It was truth, and any one of the elves like her would be able to give the same story, so it was as little, and as much as she could give him without giving something that could be used against her in the future.
Sometimes it paid to be a woman of as few words as possible, and guarding of one's past.
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