50th Day of Spring
514 AV
514 AV
Terror. It was not an unfamiliar feeling for Alia. She had felt it's crushing grip on the day they had come for her, then again when she met her master for the first time. The woman had whispered sweet words even as she cut and burned her latest acquisition. That's all the girl had been to them, a thing to be bought and sold and used. For three long years, that's was exactly what she had resigned herself to be. Property, not a person, never a person. The day her mistress had burned the brand into Alia's back was the day the kelvic had died.
Coming back to life then, had proven an understandable shock. One she was still trying to comprehend, even as she now ran. It had taken what felt like bells before her legs would work again, and even longer for her hands to stop trembling. The memory of it still sent violent shivers down her spine. She had simply stood there as the men first accosted her mistress. Their sharpened blades gleaming in the candle light. Her first and only reaction had been to defend her master, to do everything she could to see the woman safe and satisfied, just as always. But as they plunged their knives into the Ravokian witch, Alia felt something wash over her that was both so terrible and wonderful at the same moment it had left her blind and deaf to the world around her, like a newborn babe seeing the light of day for the first time. She was free, the kelvic had finally understood when the confusion and tears faded away, she was finally free.
So she ran.
In her stupor night had turned to day and she had forgotten to take all of the meager belongings she had managed to collect over the arduous seasons, but she did not stop, nor did she look back. Alia simply ran. Her heart beating madly, her mind a buzz with all the possibilities and all the hope that now laid stretched out before her. It terrified her. Fear coursed through her veins as hotly as the blood did, but terror and her were old friends and it would not stand in her way again. She just needed to get out of the city. Her paws carried her as fast as they could as her whirring thoughts fought to take shape and make sense. A boat would get her out of the city! She just needed a boat, and a way to solve the maze of canals and bridges that was Ravok, her prison. After that, she would be back in the wilds where she belonged.
There She could start a new, as a person and never again as property. Never again a slave.
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Elias hefted the bag again, his grip slipping as he struggled to cling to it. He looked down at the list in his free hand, clumsily holding unto the things he had just bought. The novice mage mentally crossed off the paper, the inks, the quills and the brushes, then frowned as he moved on to the next assortment of goods he had written down. He imagined he would have to visit Thorin at the man's forge for any kind of steel that was worth the scrap used to make it. As for new clothes, he had no idea where to start with that. The... noble's district maybe? He definitely needed something new. Every once in a while he would get a whiff of his own stink, only to realize he smelled more foully of ash than anything else. The sooth stains he was often falling victim to were growing ridiculously burdensome to clean as well. Maybe leather would stand up better?... or maybe it'll just cook me faster.
He sighed. The idea that he wasn't nearly as done as he had hoped was draining on him. Shopping was never any fun, and it didn't help that with each Miza that fell or was snatched from his grasp, he felt a little bit of his soul die. As unsettling as it was, it needed to be done. He had held it off for too long. He would have to-
Elias suddenly cursed as something burst out from around the corner and ran underfoot in an orange blur of frantic movement. It darted between his legs before he could even jump out of the way. He turned to watch it go, the feel of his bushy tale still tingling across his leg. It dashed left and right amidst the row of shops, almost as if it were confused or lost and looking for something. Is that a fox? Was all he was able to muster before a huge weight collided with him from behind, nearly sending him tumbling over unto his face. Elias cursed again, but this time it was was echoed in the man who had just run into him. The disheveled bastard growled at the mage as he stumbled to keep his feet. When he did, Elias found himself being shoved aside as another two men came running past. One carried a long pole with a leash tethered to the end. The other, straps and chains.
The temptation to throw a fist had crossed his mind a time a two as each man pushed him aside to get by. The road they were on was thin, more comfortably accessed by the canal that ran alongside it than the wooden planks that made up the boardwalk. Because of that, nearly all of them had gone sliding into the water with the reckless speed they were going. Instead of getting himself into a brawl however, Elias decided a few rude gestures at there backs would suffice as he went about picking up the spilled contents of his bag. "Bastards." he mumbled, even as the voice in the back of his head reminded him just how many time he could have avoided trouble in the past if he had just kept his mouth shut and made his business his own.
He opted to listen to that voice today, but even as he crouched there, looking on in curiosity, he could see trouble was already brewing, it didn't seem to matter whether he was in the middle of it or not.