Shifting through shards

"Speech"

She noted the salve. He wasn't a monster so far, fox furs for a comfortable bed, food to keep her fed, and medicine to keep her physical suffering minimal. He could be a whole lot worse.

She was crestfallen that she couldn't explore outside and fell silent. She was unfamiliar with the area and didn't know how he would know if she stepped outside, but then again... he did have three companions who told him things. Oh right, he has a bird.

Her fate here wasn't awful, a wandering inquisitive mind with nothing to do though was torture itself. She wondered if these stones had any flint in them... or quartz. She peered at Larimer, excited by her very existence at least. Was anyone sure the feathers weren't stuck on a snake somehow and she wasn't a common boa?
She watched him leave for a few moments, Larimer doing her duty to keep an eye on the Little Slave.
"Hi Larimer... I'm Ignita. Are those feathers real?" She started interviewing the creature curiously, whether she understood the creature was something else entirely. She spent most of her time keeping busy and shifting through the shards of her previous find in the basket that she brought with her, until he returned.


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