An offering of bones

Aslatiel · 09-07-2020, 06:54 AM

It took the man a moment to realize that he'd been spoken to, but he eventually looked up and in her direction. Pale eyes caught her attention and, for a moment, Aslatiel was transfixed by them. In fact, she was someone taken aback by his entire appearance. He was large. Not quite as large as her brothers, but still large. The varying russet and cream tones were pleasing to the eye. He held himself well and had the lean but powerful body of a warrior. A fighter. She possessed the same lean body, though in a much smaller package.

His words surprised her. His master? So this big, strapping young lad was a slave? What a pity. Then the gears began turning in Aslatiel's mind. He was a slave. His master was obviously dead. Would he continue to be a slave or would he become his own man? How could she seize this opportunity and turn it in her favor?

Grey ears flicked forward at his words and she eyed the corpse of the woman beside him once more. "She must have been weak." Deciding that the man meant her no harm, Aslatiel picked her way across the stream using rocks and roots. Coming up before him, she looked up at the man with her vibrant galaxy gaze. "I am Aslatiel Fatalis. Princess of the Ashen Armada. What is your name?"

"Speech"

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