blue and red is this the end

She huffed, and offered this strangely sweet giant a half smile. “I haven’t figured that part out yet.” She admitted. She hadn’t had the luxury of stopping and making decisions for so long. First she had been a slave, then she had been on the run. Now? Now she was floating around, trying to figure out what she wanted in life.

“So your new people are traders? Do you trade in all things?” she asked cautiously. To some cultures, people were a commodity. The thought of maying… possibly, seeing if he had space in his band had cropped up. But what if that just led her back right to the beginning?

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