Seeing red

She huffed through her nose as he finished her sentence for her. Control. What else would a former slave try out for herself? How far would his words of release give her? He didn't trust her, and no, hiding the herbs didn't help any of it. But she wasn't as aware of that implication.

He wanted them now... Of course, he wanted them now, a very large part of her did too, but as it had become very obviously evident she wasn't truly unshackled, would her children play a game and be accused of betrayal?

He asked her what he had hidden from her as if she would know! She turned away from him again, sick of the sight of her things scattered on the floor around him. As soon as he had asked the thought escaped from the tip of her tongue and now she couldn't recall it clearly at all.
"Grra! It was right there! I had it and it's gone. But you do! You did!" She kicked the wall both in frustration that her brain couldn't hold the thought long enough and frustrated at the whole thing.

"Why were you in here anyway? Were you looking for something to accuse me of?" She asked the wall again with a scowl, still a burning venom on her lips, wiping away another tear. Was he looking for proof of a phantom betrayal in his mind like her crazed not-mother back in the desert? Smashing Ignita's inventions and ripping her notes because she fantasized Ignita's betrayal? The girl had not been able to do anything then except cry and clean for days. She had been barely a yearling when it happened.