He remained silent for the most part, making her smirk only a little bit. She kept her focus clear as she jumped another rock, not even phased by his question. She had heard that question amongst others so often that she honestly could not care to keep it a secret. “No, I was not a slave. I was a prisoner of war, a bargaining chip for the enemy to use against my father. It is part of the reason he never took me back.” Her words were bitter as she stared out at the rushing water. It was faster than she had seen before and she knew she would not be able to fight the current but a part of her wanted to jump in and swim around regardless of all of these facts. She was a daughter of the water. It was in her blood.
She looked back at Lark, remaining stoical as she looked at him. “You wouldn’t understand. You don't know of hardship like that, being a crowned Prince in your home, your birthplace, as you are.” She challenged as she jumped back to a rock closer to him. She was so confused emotionally, and she wasn’t sure where to go or what to do. Should she feel some sort of rage and confusion? Should she be completely calm as she talked about being abducted from her family and her father turning away from her when she returned? She didn’t know and she wasn’t sure whether she should be scared by it or not.
She did not express emotions well; sometimes she didn’t express anything at all. She didn’t care. She didn’t feel joy. Calypsei and pain had come to an understanding awhile back. She didn’t feel sadness or longing. It was not in her nature.
