Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Saying what she thought was important about how the ritual worked before she cut on her did not have the reaction she had hoped. When she endured the ritual, Raelis did nothing to comfort or explain, simply told her she was going to be changed, made one of them, and started cutting on her. She remembered the panic and the fear vividly, So witnessing the girl grow more defiant with each cut two shallow cuts on either side of her neck, one on her chest, one on her left shoulder and the last on her stomach, only served to further distress her. Ignoring the struggling and the cries of the captive, she thought of all of the guards standing watch outside, or Elder Sarell and Elder Lantress who were in the area overseeing everything. Six prisoners, four being primed for the ritual was a big deal, ofcourse the Elders would wish to be present to make sure everything went smoothly. The length in which a prisoner was loud, screaming or panicked typically reflected on the skill of the sapphress. A smooth ritual meant that one may be considered by the Elders to perform the act again, when there was no longer a new tribe member to give the task to. The Elders sought out a veteran sapphress when a prisoner was high risk, and to be considered among those few was a great honor. If the girl refused the tea, she would be making noise all night, and Chelle knew this meant she would never be considered for this honor again. There were only Four huts built a mile southwest of the grove where the rituals took place. The two male prisoners were being kept in one to be interrogated. Chelle was tasked with this girl, Varissa who had performed the ritual successfully once before was in the hut next to her, and the last hut contained the other two women, where a veteran sapphress was performing the ritual on both at one time. Chelle shuddered at the thought of trying to calm two at once. After placing the poultice strips over each wound, where the foul smelling salve would soak into the shallow wounds over the night, her efforts to get the girl to drink were rebuffed. P-please...I know that it feels like your life is being stolen from you, that we are forcing a life you didn't ask for a-and maybe that's true. She paused. A lot of these thoughts and questions were still ripe in her own mind. She had finally come to terms with her fate and even grown to enjoy her life here but she questioned the morality of their ways, even if it was the only way to keep the tribe alive. Slipping the knife back into her furs, she set the waterskin down in order to pick up the stone bowl and carry it back to the table. Returning briefly afterward to her knees infront of the prisoner to pick up the waterskin once more. The muscle pain and nausea should be setting in soon. This is your last chance to drink. You may think you're accomplishing something by refusing this, but all you're doing is prolonging your own suffering, and the last thing I want for you is to suffer, you are one of us now and refusing to drink this won't stop the change- She pulled her hand away quickly to avoid the girls teeth. Biting me won't help. She tried one more time to force her to drink, but after suffering a near miss of the girl nearly chomping down on one of her fingers, she set the waterskin off to the side, running her fingers gently through her hair, careful to avoid further attempts of biting. It's going to be a long night for the both of us. She said sadly Soon it was too late, the muscle pain surged throughout Sasha's body, increasing the minor nausea to rolling pain and sickness. Even if she changed her mind now it wouldn't matter, she'd be unable to keep the tea down. The remaining hours until sunrise would be a long one, and instead of a numb sleep, the prisoner would be plagued with vomiting and extreme pain, she could only hope she wouldn't butcher her voice by screaming all night. I'm here, just listen to my voice, talk to me if it helps distract you..