Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

The pace was slow and she was alright with that. He seemed to be taking his sweet time. What game was this man playing at? What did he want from her? She didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, which wouldn't be far at all. In her year she had lost a good deal of weight, able to count her ribs. Her structure was still sound of course and the gown well hid the thinness. Designed to still give the illusion of the fully buxom girl who once had knocked down a soldier and stabbed his throat. She had tried that with her master once, but his girth was more than thrice her own. Still she kept her eyes down as they walked, managing quite well to not collide with anything and giving Rurik two feet of space. The route they took was round about, but she assumed he did not wish to see the festivities or the people partaking in them. Once to the main door he paused to grab a cloaked. When he moved to her and handed her the cloak she held still for a moment. Another puzzled frown crossed her features. Since when did people care for the comfort of a slave? She didn't look at him but slowly reached out to the cloak as if concerned it would bite her. When it didn't, laying docile in her hands she swept it around and clasped it under her chin. Indeed it was greatly too long, nearly a foot trailed on the ground. Not to mention she had to repin it to keep it about her shoulders. She followed him out though hesitated in the door way. Skiddish as an abused horse she actually raised her eyes some to look about. Was there anything suspicious in the night? Perhaps the Master was waiting, this all a trap. One foot moved backwards as though she was about to flee back inside. However nothing seemed to move in the darkness and the foot came back forward, the other followed until she stepped fully into the night air, clutching the cloak as a child clutches a blanket. When Rurik spoke she jumped, her eyes back onto the ground, staring at the cobbled pavers at their feet. Was he trying to coax her to lead? I...do not know the way either, m'lord. She said quietly, scuffing the ball of her foot on the hard stone. I have not seen the sky in a year. However that did not seem to stop her feet from moving, off the preplanned track of the cobbles but into some grass. It was soft and tickled her feet as they made slow, unsure progress. The very corners of her lips twitched at the sensation as though a smile were trying to break through. The night air was sweet and she inhaled deeply. Autumn was coming and the autumn scents of falling leaves and the last growth of grass hung heavy. Very slowly her head lifted and she looked up to the moon. Her pale brightness shined down, throwing pale light and shadows across the girl's wan face. For once in the time they had met her body relaxed. She was not coiled up ready to bolt or receive punishments. For the brief moment she had entirely forgotten there was company at herside as she stared up at the Lady Moon. So...pretty... she whispered, that little twitch at the corner of her mouth came once more. Ahhh my bad, lol, read that wrong. Happens to me a lot But no worries about the wait, I have the fortune of having a door with a keypad lock so it's impossible to lock myself out...which is good because a number of times I have gone out to smoke and the sliding doors decided to lock on me, lol. Also you can leave the OOC chatter, It doesn't bother me any.