Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena Fatigue had helped her fall asleep, despite being in a very awkward position. She wasn't sure whether she was a bit scared, disappointed, or relieved that her slumber was uninterrupted by Scathach. For a few seconds, all three seemed to swim through her mind. This wasn't happening simply because she'd been dragged away from home. Was it? Her eyelids started quickly fluttering as numerous REM cycles demanded she wake up. They wouldn't do that! They're not going to abandon you! No matter how many times she tried to calm and reassure herself though, that very fear continued taunting the Seer. Unable to feel any desire to sleep anymore, her eyes quickly shot open as she panted. The cries started helping her regain more and more consciousness, with Rowena looking as content as the parents. Empathy had always been - in her personal opinion - Rowena's true curse. Despite not being a parent, her heart ached as much as all of the women were lamenting. ... Wait a minute. Why am I still on the ship but the boys are being given over? Was this some sort of trade? It was the only reasonable thing she could think of. Very few of the higher-up Gaulians - at least from her hometown - had ever owned slaves. This was a foreign concept, yet one often spoken of. With the change in language, it helped her understand perfectly what thy were talking about. Her being bought. Thee thought made a knot form in her stomach as her head lowered. She'd already acknowledged this would be a very high probability on what would happen to her. And yet, now that it was so close, she was starting to better understand the fear from the other women. There really was a nerve-wracking sensation that accompanied scenarios like this. After all, being bought was one thing. Ensuring you weren't outright killed afterward - and other concerns - was a completely different story. Already, she was not feeling reassured about this stranger buying her. Perhaps a more subtle way of the gods acknowledging they hadn't abandoned her, by allowing her to have a good 'feel' on whether this would end up being a good trade or not. Her head tilted as she picked up again on that word. Volur. Is that what you call a Seer? A Volur? Rowena would wait until the ships began moving again, not wanting to otherwise interrupt his transaction with the other Norse man. The actual word probably came out a bit wrong in its pronunciation. But Rowena would be damned if she couldn't say she hadn't tried to mimic the accent Goormr had used. Regardless of what may or may not be said, the ships were moving once more which, implied, that had indeed been but a trade. 'Home', therefore, was still a ways away, it seemed. Hopefully not too far ... It hadn't bothered her up until she woke up. But now, Rowena was getting cold. These kinds of temperatures happened back in Gaul, but never to this extent. This felt .... like a range that threatened to kill anyone who was too weak to survive. Much like slavery, these types of temperatures had been spoken of among the druids and late king, but never experienced. The Seer shivered as a few more chilly breezes caressed her skin. Rowena deftly reached up and pulled her cloak together as best as she could, doing all she could to keep herself warm.