Eli was only aware of the boat arriving because other people started heading for the shore and she overheard them from her perch on the roof.
Her first instinct, of course, was to hide. She didn't trust these mysterious people from across the water not to see her for the fiefling she was. She still was in shock that she crossed the bridge that no one had questioned her right to do so.
But look how that had turned out for her. Somehow the Hawklord had sent her here. Then filled her head with terrifying images of the future that might await if she somehow made it back.
Not a chance.
Except....
Except... she made a bet with Foulques. A bet. And she was a fiefling. It was a bet. She had to go.
But she was going to be killed. She just knew it.
Even as a feifling, her life for a bet?
She was a feifling. It was a bet. She had to go.
Besides. she had seen those vision things. There was nothing good waiting for her. There or here. Was it so bad if they did kill her?
Not... really.
She'd never been strong enough to do it herself. Hadn't she expected the Hawklord to do exactly that if she failed?
End the thread that she had become.
Terrified, she slipped off the roof and tried to hug the thorn wall to keep from being seen as she crept behind people towards the shore.
Very few places to hide there. She saw the fishing shack but the tall man, Doctor something or other, he had taken the best shadowed spot. So she crept around to hide behind the shack, peering out from its other side. Trying to get her courage up.
Trying to figure out how much it would hurt when they killed her, and how she was supposed to collect on her bet then. Stupid bet. She should have thought before agreeing. But it was a bet....
Eyes narrowed, hunched down to the ground, she watched the people unload and tried not to shiver...
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Date: 2025-03-16 08:23 am (UTC)From:Unions, Re and Otherwise
Eli was only aware of the boat arriving because other people started heading for the shore and she overheard them from her perch on the roof.
Her first instinct, of course, was to hide. She didn't trust these mysterious people from across the water not to see her for the fiefling she was. She still was in shock that she crossed the bridge that no one had questioned her right to do so.
But look how that had turned out for her. Somehow the Hawklord had sent her here. Then filled her head with terrifying images of the future that might await if she somehow made it back.
Not a chance.
Except....
Except... she made a bet with Foulques. A bet. And she was a fiefling. It was a bet. She had to go.
But she was going to be killed. She just knew it.
Even as a feifling, her life for a bet?
She was a feifling. It was a bet. She had to go.
Besides. she had seen those vision things. There was nothing good waiting for her. There or here. Was it so bad if they did kill her?
Not... really.
She'd never been strong enough to do it herself. Hadn't she expected the Hawklord to do exactly that if she failed?
End the thread that she had become.
Terrified, she slipped off the roof and tried to hug the thorn wall to keep from being seen as she crept behind people towards the shore.
Very few places to hide there. She saw the fishing shack but the tall man, Doctor something or other, he had taken the best shadowed spot. So she crept around to hide behind the shack, peering out from its other side. Trying to get her courage up.
Trying to figure out how much it would hurt when they killed her, and how she was supposed to collect on her bet then. Stupid bet. She should have thought before agreeing. But it was a bet....
Eyes narrowed, hunched down to the ground, she watched the people unload and tried not to shiver...