( She is lying. She must be. It is the way of these people, they lie, they always lie. But then, her eyes bolt each way, bright and wide and alert, listening to the coming steps, calculating.
One misstep, and she is taken. Her time wasted. It is a gamble, when she has too much to lose.
...she quiets, as the guards pass. Shakes her head when they ask if they heard the source of the clamour. Says, perhaps quarrel for food. There are riots here, constantly, among refugees. They believe it. To spare themselves another assignment in the midst of chaos, they would believe anything.
The guardsmen flee. Alone with the woman, she hisses to the side: )
You can't let more people to die? But when they killed Massarir, where were you? You look like her. Did they tell you? Does it matter? No. Everyone defends their way. ( And snarled: ) Walk away, sister. Before he kills you too. You look like her spitting image.
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( She is lying. She must be. It is the way of these people, they lie, they always lie. But then, her eyes bolt each way, bright and wide and alert, listening to the coming steps, calculating.
One misstep, and she is taken. Her time wasted. It is a gamble, when she has too much to lose.
...she quiets, as the guards pass. Shakes her head when they ask if they heard the source of the clamour. Says, perhaps quarrel for food. There are riots here, constantly, among refugees. They believe it. To spare themselves another assignment in the midst of chaos, they would believe anything.
The guardsmen flee. Alone with the woman, she hisses to the side: )
You can't let more people to die? But when they killed Massarir, where were you? You look like her. Did they tell you? Does it matter? No. Everyone defends their way. ( And snarled: ) Walk away, sister. Before he kills you too. You look like her spitting image.