secretshades
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◆ ʟocaтɪoɴ: Nearby to the taverns >>> The Orphanage xxxxxxxx◇ ϻσσɗ: Frightened, confused, and a little exhaustedxxxxxxxx◆ cσϻpaɴʏ: This girls....this troublesome girl.
The wind was sweet and warm against her face as she hurried through one of the back alleys, climbing up over a wrought iron fence to cross into a yard. She snagged her skirts on the spikes on the top, tearing the thin fabric of her tan overskirt and landing roughly on the other side, stumbling into the grass. Running was never her strong suit; she was thin, and a little wiry, not built for distance. But she had an affinity for heights, and a climbing skill that rivaled most. Her thin fingers could grip the spaces between bricks, and tiny holds to pull herself up onto the roofs of buildings and homes. She had learned the neighborhood well in her seven years living in the orphanage, so traversing the dark alleys and shady paths was second nature. She was nimble, she moved with cats-grace over gaps between houses, and quickly down the rain gutter to the front of the orphanage, one hand gripping the violin case all the way.
Nova stopped dead in her tracks in the light, seeing the girl by the gate in front of her. ”You…..you’re….from earlier. Look, I’ve nothing to give, even my years are borrowed. I must stay here. I can’t go.” She knew her song wouldn’t set them to sleep, not with how she had used it a few hours ago to put the children to bed, but she had hoped at least to manage a clean escape. Now they’d know where she lived, that horrible man would go through with his threats, and the children….she couldn’t bear to think of them suffering. ”I-”
She stopped herself when the girl began speaking, looking down at the cats surrounding her. They were recognizable, at least to Nova, who tried her best with what she had to make sure they never starved or froze in the cold winters. She set out scraps in the side alley from time to time, against the matron of the house’s wishes, and had the children build tiny shelters from scraps of cloth and old, worn blankets for winter. Some of the felines she had never seen before, crowding around the girls hands and feet, circling and rubbing against her.
How could she have known that though? That the cats…liked her? That she taught the children in the orphanage to pet them gently, and to be kind. ”I only did what was right. For them, for the children. I don’t care it if puts me out. I wanted…I only want the best for them. That’s why I have to stay here. I’ll sell my years till I’m dead in the ground if that’ will mean they don’t have to suffer. No child deserves this.” She had watched her father walk away from his life in favor of whore houses and banditry, leaving her behind in the blazing wake of her mothers death. These children deserved better than the hand she had been dealt, and she could offer that much to them. The debts would be paid, she was sure. She had never assumed they’d come collecting so soon, though.
”I know you think that this….circus is the best choice. Painless and quick servitude, forever indebted, timeless slavery, but I cannot just sign my life out and leave those I care about to suffer.” She set the case down at the foot of the stairs, taking a few cautious steps forward. ”They are just children. They have their entire lives ahead of them to chase whatever happiness, or accrue whatever hellacious life sentence as I, but please……I…cannot go with you. Not yet. Not today. ”
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