The snow was thicker than it had been in a long time as she sat on the window's
ledge, the hard rough cement beneath her finger tips. The other hand was now
pressed against the new patch of leather and mesh wire that was over her left eye.
She didn't blame anyone for the damage done, it was just something she expected
the council would do. She tried not to blush about her awakening in a cot, at her
side was the young Undertaker. It had been a year now that she sorted through her
feelings for the man that did the awful things he did to her, but he always
apologized in a sad and sincere manner that made her heart twist up. He didn't
enjoy his life under the Council either.
"Thais!" a voice called making her turn on her perch. Her feet still dangled in the air
above the ground. It was Macall of course, he looked out of breath and his face
was flushed a blotchy red color. Had he really run across the building to see her?
She picked up the tablet of parchment, ready to have a conversation that was sure
to be awkward and painful. Macall sat next to her to read the delicate scrip she had
perfected. It was sometimes difficult to have conversation, she always had to find a
pen if she felt like sharing with others. It often made her miss the days when Father
hadn't been cruel to her, the days were he just ignored her exsistance were the
best. He was a terrifying Lord and hated her very exsistance. Proof that the woman
he had loved died.
"Does it hurt, your eye I mean," he asked touching the tiny gap of flesh just
beneath the patch. It was rather large and nearly covered the rest of her face along
with the leather mask she always wore up her neck and covering her mouth and
nose. Writing quickly she replied.
"Not anymore, the nurses have given me medication to help it. What brings you
here?" she asked. He smiled up at her, last night he had finally come up with a
great plan to save her.
"I have a plan, one that if done accorddingly, won't end up in our deaths!" he began.
"We're going to leave, together with a couple others that without, the Council
wouldn't possibly be able to take us back," he whispered in her ear. She frowned.
"Are you certain?" she asked. He nodded pressing a list in her palm before leaving
with a hopefull gaze. They would be free, he would make sure of it.
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