All That's Not Said (Gangui)

100th of Ashan 718

With the escalation of hostilities between Etzos and Rhakros, a series of small walled towns is being established as a network of early warnings and defenses against Rhakros' reprisals. Only the very bravest and most formidable of characters should risk themselves on the Witches' Wilds frontier.

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Ohua
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Race: Tunawa
Profession: Slave
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All That's Not Said (Gangui)

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100th of Ashan, 718

“The pamphlet was not geared to her, in fact, its size alone almost outsized the Tunawa, much to her chagrin and Canes amusement as he forced her to read it. He enjoyed watching her struggle, not with the words because wasn't an idiot, but with how large the text was and reading down the page. Usually she would protest but today the reading intrigued her. Not to mention he master made it a point to ignore her agitated signings unless he needed something done. The words here rang true to her, she hadn't know Illaren before but reading of the Immortal made an odd feeling curdle in her stomach, familiar thoughts ringing out.

Useless.

Such a useless Immortal. Of all the things one could reside over, she was in charge of drink. Drink! And humans, large and stupid it seemed worshipped her and excused their excess by faulting the Immortal. The Immortal was a fault of her own but their fault was their greed, no Immortal could take claim to that, it was all them. It loomed even in the eyes of her current master and the one before, they chose to possess her as an item, they even possessed each other as possessions. Greedy and lazy, blaming equally greedy and lazy Immortals. But through it all was the name at the end that caught her eyes, gaze darkening, Moseke. It took her a trill to pull her gaze from the words, turning to face Cane in question because in spite of enjoying her struggle he never did anything without purpose, even if she couldn't see that purpose just yet.

"You're done with it?"

Yes, she cocked her head, signing slowly to make sure Cane could see her gestures or gauge off her facial expressions, don't know why read?

"Use your head, why is this important?" The Tunawa contemplated a moment, aware of the ire her answer could bring when he was being serious but not entirely caring for the answer. Human opinions mattered little to her, their motives mattered even less most of the time. What was this but the dime a dozen complaints they had for things they were too stupid to fix. Her masters fingers drummed with impatience that made Ohua straighten in attention before giving a small shake of her head and holding her breath for punishment. Strangely he smiled, "Exactly. We don't know, they are being secretive about who handed it out and whispers of it float to Na'haer from what I've been told. You will find out more, and don't come back until you do."

That made her raise an eyebrow challengingly, what exactly would stop her from leaving? But Cane only smiled, leaning down into the his slaves face as he unbound their chain. "If you run, Ohua, I will ensure that when you are found you will never have legs to run again. And do not think you can hide here, a city like this will find you for me."

Her toes wiggled at the threat but she leaned forward to place a kiss on his nose in agreement to the threat before he set her on the floor and watched her dart of the door with all the speed of a small mouse ready to take on the city streets.

The best part of being silenced was her ability to be silent. It was impossible to realize how loud one could be just breathing until their breathing didn't make a whistle of noise. If she managed to always channeling her breathing this quietly, it would help her spying in the long run. It also let her know how loud everything else was, she had always known people to talk too much but now every sound was amplified by just how quiet she was forced to be. Even her thoughts were silenced she moved about the streets, unsure of exactly where to start her current objective. Her inability to question people was a downside…, even if it garnered her enough pity to hitch rides to cover farther distance.It didn't matter if she went round the whole city if it gave her no information--but outside the city.

A grin formed on the Tunawas face, Cane had simply said she must come back, he never said how far she could travel.
111th of Ashan, 718


The Tunawa couldn't say why she had chosen that outer city, except to irk her master and because from her bits of travel she knew: news came quickest at ports. Where people came to and fro and if supposedly words of this pamphlet reached outside of Etzos that meant people were talking where word could effectively travel. From here she would have to play the guessing game, hoping she picked the right target who had the right amount of information, or at least wouldn't bore her. Cane also hadn't said she couldn't indulge in freedom while she was out and it was his fault this task would be more difficult, how was she to pry information from people if she couldn't ask them for it?

Her eyes scanned the crowds of peoples, nothing more than a spec below them that only the children sought to actually run around rather than through.” She needed to pick the right target, someone who would sympathize and have patience for her while not questioning most of curiosity, a dainty hand went to her throat, she could garner sympathy with her current scars healing. Play the victim, it wouldn't hard because truly she was, not matter how she tried to spin it. But her vantage point gave her nothing, prompting her to weave her way to nearby building with crossed wood bars, they made perfect grips for her fingers. Hurting bark like hands digging into the fleshy wood to heave herself at shoulder level.

It garnered enough attention that she was sure she had picked the right spot. Now she only had to pick the right target. As she look, Ohua planted her body along the ridge so she could pull out a leaf of hair, crumpling it into a small ball. Not hard hard but it would be enough to catch someones attention and--

Red.

It invaded her sightline along the dull colored clothes of the laborers milling about, he wore a ridiculous mustache and an even more ridiculous hat with a bright red flower in it. Maybe helped plants or it could have been a fashion accessory but it was enough to catch her eye. The little homemade pellet slipped from the Tunawas fingers as she shifted back up and before she could tell herself it was a terrible idea, pushed off the edge. There had been no timing in the her foolish plan, just instinct that propelled her and the distant memory of scaring off new people in Desnind, a thought she violently refused to acknowledge. It was a short flight, her fingers brushing the tips of his hat, a desperate grab when she realized her miscalculation that ended with her tipping the hat some and falling to the floor with a silent curse.
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