3rd Day of Zi'da
717th Arc
717th Arc
By the time Delta was released from the secure rooms she had been kept in since coming to the Order of the Adunih, the temperature on Scalvoris had fallen. Occasionally, she had been allowed out into the gardens to enjoy the fresh air, they did not treat her like an animal, after all… but the slave, when outside, was never left unsupervised. All she had wanted was peace, to be left alone… and not to be watched as if she was a rampaging murderess.
But she was, Delta remembered. Faith had passed on her history. As far as the Order healers were concerned, Delta was a known arsonist and a suspected murderer of a young woman in Almund. Additionally, Faith had supplied information about an attempted murder of another slave, and the healers themselves had seen Squid, the youngest Order apprentice, be attacked by the unstable slave. It did not matter Delta’s reasons, her actions were enough to make her a risk, and that’s all they needed to know.
However the girl had spent a number of seasons, since Saun, recovering in the facility. She was no longer kept in isolation, and was no longer watched like a hawk. Her slow recovery and subsequent better behaviour had seen the introduction of the same privileges and freedoms that the other patients enjoyed. Yet she still couldn’t go outside; it was far too cold for that.
Wistfully, the girl stared out of one of the many windows, watching the snowfall. She could not believe that it had been almost an arc since she and Lakia had arrived on this godforsaken island. The slave shook her head, refusing to think of her old Mistress.
“Delta?” The girl turned, seeing one of the green-cloaked apprentices smiling down at her. “How are you doing today? Are you feeling up for company? You have a visitor here to see you.” The apprentice stood to the side and gestured to the man who was standing at a slight distance. Delta’s gaze followed her movements and her cerulean irises shifted to a light periwinkle in surprise as her eyes landed on the face of someone she never thought she would ever see again. After a moment of hesitation, the girl nodded to the healer, whose smile broadened before taking her leave of the pair.
“Well met, Pash…” the girl whispered in their shared language when the two were alone. She continued to stare at him, though her body remained angled away, as if partially unwilling to engage in conversation with a man who had seen her at her weakest. She was embarrassed, that much was evident. But she would also appear much calmer than when Pash and Delta had met seasons previously.[/color]"
But she was, Delta remembered. Faith had passed on her history. As far as the Order healers were concerned, Delta was a known arsonist and a suspected murderer of a young woman in Almund. Additionally, Faith had supplied information about an attempted murder of another slave, and the healers themselves had seen Squid, the youngest Order apprentice, be attacked by the unstable slave. It did not matter Delta’s reasons, her actions were enough to make her a risk, and that’s all they needed to know.
However the girl had spent a number of seasons, since Saun, recovering in the facility. She was no longer kept in isolation, and was no longer watched like a hawk. Her slow recovery and subsequent better behaviour had seen the introduction of the same privileges and freedoms that the other patients enjoyed. Yet she still couldn’t go outside; it was far too cold for that.
Wistfully, the girl stared out of one of the many windows, watching the snowfall. She could not believe that it had been almost an arc since she and Lakia had arrived on this godforsaken island. The slave shook her head, refusing to think of her old Mistress.
“Delta?” The girl turned, seeing one of the green-cloaked apprentices smiling down at her. “How are you doing today? Are you feeling up for company? You have a visitor here to see you.” The apprentice stood to the side and gestured to the man who was standing at a slight distance. Delta’s gaze followed her movements and her cerulean irises shifted to a light periwinkle in surprise as her eyes landed on the face of someone she never thought she would ever see again. After a moment of hesitation, the girl nodded to the healer, whose smile broadened before taking her leave of the pair.
“Well met, Pash…” the girl whispered in their shared language when the two were alone. She continued to stare at him, though her body remained angled away, as if partially unwilling to engage in conversation with a man who had seen her at her weakest. She was embarrassed, that much was evident. But she would also appear much calmer than when Pash and Delta had met seasons previously.[/color]"