Arah was not pleased with my incurrence into the meeting at the Basin entrance. If she did not want me wandering around, she would have to do a better job instructing me, corralling me. It might have taken her a moment - perhaps she was not familiar with prisoner protocol in the Basin - but she seemed to get her wits about her. I follow her lead as she takes me to where their prison cells are, and I feel the familiar tickle of her magic as it penetrates my mind. Its hold is weak, and I move into the cell more of my own volition than the power of her magic. After all, I know I will be free eventually (by their good will or by my own conniving, whichever comes first) and I have no particular desire to fight this course of action. Of course I am rather disappointed that I cannot explore the terrain of the Basin at will, but worse things could happen.
I turn around inside the smallish cell, the cold penetrating my skin. Perhaps it is a little chilly for my taste, but a little cold will just make me appreciate warmth again. Besides, I never want to be too comfortable. My green eyes meet her golden ones as she asks if there is anyone I would like to send a message to on the outside world. I think of Colt, but even though she may be looking for me and wondering what has happened to me, I have no desire to communicate with her. What would I say? No, whatever I need to say can wait until I have my freedom again. Not to mention, the lady Arah may be trying to squeeze the first ounce of information from me.
I shake my head in response to her question, and a charming smile spreads across my face. "No, that is quiet alright. However, anyone who would like to come chat with me is welcome. I am sure I will get awfully lonesome here." I tilt my head, my visage reflecting the appearance of a sorrowful, shamed child. Will she take pity on me?
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