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Her hands had been first, secured once more behind her back, and she had tilted her chin and remained still as they tugged the manacles ("Getting all fancy, are we?") tight.
Then it had been the hood, drawn down over her eyes ("And miss this lovely view?") and she had only laughed at the further suggestion to muzzle her ("Now that is hardly original. I'm genuinely growing disappointed with this entire fiasco.") stalling and generally being something of an irritating nuisance in the best way she knew how.
Keeping their attention - however violent and disapproving that attention might be - on her meant an easier time for Tristran. (She hoped.) And it was not as though they could do any great amount of damage to her if they wanted any real hopes of selling her off to the highest bidder.
She is standing still, voice a low-level hum of continued sarcastic commentary, when the ship jostles - crashes and shakes with the impact of landing, of docking.
She can't quite decide whether or not this is encouraging progress.
Then it had been the hood, drawn down over her eyes ("And miss this lovely view?") and she had only laughed at the further suggestion to muzzle her ("Now that is hardly original. I'm genuinely growing disappointed with this entire fiasco.") stalling and generally being something of an irritating nuisance in the best way she knew how.
Keeping their attention - however violent and disapproving that attention might be - on her meant an easier time for Tristran. (She hoped.) And it was not as though they could do any great amount of damage to her if they wanted any real hopes of selling her off to the highest bidder.
She is standing still, voice a low-level hum of continued sarcastic commentary, when the ship jostles - crashes and shakes with the impact of landing, of docking.
She can't quite decide whether or not this is encouraging progress.