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Tehanu woke on a lumpy bed with lights shining on her as bright as midday, though she knew it to be evening. The air smelled old and stale.
Strangers were gathered around her. She could just make out their forms, sillhouetted against the flourescent lights. With no depth perception, they resembled big black cutouts in space, shadow-creatures like the gebbeth her father had battled in his younger days.
She remembered being confined. She remembered fear and rage that stole the words from her mouth and mind, left her a howling, wimpering, shivering thing. The Language Of The Making would not come to her tongue in that state. She remembered a dog, and suddenly feeling terribly sleepy.
She blinked through one good eye and screamed her lungs out, scrambling back away from her kidnappers.
[Continued from here, anyone who was in that thread is welcome to join in]
Strangers were gathered around her. She could just make out their forms, sillhouetted against the flourescent lights. With no depth perception, they resembled big black cutouts in space, shadow-creatures like the gebbeth her father had battled in his younger days.
She remembered being confined. She remembered fear and rage that stole the words from her mouth and mind, left her a howling, wimpering, shivering thing. The Language Of The Making would not come to her tongue in that state. She remembered a dog, and suddenly feeling terribly sleepy.
She blinked through one good eye and screamed her lungs out, scrambling back away from her kidnappers.
[Continued from here, anyone who was in that thread is welcome to join in]