zarsheiy
It is a bit unsettling, knowing that she is there watching me sleep. I should get something proper to sleep in, not like she cares. She sits in her chair and I wonder is going on behind those glowing eyes. She will not give me a key. She doesn't trust me yet, she says. She talks like that sometimes. She locked the door and sat down in her chair and that was that.
She knows I can make magic. How does she know? What else does she know? What have I said? Or done? She paid for my room; she says it is not the first time. She locked me in and made me sweat it out. The thistle. Gods I want a smoke. She took my pipe. She is caring for me. I have become her traveling companion.
My clothes and jewelry were gone again. So was the sword. She gave me money to buy new clothes, and borrowed me a dress in the mean time. It fit pretty well, actually. I managed to find some stuff in the Under City. A silky blue top and some matching silk pants. The top is small, but she seemed to think it was okay. "Cute", she said. She seemed pleased at that.
I found the pawn broker that had the sword. I bought it back. I hate to think that I almost lost it. Again.
Once I get some money of my own, I'll have to buy a new bag. I wish I could find my embroidered satchel. Maybe tomorrow, if she lets me out of the room, I'll search the other room.
I tired to convince her to give me my own key. Nothing works on her at all.
She knows I can make magic. How does she know? What else does she know? What have I said? Or done? She paid for my room; she says it is not the first time. She locked me in and made me sweat it out. The thistle. Gods I want a smoke. She took my pipe. She is caring for me. I have become her traveling companion.
My clothes and jewelry were gone again. So was the sword. She gave me money to buy new clothes, and borrowed me a dress in the mean time. It fit pretty well, actually. I managed to find some stuff in the Under City. A silky blue top and some matching silk pants. The top is small, but she seemed to think it was okay. "Cute", she said. She seemed pleased at that.
I found the pawn broker that had the sword. I bought it back. I hate to think that I almost lost it. Again.
Once I get some money of my own, I'll have to buy a new bag. I wish I could find my embroidered satchel. Maybe tomorrow, if she lets me out of the room, I'll search the other room.
I tired to convince her to give me my own key. Nothing works on her at all.