"Yes, you do get dinner," Aisling replies once he finishes. "Stay still.""
He picks up a tray from the table and opens the door enough to put the tray of food inside. That done, he quickly steps back and shuts the cell door again. It probably not exactly a very fancy dinner: some soup, a piece of fruit and some more bread. All there was to drink was a cup of plain water.
"Now you may move. Don't spit anything at me and don't spill or splash any on me either. Don't throw anything at me."
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 17:30:43 GMT -5
Ann glares, then takes the food and turns her back on Aisling as she eats and drinks silently, carefully hiding the fruit and a peice of bread in her pocket in case she needs something to eat later. Aisling doesn't seem likely to give her a snack if she wakes up hungry. Unable to resist, Ann asks, "What's going to happen to me? Why am I here?"
"You're just going to stay here for a while. As for why you're here, Mirza said that it would help him in getting Damien to listen," Aisling answers with a shrug. "For what it's worth, I wasn't lying when I said you are safe here. No one here intends to hurt you and you would have been treated like the guest of honor not a prisoner if you had only been nicer."
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 17:41:47 GMT -5
"Well if you hadn't kidnapped me and taken me away from Uncle Damien maybe I'd have been nicer," counters Ann, curling back up on her bed after finishing her food. "You're just a slave really, aren't you? You're not allowed to do anything whoever's in charge won't want you too."
Aisling looks down and sighs heavily before replying, "Mirza has the gift of be able to hear the words of the Forces and to feel their will. It is not like there is any indecation of how much is his will and what is the will of the Forces. Furthermore, he saved my life... After Lacuna was destroyed, I had no where to go and no one to turn to. I nearly starved to death, alone and grieving in the wilderness; and then Mirza came and took me into his home. How could I possibly be so ungrateful not to try to repay someone who not only saved my life but appears to be in tune with the Forces?"
He had never looked at it in the way that Ann had just mentioned but he quickly pushes the thought aside.
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 17:54:13 GMT -5
Ann laughes at that. "You read too many bedtime stories," she giggles. "Everyone knows the Forces don't talk to people very often, and then it's usually only to give signs and blessings after a Force Quest, or when we need a new Leader. That's how Uncle Damien got his third sign, he told me so."
Aisling glares at Ann and replies proudly, "I am a Clear soldier and I have never read any 'bed time stories.' Usually and always don't mean the same thing, don't you know that? Didn't you think that Mirza might have received the being spoken to as a blessing? And do you honestly believe everything Damien says?"
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 18:02:27 GMT -5
"Yes, no and yes," replies Ann. "Shut up now, I'm tired." With that the little girl covers her ears and fakes being asleep, instead daydreaming of her home and family. At home now she'd still be hiding from Tres and Uncle Damien so she can stay up later, or she'd be just coming back from learning to hunt with the other clan children.
Aisling smirks when Ann tells him to "shut up" and gets up to slam a few of the cell doors as loudly as he can. He's pretty sure that Ann would be able to guess that the Clear was mimicking her reply to when he'd said the same phrase earlier.
"Payback," he says in case Ann was able to hear him.
That done, Aisling returns to and curls up on his blanket before pulling the rest of the blanket over his body.
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 19:12:28 GMT -5
Ann flinches at the sound of the doors slamming, but otherwise doesn't react and forces herself to keep her eyes shut. Guessing she isn't going to be given anymore orders tonight, Ann takes her hands off her ears and shifts into a more comfortable position to try and sleep in.
Aisling hums quietly before falling into a restless and seemingly tormented sleep. If she notices, Ann can at very least have the satisfaction of knowing that all her talk about Damien had caused Aisling to have terrible nightmares.
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 19:46:59 GMT -5
Ann does notice, it's hard to miss all the tossing and turning and after a moment she gets an idea. Creeping over to the bars of her cell, Ann stretches out a hand and tries to steal Aisling's blanket away. Bad people don't deserve good things and she's cold.
One corner of Aisling's blanket is close enough to grab but part of the blanket is still caught underneath the Clear. However, if Ann times her pull just right, she might be able to take the blanket away during the rare moments Aisling is completely off of it. Unknowing of Ann's plan to put his blanket on a more deserving person, her captor continues to toss and turn.
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 13, 2006 20:35:29 GMT -5
Ann waits until it looks like Aisling is going to roll off the blanket, then tugs it hard as quickly as she can. Falling backwards, the little girl winces but doesn't even pause to rub her bruised rear, instead scrambling silently back to her bed and hiding the soft blanket under the thin, dirty one in her cell. Only then does she dare look to see if Aisling's still asleep.
Aisling mutters and reaches in the direction that the blanket had been is but, to Ann's great fortune, he remains asleep. His dreams do not seem to get any more pleasant though the clear shows no sign of waking up. Apparently he can sleep through almost anything.