Escaped Convict | Job |

Through the bulging distress of knights, dilemma elevated onto a set of frail shoulders, remission and expectation mustering along the insight of fluctuating emotion as the stature arrayed in a regal raven cloth. The cloak spanned by calves, portions of ivory locks reposing around a set of gentle features that glazed against the clashing of daylight - scarcely concealed by the hood that urged over. Lush pink lips were strained into a presice even line, a bare crease composed by the singular constricted brow that jerked in reception to the men before her. So at ease. So indiscreet. She could hardly compose the desire to let those shameful words roll off the peak of her tongue, as if she were merely going over a page of a book, feigning a tale before them all.

But, despite the comprehension of effortless conduction, graceful arms enfolded to recess against her chest, crown inclined in another proclivity instead. A flutter of silver relocated, exposing the naked lids as the several human men were bewitched by her imposing beauty, heedless of the glacial attitude yet to confront. "It's rather dissatisfying to look at you all." the snowy forest cleaved, unvieling an allure of cold pinkish red optics that peered at them dully, "Are the knights that pathetic that they can't even handle their own job?" utterly ceaseless, not a hint of tease was endowed along that provoked expression - men propelled into muted turmoil, some, gradually riled. Although, they comprised to alift the yearning of countering the woman, steering toward the flare of clashing gazes that solely itched at her lips in diversion.

"Well, whatever." a singular pause over the numerous stares, "At least you can do one thing right." not conducted to their perception, it may of been intriguing to regard the bafflement until it arised into thorough intuition. Albeit, she could not trifle among such irrelevant matters, the fleeting glimpse of vexation brief in their eyes as she rotated suddenly, a back of ebony fabric surfacing their anger now. "That man will be back before you know it." the skull lowered, single strand of appealing tone veering by her ear, as it swiftly reveled with the caress of fingers; seamed behind its place again. "Infact, I wouldn't be surprised if he came running back." it was evident, through casual footfalls, that her departing words were evidently mocking the men. In the intention of loathement and recoil of course.

Gratefully, through the expanse of civilization, Era was at its peak of sunny-day, multitude of heat spewing a quiver along her ray of vision as she pursued leisurely and unhindered through the appealing city. The sky was as pellucid as the days of pursuit in Desierto, negotiating with irritational people through every tread into every diverse outland that reposed in her range - memories and hostility forged at the relish of her display, stained and evoked always. Even then, as much as she yearned for a hand reassurance, none never urged to outweigh the wall of sour behaviour, to the truth of genuine kindness. Something the girl evidently grew chronic to throughout her days of ceaseless life. Something.. she had wished not, but, miserably never arosed.

Abruptly the booted feet hampered, conceiving the location of the convicts home - a daughter and mother traversing from inside. The flow of human kind whirled along the streets like a flock of fish, engaged through the depth of waters, noise polluting the air. Everything about this place impeded her senses, arms caressing the fold of her pancake chest as she discerned the family from a distance; still evidently annoyed. But, perhaps it was not for any reason, for the stature of another flesh and blood also stood in proximity, observing with an alifted mixture of both elation and anguish. Tears alarming to leak and tumble down the man's face as she casually glimpsed at him, steering away with a sigh. "You're lucky." the thick Stella accent veered from lush lips, seizing the attention of the man without a delay - unease boiling over.

"If one of those stupid knights happened to find you before I did, they'd surely have made a scene." but a single bead of sweat assembled, hesitantly rolling down his forehead as the pure set of eyes gaped toward his family again. "You wanted to see her didn't you? Your daughter?" a pause, "You've been in there for awhile after all." she did not shift to cast her gaze among the man - tears had already descended from the overflowing ocean, the crown of his skull lowering into a brief nod as whispering yes left his throat. There was no way he were to bound into liberation now, the shame he already felt - twisted and broken - from inside his heart, was more than enough. For, gradually, through his fractured gaze and muted crying, strode back, side by side, with the feeble girl, not daring to compose a word.