ooc: Pardon me if I end up skipping some stuff or not respond to scenes layed out, hard to hit all the points in one post without going off track. So if you see a long break or a line between my posts, it means I'm skipping ahead to where I can start again or finishing up a previous post. Just friendly heads up. So my next post will be the following morning I believe so Caterpillar feel free to strike up a convo. i think I provided you with enough information, if not shoot me a PM.
It was times like these were she wished she had her weapons on her. Just being out in the open, weaponless and defenseless wasn't a feeling that Fabiana wasn't used to. Knowing that when it would come to any fight, she would have to defend herself since the guards who serve no use nor come to her aid. Hand to hand combat wasn't something she had trained in when she was younger, she always preferred to avoid conflict, working from a distance and not at close range. Unlike Tessa who preferred fighting in close quarters. Fabiana also liked to find out information about the enemies she was always up against, figure out the strengths and weaknesses of her opponents. This time it had proven to be very difficult, just her location and lack of being around camp, made it hard to her to see the weak points of the slave encampment and possible escape routes. Including the lack of food and the hard work hasn't made it any easier.
Fabiana hoped that maybe Breket would stay to his work about them finding work for the elite higher uppers, if just maybe if it was to happen, she could find the strength and courage to get out of her situation and save these poor souls from a horrible fate. From what she had heard, working for the elite was better then being in the slave pen, but it was way more stirct and should have to watch herself.
Just thinking of it made her angry. Her hand instinctively when to her side where she would keep her saxe knife. Fabiana clenched her fist, of course not she doesn't have it. That idiot of a slave trader though all her weapons were fine. Her recuve bow and arrows, her 4 throwing knives that she usually carried on her two on each boot and her beloved saxe knife. That rat pig had her stuff, and she vowed one day to get it back.
Fabiana couldn't help but smile at the mouse next to her and they way he tried to get a conversation started. She kept focusing on her work, trying her hardest not to laugh. It felt weird, it was the first time in the longest time she actually could crack a smile.
"Fabiana." she said looking at him, "You can call me Fabiana," she brushed her hair back behind her ear and smiled, her eyes lighting up for a breif moment and you could see for a few seconds, the real Fabiana Her brown eyes bright and warm, before they returned to their sad frightened look.
"I"ll be fine..." she said, "Thanks-Thanks for asking. It just a bit-shocking to say the least." she trailed off, She glanced behind her at the guards to make sure that they didn't notice them talking together, "What do you think is out there? W-what could of caused so horrible..why did they die like..its." Fabiana stuggled to formulate words and sentences. She didn't even know what to think, all what has happened and that is happening was such an over whelming urge, she couldn't think at all. Is this what it feels like to be hopeless, to be scared out of her wits and not knowing what lies ahead?