"I'm not sure." Was all Sauche said, her exterior solemn and unbroken by emotion. No rage. Like magma, it churned below her surface, awaiting the time to rise in a fury of blood and death...
"Oh..."
"Where are teh Elf-Prince and those other two...?" Sauche wondered aloud, peering out of a window as they passed. Her body seemed to unfurl in the setting sun, glowing rosy-warm as a gentle smile touched her face. "Then again, I also wonder where my clothes and weapons are...Wow...Isn't that sun beautiful?" She found herself coming back to the window. She needed to get outside. That was where she belonged. That was where she had to be. Then, suddenly, she blushed deep scarlet. "Those bathers saw me naked...didn't they?" She asked in an embarrassed whisper. They must have thought I was some sort of freak!" It was true. With the few but noticeable scars she bore the gentle, smooth-skinned maidens would have been both mortified and full of pity. Chagrined, Sauche bit ehr lip and loked at the floor. "Not that I AM one. I just...don't look the same...I mean, I DO, but...I don't...really...I have scars..." She found herself digging a deeper and deeper hole of embarrassment. She felt sorry for her companion who had to stand there and watch as Sauche, uneducated socially, stuttered through a simple 'Moving right along...'
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