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Aylwen Dreamsong · 05-08-2003, 08:44 PM

Haven ran a quivering hand through her tangled black hair. Beads and colorful threads were woven into the curls, curtesy of Jamilah and Jovanna. Haven couldn't stand the waiting anymore. She had never truly wanted to leave her home in the palace. Of course, there had always been the issue of the treating of slaves...but that didn't effect Haven with Jamilah and Jovanna. The little girls were like...shields against the more cruel of the easterling people. That was the barrier between Haven and the field workers. And yet field workers were now her companions.

I want to go home! Haven whined to herself. At least in the palace she was safe from death. Out here on the Hunt it was death by murder or death by lack of supplies. Haven had never kept close watch of the Hunt, but she certainly would have heard tell if ever some slave had made it out of the Hunt alive. Haven didn't like the idea of not having a choice. Wait! What am I thinking?

Haven began to pace around as the slight arguments and the planning continued. She looked up at the sun more than once in her search for calm. Haven never found any trace of calmness in her when she was under stress, she merely began to snap at people like she had done the day before with the toddler Malha.

"We've been here too long," Haven breathed suddenly, after what seemed like long minutes of non-stop pacing. No one had heard her, and Haven raised her voice. "We have been here for far too long! Almost an hour! We don't have enough time. If setting up traps is our plan, I will help with that."

Haven didn't see any point in running anymore. It was do or die at that point, and the slaves wouldn't let each other down. Haven saw little risk in helping out with the traps, for there was no where for Haven to go anyway. If she lived, she wouldn't be able to go back to her mildly comfortable life with Kara and her family, and there was nothing else in Middle-Earth for her.

"We should get moving. What is our plan then?" Haven asked, hoping for a clear explanation after having tuned out during her pacing.

05-08-2003, 08:44 PM	#72
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Haven ran a quivering hand through her tangled black hair. Beads and colorful threads were woven into the curls, curtesy of Jamilah and Jovanna. Haven couldn't stand the waiting anymore. She had never truly wanted to leave her home in the palace. Of course, there had always been the issue of the treating of slaves...but that didn't effect Haven with Jamilah and Jovanna. The little girls were like...shields against the more cruel of the easterling people. That was the barrier between Haven and the field workers. And yet field workers were now her companions. I want to go home! Haven whined to herself. At least in the palace she was safe from death. Out here on the Hunt it was death by murder or death by lack of supplies. Haven had never kept close watch of the Hunt, but she certainly would have heard tell if ever some slave had made it out of the Hunt alive. Haven didn't like the idea of not having a choice. Wait! What am I thinking? Haven began to pace around as the slight arguments and the planning continued. She looked up at the sun more than once in her search for calm. Haven never found any trace of calmness in her when she was under stress, she merely began to snap at people like she had done the day before with the toddler Malha. "We've been here too long," Haven breathed suddenly, after what seemed like long minutes of non-stop pacing. No one had heard her, and Haven raised her voice. "We have been here for far too long! Almost an hour! We don't have enough time. If setting up traps is our plan, I will help with that." Haven didn't see any point in running anymore. It was do or die at that point, and the slaves wouldn't let each other down. Haven saw little risk in helping out with the traps, for there was no where for Haven to go anyway. If she lived, she wouldn't be able to go back to her mildly comfortable life with Kara and her family, and there was nothing else in Middle-Earth for her. "We should get moving. What is our plan then?" Haven asked, hoping for a clear explanation after having tuned out during her pacing. __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.