"Ai ai ai, look at this. Look at you." Qamra started scrape her feet off on the ground, scorn and disgust curling her face up in a manner that might have made her look particularly monstrous to some.
This wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all. Perhaps it was the memory of her two adopted sons, still hard at work back in Quijas, or it was her own childhood that kept her there rather than leaving. Only the fact that she was in a foreign city with stringent laws and a guard force that was all too effective (and their battlemages were impressive, even she had to admit that) kept her from seriously considering ending the life of the waste of breath in front of her. To leave. . .it offended Qamra's sense of order with the world. Here was a little snit of a thing, weak and puny, who had not been made fodder for the pits. To leave it to live and, oish, to breed?
Qamra took a step forward, bent down, and lifted the girl by the upper arm. "Listen well, my little milksop: you are a sniveling creature not worth the breath I spend on you. Heed me: day by day, year by year, you will be gobbled up one bite at a time unless you grow a spine and walk upright, as is proper. Otherwise you will be another mewling meal, not worth the shit I take every day. Hear me?" Qamra had pushed her face closer and closer to the girl, enunciating her words with military precision. She even shook the little thing, to help it focus.
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When the woman grabbed her, Soneya couldn’t help herself anymore. Panicking, she began frantically struggling to get away, batting at the woman at the same time. Anything, anything to get away from the corruption. “Let me go! Let me go! Get out!” She screeched like she was completely crazed, ignoring whatever effects this might have on herself, or anyone or anything around her. She didn’t even care if someone heard her. She only wanted to get away.
The words spoken barely registered with her, not even the shake. She needed to get away…
“You stinking witch! Get away from me now! Get your magic away from me!” Whatever the woman was saying, she couldn’t listen to it. She shouldn’t listen to it! What if she was trying to enchant her? What if she was already so deeply into the realms of magic now that no matter how much she struggled, there was no way for her to get out anymore? She could lose everything!
Screaming from the top of her longs, a wordless but earpiercing sound, Soneya continued to fight. She didn’t know what exactly it was she was fighting but she knew she had to get away from the magic.
Her eyes suddenly locked on the smoke and the girl, already covered in sweat and her own vomit began shivering all over. What was it going to do to her? “I don’t want your magic,” she suddenly cried in a hoarse voice, unable to scream anymore. Bursting into tears, Soneya pushed back against the wall, hoping against hope that it would just swallow her up.
The words spoken barely registered with her, not even the shake. She needed to get away…
“You stinking witch! Get away from me now! Get your magic away from me!” Whatever the woman was saying, she couldn’t listen to it. She shouldn’t listen to it! What if she was trying to enchant her? What if she was already so deeply into the realms of magic now that no matter how much she struggled, there was no way for her to get out anymore? She could lose everything!
Screaming from the top of her longs, a wordless but earpiercing sound, Soneya continued to fight. She didn’t know what exactly it was she was fighting but she knew she had to get away from the magic.
Her eyes suddenly locked on the smoke and the girl, already covered in sweat and her own vomit began shivering all over. What was it going to do to her? “I don’t want your magic,” she suddenly cried in a hoarse voice, unable to scream anymore. Bursting into tears, Soneya pushed back against the wall, hoping against hope that it would just swallow her up.
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Disgusting. The girl's breath was a cloud of stench so thick that Qamra waved the smoke away. No use contaminating such innocently awakened spirits with the girl's own special brand of filth. Not to mention the sound she was making. Wholly unnecessary. Qamra clucked her tongue, and took the girl by the throat to choke off the sound. She ignored the few glances from more sober celebrants, and turned them so Qamra blocked Soneya from their sight.
"What was that?" Qamra squeezed, feeling a special sort of joy at making the little bint shut up. "Did you call me a witch?"
Juvenile insults were not something that should concern Qamra. Then again, there were plenty of things that shouldn't concern Qamra that she nonetheless paid attention. There was something in the girl's tone that urged up Qamra's cruelty. It had lain dormant under a blanket of boredom, but there was something in the way the girl regarded her. Was it the way she spoke?
Qamra cast her awareness back towards the crowded streets, searching for another agreeable strain of smoke. Within moments she'd found one: a black, smoldering whorl that boasted visibility and density. It was a complex blend of spirits who were tired of being choked on and waved away. She coaxed them towards the girl, to slide over her skin and tangle in her hair.
"You should be more careful in picking your words," Qamra said, tone amused. Her smile had dropped away, and what was left was much like the smoke.
She cast the girl down and stood over her, head tilted.
"What was that?" Qamra squeezed, feeling a special sort of joy at making the little bint shut up. "Did you call me a witch?"
Juvenile insults were not something that should concern Qamra. Then again, there were plenty of things that shouldn't concern Qamra that she nonetheless paid attention. There was something in the girl's tone that urged up Qamra's cruelty. It had lain dormant under a blanket of boredom, but there was something in the way the girl regarded her. Was it the way she spoke?
Qamra cast her awareness back towards the crowded streets, searching for another agreeable strain of smoke. Within moments she'd found one: a black, smoldering whorl that boasted visibility and density. It was a complex blend of spirits who were tired of being choked on and waved away. She coaxed them towards the girl, to slide over her skin and tangle in her hair.
"You should be more careful in picking your words," Qamra said, tone amused. Her smile had dropped away, and what was left was much like the smoke.
She cast the girl down and stood over her, head tilted.
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She was choking. Oh my god! She couldn’t breathe! The smoke was trying to suffocate her! Smoke couldn’t even do that of its own volition! What was going on? Nooo!!!
It was only when the woman spoke again that Soneya realised that it was in fact the woman who was keeping a grip on her throat and not the smoke, though the knowledge did nothing to ease her confusion or her fear.
On the contrary. The woman was too close, far too close for comfort and there was a column of black smoke curling closer and all around her and over her and Soneya couldn’t breathe. It was all too much. She didn’t even manage to scream anymore. Shivering all over, she wished the woman’s magic would come and bite her in her behind. Her parents had always been right, no matter how harsh she had thought they were, but they had been right! Magic was evil! No good could ever come from associating with someone even remotely magical. This woman was the best example Soneya could ever have encountered. She was vicious!
Feeling herself connect with the wall again, she slid down and crumpled into a heap on the floor, curling into a ball as much as she possible could. A wave of her own bad smell hit her but she didn’t even care anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Except for the fact that black smoke was curling around her, almost as if caressing her, but there was an underlying threat to the whole gesture.
Sobbing, Soneya held on to herself, ignoring the woman and retreating into herself. The only place she thought she could handle right now, though she wasn’t so very sure about being alone with herself inside her own mind.
“Hey! You! What is going on here? What do you think you are doing?”
Instead of feeling relieved to hear someone finally, finally speaking up, Soneya cringed away from the sound even more, scared that more evil people were trying to get their hands on her, that more smoke was going to try and make her suffocate. Whimpering pitifully, she stayed where she was, in a sad little heap on the dirty ground.
It was only when the woman spoke again that Soneya realised that it was in fact the woman who was keeping a grip on her throat and not the smoke, though the knowledge did nothing to ease her confusion or her fear.
On the contrary. The woman was too close, far too close for comfort and there was a column of black smoke curling closer and all around her and over her and Soneya couldn’t breathe. It was all too much. She didn’t even manage to scream anymore. Shivering all over, she wished the woman’s magic would come and bite her in her behind. Her parents had always been right, no matter how harsh she had thought they were, but they had been right! Magic was evil! No good could ever come from associating with someone even remotely magical. This woman was the best example Soneya could ever have encountered. She was vicious!
Feeling herself connect with the wall again, she slid down and crumpled into a heap on the floor, curling into a ball as much as she possible could. A wave of her own bad smell hit her but she didn’t even care anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Except for the fact that black smoke was curling around her, almost as if caressing her, but there was an underlying threat to the whole gesture.
Sobbing, Soneya held on to herself, ignoring the woman and retreating into herself. The only place she thought she could handle right now, though she wasn’t so very sure about being alone with herself inside her own mind.
“Hey! You! What is going on here? What do you think you are doing?”
Instead of feeling relieved to hear someone finally, finally speaking up, Soneya cringed away from the sound even more, scared that more evil people were trying to get their hands on her, that more smoke was going to try and make her suffocate. Whimpering pitifully, she stayed where she was, in a sad little heap on the dirty ground.
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Qamra turned, nudging the smoke away with a small gesture. Her eyebrows went up, and she smoothed hair away from her face. "I'd ask what you think you're doing, if I thought you to have half a brain. But no, be my guest if you desire to take her home and get her cleaned up, and explain why she's been out cavorting." Qamra made the word sound fair vulgar, her posture full of disgust rather than fear at being caught. "Go on then, your choice. Bugger off or take the girl, I'll not be having it both ways."
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“Wh..?” For a moment, the man hesitated. The sight presenting itself to him wasn’t the prettiest and he did have second thoughts about why the young girl was lying on the floor, whimpering and crying, curled up as though she were in deep pain. Then again, if she had been out cavorting, at her age, that might just be a logical enough explanation. With the youth these days, one could never be sure, and what with all the streetrats running about… This girl certainly didn’t look very clean, though her dress seemed to be a little too expensive for her to be one of the orphans, so the woman might not even be lying when she offered him to take the girl home. There probably were worried parents somewhere out there. Then again, was it his business? He had thought he would do something good and help the girl if she was in trouble or being attacked, but if it meant dragging her home, the way she looked and probably also smelled… Then he preferred to go back to his friends and his drinks.
Before Soneya could speak up and ask the man for help, the latter had already turned away again, waving a dismissive hand towards the unfriendly, and rather ugly, woman. “You can take her home yourself. She’s your responsibility.”
The one time someone finally realised that something was going on, and they just up and left again! Soneya’s tears multiplied again, but they were silent tears this time around. She didn’t have the energy anymore. At least the smoke had now moved away from her. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice raw from crying and yelling, and barely more than a whisper. “What do you want from me? I don’t even know you.”
Before Soneya could speak up and ask the man for help, the latter had already turned away again, waving a dismissive hand towards the unfriendly, and rather ugly, woman. “You can take her home yourself. She’s your responsibility.”
The one time someone finally realised that something was going on, and they just up and left again! Soneya’s tears multiplied again, but they were silent tears this time around. She didn’t have the energy anymore. At least the smoke had now moved away from her. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice raw from crying and yelling, and barely more than a whisper. “What do you want from me? I don’t even know you.”
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She's your responsibility.
Typical. The left corner of Qamra's mouth twitched upwards, pulling tight against the protruding tusk there. Just like that, Soneya had been left to her tender care. There were so many things Qamra could do with her, with that casual disregard that so many strangers showed in cities. Most people didn't like to go out of their way to help someone in need. No one wanted trouble after all. But that was where all the fun was waiting to be had, and Qamra wasn't one to give up fun. She crouched before the little girl. Before she could speak a word, the girl was babbling out more uselessness. It nearly provoked a laugh, that whimpering, but Qamra's breath caught on an edge of phlegm. She coughed and spat, her victory cut short by her body's continued instability. Ah, how disappointing. How disappointing that her body should give up so easily, should cause her such grief. Annoyed, Qamra rested her arms on her knees and stared at Soneya.
"You didn't answer my question, girl. What'd you call me?" Qamra's voice was all cool curiosity, but it wasn't reflected in her eyes.
Typical. The left corner of Qamra's mouth twitched upwards, pulling tight against the protruding tusk there. Just like that, Soneya had been left to her tender care. There were so many things Qamra could do with her, with that casual disregard that so many strangers showed in cities. Most people didn't like to go out of their way to help someone in need. No one wanted trouble after all. But that was where all the fun was waiting to be had, and Qamra wasn't one to give up fun. She crouched before the little girl. Before she could speak a word, the girl was babbling out more uselessness. It nearly provoked a laugh, that whimpering, but Qamra's breath caught on an edge of phlegm. She coughed and spat, her victory cut short by her body's continued instability. Ah, how disappointing. How disappointing that her body should give up so easily, should cause her such grief. Annoyed, Qamra rested her arms on her knees and stared at Soneya.
"You didn't answer my question, girl. What'd you call me?" Qamra's voice was all cool curiosity, but it wasn't reflected in her eyes.
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The sound of coughing, the kind of coughing where you just knew that there was more mucus involved than anyone cared to know about, sent a shiver down Soneya’s spine. This woman was disgusting, in almost every sense of the word. But at the same time, the girl couldn’t take her eyes off of her, horrible as she was. Soneya had never encountered, or even seen from afar, someone like her, and there was a terrifying kind of fascination involved. Though the terror overweighed. Especially when the woman spat something at her again.
“Huh?” Soneya didn’t even remember what she had said, she just wanted to get out of there, wanted to go home. Or maybe not home. Her parents would kill her if she showed up looking like this. But she wanted to get to safety. Away from the woman, away from the smoke, and most of all away from all that magic that had to be involved. There was no other way to explain all of this.
Then she suddenly remembered that she had called her something, and her face hardened unexpectedly. Maybe if she was direct, the woman would let her go. Maybe if she answered and threw in another insult – because that obviously seemed to be what the woman had taken it for otherwise she wouldn’t insist so much – then maybe she would be let go. Maybe she could then just go, finally.
“I called you a stinking witch. And that’s exactly what you are. Get away from me! Leave me alone! Get your dirty hands off of me!” She screamed it though her voice didn't cooperate, but at the same time, she didn't make a move to shake off the woman's hands on her knees.
“Huh?” Soneya didn’t even remember what she had said, she just wanted to get out of there, wanted to go home. Or maybe not home. Her parents would kill her if she showed up looking like this. But she wanted to get to safety. Away from the woman, away from the smoke, and most of all away from all that magic that had to be involved. There was no other way to explain all of this.
Then she suddenly remembered that she had called her something, and her face hardened unexpectedly. Maybe if she was direct, the woman would let her go. Maybe if she answered and threw in another insult – because that obviously seemed to be what the woman had taken it for otherwise she wouldn’t insist so much – then maybe she would be let go. Maybe she could then just go, finally.
“I called you a stinking witch. And that’s exactly what you are. Get away from me! Leave me alone! Get your dirty hands off of me!” She screamed it though her voice didn't cooperate, but at the same time, she didn't make a move to shake off the woman's hands on her knees.
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Something about the way the girl looked at her, spoke to her, acted towards her absolutely burrowed under Qamra's skin. She was used to feeling distaste -- and, yes, even disgust on occasion -- towards children. She anticipated rudeness and ill behavior from them, and in the majority of the weakness-filled world, she even expected them to be puny and poorly trained. If even that. So why this one girl, why this insignificant little pipsqueak churl in a shitty backwater should suddenly cause an unfamiliar, hot emotion to well up in her gut was on the incomprehensible side of things. Why should she care? Qamra had seen more humans come and go than she could count, some of them by her hand and some by time. She'd received worse barbs on the sands, in taverns and on the road. She'd settled some of them by right of blood, but when the spirits were high and writhing like they were that night it should not have even occurred to her to be bothered. The girl did not matter.
Still she stared. Oh. Anger. That feeling was anger. Qamra leaned back a little, bemused with herself even as the scalding assault of an emotion she didn't want or, under most circumstances, care for at all surged through her. Qamra didn't lose control. Most of the time the things people said simply slid right away; they had no hold on her, and their spirits were too often slim, malnourished things. Qamra was better than them. That was undisputeable.
Yet here -- her first night out in months, her first chance to commute with the spirits -- she was focusing on some brat. It was so strangely infuriating. Why? Why. . .?
"Hey Nasani, Dagi, can you hear that?" She spoke low, as she stood back up. She looked down at Soneya, so calm and composed. All traces of smile had vanished. Her voice was cold.
"What do you know about witches, girl?"
Still she stared. Oh. Anger. That feeling was anger. Qamra leaned back a little, bemused with herself even as the scalding assault of an emotion she didn't want or, under most circumstances, care for at all surged through her. Qamra didn't lose control. Most of the time the things people said simply slid right away; they had no hold on her, and their spirits were too often slim, malnourished things. Qamra was better than them. That was undisputeable.
Yet here -- her first night out in months, her first chance to commute with the spirits -- she was focusing on some brat. It was so strangely infuriating. Why? Why. . .?
"Hey Nasani, Dagi, can you hear that?" She spoke low, as she stood back up. She looked down at Soneya, so calm and composed. All traces of smile had vanished. Her voice was cold.
"What do you know about witches, girl?"
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For a brief, only a brief moment, Soneya thought the woman was going to hit her senseless and then leave her in the alleyway. But that blissful moment of hope soon evaporated when the woman straightened a little and looked down at her with eyes that held no more trace of anger. Her words felt like hail falling down on her skin and the young girl suddenly found herself shivering. If the witch could hide her emotions this well, or have them shift so quickly, it was not boding well for Soneya.
But the names… The names she whispered sounded foreign to Soneya’s ears and they scared her almost more than the woman herself. And there was no one around! No one at all! Who was she talking to? And then the girl’s eyes fell on the smoke still curling around the woman, if more discreetly, more carefully now that they had been interrupted. Another shiver shook her, this one more violent than the brief shivers before.
She knew she had to reply if she wanted to avoid having the magic surround her again, if she wanted the smoke to stay away, but what was she supposed to say? Why should she talk to a witch? No matter what she said, it was going to be the wrong thing. No matter what she said, she was going to have to suffer. The woman had already proven that, otherwise she would have just let her go, wouldn’t she?
“I know that witches are evil. They have given themselves over to magic and no good can ever come from magic. Magic corrupts people and turns them into their darker selves.” Soneya didn’t dare look at the woman directly while she replied, so she kept her eyes on the woman’s legs instead. The more she spoke, the more Soneya tried to curl in upon herself again, to curl away from the woman, from the terrifying smoke. She feared the fury that would surely lash out at her but she had to protect herself, against the witch, against her magic. What would her parents say if they knew what she was up to? Silent tears began streaming down her face again, but still, she kept talking. “No good can ever come from magic.Not after the havoc it has already wreaked upon the human race. Magic should not be used. People who control magic should not exist for they are a danger not only to themselves but to others as well. Witches are evil.”
But the names… The names she whispered sounded foreign to Soneya’s ears and they scared her almost more than the woman herself. And there was no one around! No one at all! Who was she talking to? And then the girl’s eyes fell on the smoke still curling around the woman, if more discreetly, more carefully now that they had been interrupted. Another shiver shook her, this one more violent than the brief shivers before.
She knew she had to reply if she wanted to avoid having the magic surround her again, if she wanted the smoke to stay away, but what was she supposed to say? Why should she talk to a witch? No matter what she said, it was going to be the wrong thing. No matter what she said, she was going to have to suffer. The woman had already proven that, otherwise she would have just let her go, wouldn’t she?
“I know that witches are evil. They have given themselves over to magic and no good can ever come from magic. Magic corrupts people and turns them into their darker selves.” Soneya didn’t dare look at the woman directly while she replied, so she kept her eyes on the woman’s legs instead. The more she spoke, the more Soneya tried to curl in upon herself again, to curl away from the woman, from the terrifying smoke. She feared the fury that would surely lash out at her but she had to protect herself, against the witch, against her magic. What would her parents say if they knew what she was up to? Silent tears began streaming down her face again, but still, she kept talking. “No good can ever come from magic.Not after the havoc it has already wreaked upon the human race. Magic should not be used. People who control magic should not exist for they are a danger not only to themselves but to others as well. Witches are evil.”
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Such an ignorant, stupid brat.
"Yeah? Says who?"
Qamra's expression, her tone, her stance: they all didn't change a whit. That there was fury building up in her, that she pushed her senses back to the hospital where her gear was stored, where Nasani and Dagi waited, that didn't matter. Their existence and companionship meant so much more than some words being spewed out of the chit before her. They shouldn't need to be aware of this disgusting opinion, really. Still, she reached for that comfort, for that assertion that spirits were so much more than one stupid little girl could ever understand. Ever.
Something in her was waking up, and it wasn't happy at all.
"Yeah? Says who?"
Qamra's expression, her tone, her stance: they all didn't change a whit. That there was fury building up in her, that she pushed her senses back to the hospital where her gear was stored, where Nasani and Dagi waited, that didn't matter. Their existence and companionship meant so much more than some words being spewed out of the chit before her. They shouldn't need to be aware of this disgusting opinion, really. Still, she reached for that comfort, for that assertion that spirits were so much more than one stupid little girl could ever understand. Ever.
Something in her was waking up, and it wasn't happy at all.
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For a moment, Soneya was thrown. What did she mean? Says who? Everyone was saying this. Literally everyone in Marn. Well everyone that mattered at least. Where was this woman even from when she didn’t know that?
“It’s common knowledge here in Marn. Everyone who matters says it. My parents have told me quite a few times and I don’t doubt their words. And now that I have encountered you, I’m even more inclined to believe them. Why? Do you really think you could get away with practising magic here? Even if you do something to me, someone will find you and punish you sooner or later.”
Where she took the gall from to reply like this, she didn’t know. And she was fairly certain that there wasn’t going to be much more. Once she had said her bit, she shrank back in on herself, awaiting the blow that was surely to come. When her father was looming over her like that, his hand regularly slipped. Why would it be different with this woman? Soneya had learned to take the blows and hope for the best. She had learned to just accept that she was weak.
Her heart was pounding, so was her head and she could feel her stomach about to heave again though she was sure there was nothing left in there to be thrown up. Why wouldn’t the woman just go away and leave her alone? Why would she not take that forsaken magic with her? And just leave! Soneya just really wanted to go, or be left in peace.
“It’s common knowledge here in Marn. Everyone who matters says it. My parents have told me quite a few times and I don’t doubt their words. And now that I have encountered you, I’m even more inclined to believe them. Why? Do you really think you could get away with practising magic here? Even if you do something to me, someone will find you and punish you sooner or later.”
Where she took the gall from to reply like this, she didn’t know. And she was fairly certain that there wasn’t going to be much more. Once she had said her bit, she shrank back in on herself, awaiting the blow that was surely to come. When her father was looming over her like that, his hand regularly slipped. Why would it be different with this woman? Soneya had learned to take the blows and hope for the best. She had learned to just accept that she was weak.
Her heart was pounding, so was her head and she could feel her stomach about to heave again though she was sure there was nothing left in there to be thrown up. Why wouldn’t the woman just go away and leave her alone? Why would she not take that forsaken magic with her? And just leave! Soneya just really wanted to go, or be left in peace.
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"Everyone who matters!" Qamra was laughing. Then, she kicked Soneya. She could have broken some ribs. She didn't. She could have killed the girl. She didn't.
"Yeah? Well, maybe it's time someone did some enlightening for you backwards fucks."
Qamra stood, staring down at Soneya, ugliness in her eyes and a crooked grin twisting her lips. "Get, before I show you exactly what I'm capable of getting away with."
"Yeah? Well, maybe it's time someone did some enlightening for you backwards fucks."
Qamra stood, staring down at Soneya, ugliness in her eyes and a crooked grin twisting her lips. "Get, before I show you exactly what I'm capable of getting away with."
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Her hands suddenly didn’t do her much good protecting her face when she felt a foot connect with her ribs. Coughing and gasping, Soneya moved her arms to circle her waist, holding the painful area as though she wanted to hug herself. She had know she’d get hit for telling the truth. People never wanted to hear the truth. Whether it was her parents or someone else. Soneya shouldn’t have said anything, she really really shouldn’t have said anything. But maybe, just maybe the woman was going to leave now. She had had her fun and she was now angry, not getting what she wanted from the girl, so maybe the fact that she had now released her anger in a kick, she would turn around and leave. It was hope at least, even if it was only a small spark.
The hope was also instantly crushed as soon as the woman spoke again. She should get out of there? How on earth was she supposed to do that, lying on the ground, exhausted, probably with broken or cracked ribs and a world of pain. Most of all, she was just scared to run away and then have the woman haul her back. Or even worse, send the smoke after her to catch her and drag her back. She wouldn’t be able to handle that.
“Maybe you should just go,” Soneya whispered. “Let me be.”
In a desperate attempt to somehow get the woman to be discouraged and go away, even though she should have learned from the last kick, she yelled: “None of us need your lessons! Go away! And take your filthy magic with you!”
The hope was also instantly crushed as soon as the woman spoke again. She should get out of there? How on earth was she supposed to do that, lying on the ground, exhausted, probably with broken or cracked ribs and a world of pain. Most of all, she was just scared to run away and then have the woman haul her back. Or even worse, send the smoke after her to catch her and drag her back. She wouldn’t be able to handle that.
“Maybe you should just go,” Soneya whispered. “Let me be.”
In a desperate attempt to somehow get the woman to be discouraged and go away, even though she should have learned from the last kick, she yelled: “None of us need your lessons! Go away! And take your filthy magic with you!”
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Re: Collide
The chit needed discipline. No, the entire city needed it. Firm, without mercy, without hope. Qamra could remember what that had looked like, bleeding out from eyes and posture until the taken form had become blurred, a mass of clay ready to be shaped by her expert hands. The heat in her stomach was hot in the same way the ice of the north was, the same way she had been when Lucius had been lost after the battle in the Sooqui Plains. The same way when Dagi had died. In that moment, Soneya's body was not that which housed a glorious spirit, waiting one day to be freed, but a collection of blood and bones and meat. Qamra was the butcher, to free it up properly, to prepare for sale. There was a way about it, a finesse, that only a master could properly take.
She was not alone. This was not her former home, a place where she could do what needed doing without interruption. Yes, first she would have to silence the chit to prevent interruption. First, they should remove themselves from line of sight. She drew nearer the girl, and kicked her hard into her stomach, up near her diaphram. She would have to concentrate on breathing. Yes.
Immediately after, Qamra took her by the wrist and started to drag her deeper into the alley. This was simply another mistake that needed correcting. Qamra knew all about those.
"This is for your own good," she told the girl conversationally, as they rounded the corner of a building. Qamra eased them into a narrow space between its neighbor to the rear; it opened up into an overgrown lot on the far side, but as far as she could tell the space was abandoned and littered with refuse. It stank. It was unlikely to entertain visitors before them. "Witness," she told the single spirit who remained, slinking about her heels. "Watch," she told Nasani and Dagi, and felt their familiar reassurance.
"I will scour you clean of your misplaced notions, and then I will tend your city."
She looked down at Soneya, unsure if the girl was even listening. No matter. The urge to cough was building up deep in her lungs, and Qamra knew that once she'd finished she would need to retire to the hospital. She was tired.
She was not alone. This was not her former home, a place where she could do what needed doing without interruption. Yes, first she would have to silence the chit to prevent interruption. First, they should remove themselves from line of sight. She drew nearer the girl, and kicked her hard into her stomach, up near her diaphram. She would have to concentrate on breathing. Yes.
Immediately after, Qamra took her by the wrist and started to drag her deeper into the alley. This was simply another mistake that needed correcting. Qamra knew all about those.
"This is for your own good," she told the girl conversationally, as they rounded the corner of a building. Qamra eased them into a narrow space between its neighbor to the rear; it opened up into an overgrown lot on the far side, but as far as she could tell the space was abandoned and littered with refuse. It stank. It was unlikely to entertain visitors before them. "Witness," she told the single spirit who remained, slinking about her heels. "Watch," she told Nasani and Dagi, and felt their familiar reassurance.
"I will scour you clean of your misplaced notions, and then I will tend your city."
She looked down at Soneya, unsure if the girl was even listening. No matter. The urge to cough was building up deep in her lungs, and Qamra knew that once she'd finished she would need to retire to the hospital. She was tired.