L O S T
The journey across Tygara shouldn't have taken longer than a day at most given the low-altitude shuttle that was used to transfer the Slaves from one holding to another. However, there had been a delay along the way as the vessel picked up several more who had been journeying back to Semiramis after the untimely death of her Vizier had sent them fleeing back to their Queen. Their inevitable confusion, and reluctance to board the strange creature had set the journey back a few hours and forced them all to miss a well-needed meal.
Sat there in fearful silence Aro had her gaze downcast to the metal ground and tried to picture instead the sandy dunes she knew and loved in the grains which had been trampled inside during the boarding process. Her wrists were rubbed raw by metal shackles, her ankles facing the same agony, yet she noticed that the others only bore the latter. Perhaps they had found out about her nightly excursions... Was that why the Queen had scorned her so by sending her away? Had Aro not done solely what had been asked of her by her beloved Shahbânu?
Travel sick from the hum and steady rocking of turbulence the young Qadiri settled her head into her hands and breathed in deeply. She did not understand what it was she sat within, she had expected to find innards but it was instead mostly hollow. Such a strange beast with its quiet rumbling roar, it had engulfed her whole! Still it was not her place to question her current predicament, if Semiramis had ordered this exchange then so be it. Aro would do her best to adapt.
As the vessel finally touched down the Slaves were rounded up and sent down the ramp one by one. Aro was the last to rise, carefully watched by one of the escorting guards although the look in his eyes suggested that he had no clue why she wore more restraints than the others. That was a relief, at least, perhaps her secret would remain that way. From there they were all pushed into a walled courtyard before being halted and told to wait in silence. That was an easy task, from the looks of it the others were just as terrified as she was.
[member='Siobhan Kerrigan']
Sat there in fearful silence Aro had her gaze downcast to the metal ground and tried to picture instead the sandy dunes she knew and loved in the grains which had been trampled inside during the boarding process. Her wrists were rubbed raw by metal shackles, her ankles facing the same agony, yet she noticed that the others only bore the latter. Perhaps they had found out about her nightly excursions... Was that why the Queen had scorned her so by sending her away? Had Aro not done solely what had been asked of her by her beloved Shahbânu?
Travel sick from the hum and steady rocking of turbulence the young Qadiri settled her head into her hands and breathed in deeply. She did not understand what it was she sat within, she had expected to find innards but it was instead mostly hollow. Such a strange beast with its quiet rumbling roar, it had engulfed her whole! Still it was not her place to question her current predicament, if Semiramis had ordered this exchange then so be it. Aro would do her best to adapt.
As the vessel finally touched down the Slaves were rounded up and sent down the ramp one by one. Aro was the last to rise, carefully watched by one of the escorting guards although the look in his eyes suggested that he had no clue why she wore more restraints than the others. That was a relief, at least, perhaps her secret would remain that way. From there they were all pushed into a walled courtyard before being halted and told to wait in silence. That was an easy task, from the looks of it the others were just as terrified as she was.
[member='Siobhan Kerrigan']