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by Kadda » December 23rd, 2018, 10:12 am
17th of Frostmarch, 1344
Margaret let out a cathartic exhale; her herb gathering near Aiwella was done for the day. The place had always put her on edge, even without having witnessed Durga committing murder just outside, but the medicinal components were too precious to skip over.
While hurrying back to the Fort, she noticed someone and suddenly froze. The Little Bird stood in the middle of the wagons as if in a trance, unstable. Her delicate frame could have blown over with a breeze. Birdy didn’t have obvious scrapes or bruises, but Margaret could tell the girl was not fully aware of her surroundings and needed immediate medical attention.
Earlier that morning, Margaret had reached an understanding with Marcus after airing her grievances. To Margaret, as an outsider to his Order, she felt the knight confused chivalry with chauvinism at some point in his training. Only hours before this, she had run into him at the tavern. He immediately said, “Margaret you were right, I shouldn’t have talked to Little Bird”
Margaret approached the girl, “Birdy?” She spoke quietly, saying that nickname always took effort on Margaret’s part. Little Bird. It symbolized that the girl was a pet of the Order, not an equal. Dehumanizing.
“I… I don’t have anywhere else to go” Birdy replied. Margaret followed the young woman’s gaze to Aiwella and subconsciously put a guiding hand on Little Bird’s arm. Was she giving up after everything she’d endured?
Margaret knew the answers, “Do… Do you not want to return to the Fort?” The Bird shook her head. “Do you want to talk about it? She looked up at Margaret for a moment and replied, “Do you want to kill me? Did he ask you to kill me?”
- - -
After some gentle coaxing, Margaret led The Little Bird into Jack’s house, filled with the smells of flour and lumber. Birdy’s eyes darted around assessing any threats as she entered before taking a seat on a crate.
Margaret knew her brother was right. The witch hunters had already broken in once because of a prank sign claiming his house as the Order’s, he didn’t want to get involved in Order shit again by housing Marcus’ pet Bird. Their sibling squabbling was cut short by gentle knocking; two figures were outside. Jack shot Margaret a look of “I told you so” while she devolved to the younger sibling and stuck her tongue out at him. The Little Bird scurried under a table at the sound, already on edge from the bickering…
- - -
Little Bird sat on a rock, staring out to the sea, “All I wanted to do was return to him, and to Thorn, and I think they both want me dead... why?”
When the witch hunters came upon Jack’s house weeks ago, they were unnervingly polite. Margaret had nothing to hide, she never thought to study magicks, but still… the eerie feeling lingered on for days after. The idea that Little Bird suffered tortures from them to show only faint bruising and immense mental trauma felt likely.
She finished her story to the three of them. The salt in the air did wonders for Birdy’s nerves, but her resolve to run away also came back with a greater strength, “I fully intended to make my way north… I don't have many options available to me.”
Margaret already knew Briars Hollow and beyond were not viable options. She had accompanied a group of Fort residents to the Hollow days before to find villagers on edge, strange marks on the trees, an unfriendly mayor… The waters were poisoned, and she meant to find out why. No, Little Bird would not survive on her own up north.
Gryhun turned to his companion, “You think Marcus actually wants her dead?”
The other shook their head and countered, “He'd never risk Victoria finding out about something that would offend her so.”
The Little Bird wrapped her arms around her knees as the group began dissecting what they had heard. The trance returned to her eyes. They were losing Birdy again to whatever haunted her.
Margaret shook her head and held up a hand for quiet. She remembered the loss in Marcus’ voice as he walked out of the tavern earlier that day, “Can I make a compromise?” she stepped in between the assembled group and turned to Little Bird.
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Kadda on January 24th, 2019, 9:59 pm, edited 1 time in total.