empty [aquilon]
Jun 9, 2014 14:23:05 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 14:23:05 GMT -6
Azura's life was decidedly empty now. She had always assumed that a slave's day, no matter what region they lived in, was filled with work, that they were expected to earn their keep and make themselves useful. There was none of that here. Viggen and his sire seemed to keep mares around only to breed with and produce foals. Such a waste of basically free labor seemed a huge flaw in their style of management, but she didn't dare speak so frankly to them. Doing so would invite more of their bile and, as hormonal as she was, it would almost definitely start another fight. Fighting would endanger her little girl, and, this far along in her pregnancy, Azura did not want to risk harming her development or, Daedra forbid, tempt the fates into making her miscarry. Azura was also determined not to speak another word until she was free of this place once more. Her silence seemed to annoy him even more than her back talk, and watching Viggen get worked up was one of her few sources of joy in this horrible place.
She awoke that morning beside one of the land's many waterfalls, her striped coat wet with spray. Though the roaring seemed to calm the foal, who had grown more and more active as the days passed, getting so wet when the days were steadily getting colder was probably not the wisest of ideas. There was definitely a nip in the air that morning. The cold seemed to have sunk through her skin and down to her bones, making them stiff. It took a few minutes for her to force herself into a standing position, her muscles protesting as they were stretched and pulled. Deciding that some simple movement would be the best thing to warm herself up, she began moving in a large, irregular circle.