"They called you Empress once, did they not' When you were wed to one that proclaimed and thought himself as a Savior?"
"Dat was anotha life, anotha time, some may even say be jus' ah rumor. Dey spoke otha names for me tae. Dae ya remembah those as well?"
Her smile curled easily as a brow arched up as the shining opal of her eyes rested on the one who kept her presumedly captive.
"Lilia 'Chance' McGlory....seafarin' mistress o' tha Sea Fox. Dat be but one o' muh names. Now be ah good spor' and be lettin' me gae. Dese binds are beginnin' tae chafe."
Another smile there even as her eyes took on a smoldering light. Oh the price of thievery they would proclaim was a heavy bargaining chip. A heavy price to pay....and yet she had managed to get herself out of worse ordeals.
Sea Fox. Empress. Chance. Phoenix.
So many titles. So little time to claim of them all.
Her fingers worked deftly along those binds as she spoke on with the one who had captured her.
She missed the tide, the call of the sea, the taste of the salty sea are on her tongue.
Nimble fingers worked, a brush of fingertip to the raw twine began to smoke until the would fall away.
Up on her feet then with a quick right hook to the man's jaw. Terrible how they would misjudge the wills and ways of a woman to leave only one man to watch over her in the prison.
Didn't they know?
They well should have listened to the truths as much as the secrets.
The bo staff was lifted in her hand, thumb grooming over the familiar runes of the elements. A touch at the seal.
It easily could become a blade if need be. The old comfort of things remembered well.
A nudge of bootheel came to the unconscious man's side as she rested the bo staff along her shoulder.
"Ye forgo' one bloody title dey call me. Phoenix. 'Cause I always rise again..."
A tip of an invisible hat.
"Be seein' ye."
A smile as she murmured a command in Gaelic to bring the prison door creaking open.
A smile as she got her first sight of the sky after so many years imprisoned in Rhy'din.
Damn but it was good to be free.
"Dat was anotha life, anotha time, some may even say be jus' ah rumor. Dey spoke otha names for me tae. Dae ya remembah those as well?"
Her smile curled easily as a brow arched up as the shining opal of her eyes rested on the one who kept her presumedly captive.
"Lilia 'Chance' McGlory....seafarin' mistress o' tha Sea Fox. Dat be but one o' muh names. Now be ah good spor' and be lettin' me gae. Dese binds are beginnin' tae chafe."
Another smile there even as her eyes took on a smoldering light. Oh the price of thievery they would proclaim was a heavy bargaining chip. A heavy price to pay....and yet she had managed to get herself out of worse ordeals.
Sea Fox. Empress. Chance. Phoenix.
So many titles. So little time to claim of them all.
Her fingers worked deftly along those binds as she spoke on with the one who had captured her.
She missed the tide, the call of the sea, the taste of the salty sea are on her tongue.
Nimble fingers worked, a brush of fingertip to the raw twine began to smoke until the would fall away.
Up on her feet then with a quick right hook to the man's jaw. Terrible how they would misjudge the wills and ways of a woman to leave only one man to watch over her in the prison.
Didn't they know?
They well should have listened to the truths as much as the secrets.
The bo staff was lifted in her hand, thumb grooming over the familiar runes of the elements. A touch at the seal.
It easily could become a blade if need be. The old comfort of things remembered well.
A nudge of bootheel came to the unconscious man's side as she rested the bo staff along her shoulder.
"Ye forgo' one bloody title dey call me. Phoenix. 'Cause I always rise again..."
A tip of an invisible hat.
"Be seein' ye."
A smile as she murmured a command in Gaelic to bring the prison door creaking open.
A smile as she got her first sight of the sky after so many years imprisoned in Rhy'din.
Damn but it was good to be free.