| [the girl that the denizens of this world call minfilia is almost expressionless.
she's not incapable of expression. she looked at thancred with wide, shocked eyes when first he came to spirit her from her cell, and she smiled at him several times, very slightly, when he swore to protect her from the sin eaters that stood guard outside her room. she tripped and fell as they were running out of gatetown, and her face contorted then in pain, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't ask thancred to stop running, either. she tried to limp on despite the pain.
even now that they are out of the city (safe for the moment from the eulmorean army, which will probably take a few bells to mobilize and search for her), she hasn't spoken.
this girl is nothing like ascilia — even through memories now fifteen years old, thancred must know that. her lashes are too thick, her nose too snub, and her mouth is somewhat smaller. ascilia had a boyishness to her, an energy, but this "minfilia" has nothing. she seems listless. she sits on a barrel, hands folded demurely in her lap, unmoving.
if it weren't for this girl's blond hair, her eyes like crystal — the selfsame eyes that minfilia warde bore when first she hearkened to hydaelyn's call and embraced her role as the word of the mother — if it weren't for those, she wouldn't be like minfilia at all.
but she agreed to go with thancred, and she smiled at him. thus far, she has complied with his every order. she must want something more than that disturbingly ordinary, windowless room, the books on her shelf, the taste of meol.] |
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