09-12-2012, 06:48 PM
There were many things wrong with what Jordyn was doing. She should have scurried away from this scene by now. What she was doing would have made her mother frown in that way that she loathed, and her father would have spanked her for her unwise decisions; yet she was still standing here in the presence of a gypsy woman and a slave. The way the woman stared at her freaked her out more than anything else about her situation. The way she leaned forward toward her having a secretive conversation in her head. As if she were looking at her as a mere snack rather than as a soulful, living being. It frightened her. The woman had asked a question, and she was taking a while to respond, since she was pondering whether or not to tell her where she was indeed going, for the woman could always follow her, and capture her as her own. The slave next to her didn't seem to be under fed or mistreated, but she knew it was no way to live a life. She eventually made up her mind to tell her, she wasn't happy with it, but she had learned to trust her self, and for her well, that was good enough. She made eye contact with the woman atop that horse. "I am looking for the nearest coast," she said quietly, while still making eye contact. Even if the woman told her where the coast was, she probably wouldn't make it there quick enough to battle sleep, but it would be nice to know where to go in the morning.