01-05-2010, 09:59 PM
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SSWM: 328
Vieira watched Silas as he moved and tried another door, her golden eyes watching his form and found that it was also locked. It was a little disappointing because she did not want to run all over the city in order to find blankets. If she could get them here, she could pack up and be on her way. Finally, he got a door open and she sat the bottles on the ground slowly and followed him. From a few feet away, she could smell the odor. Her nose wrinkled in distaste and as she came around the corner, saw the skeleton. She stepped back in surprise and an audible gasp, her hands covering the gape in her mouth.
At first, the slave did not know what to do. She did not register his words and her ears were back against her head as she stood, planted in her spot. It took her a long moment to shake herself and glance in his direction for advice. She did not want to go in but she could not ask him to get the blankets for her. Slowly, she jerked her legs and moved around the bed that held the dead and pulled the dusty blankets away from the bed. Her golden eyes focused on the item in her hand and rolled it up as fast as she could. Under it was a thinner blanket, followed by a sheet, and she grabbed them and rolled them up as well.
Vieira turned to leave and at the foot of the dead man's bed she saw a satchel, perfect for the items she was carrying. It was hold the alcohol and the smaller sheet so she could carry the rest in her arms. She bent forward, slung it opened, and dumped the rest out. When she had the things she need, she shuffled out of the room as fast as she could make herself and exhaled a long breath of fresh air.
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SSWM: 328
Vieira watched Silas as he moved and tried another door, her golden eyes watching his form and found that it was also locked. It was a little disappointing because she did not want to run all over the city in order to find blankets. If she could get them here, she could pack up and be on her way. Finally, he got a door open and she sat the bottles on the ground slowly and followed him. From a few feet away, she could smell the odor. Her nose wrinkled in distaste and as she came around the corner, saw the skeleton. She stepped back in surprise and an audible gasp, her hands covering the gape in her mouth.
At first, the slave did not know what to do. She did not register his words and her ears were back against her head as she stood, planted in her spot. It took her a long moment to shake herself and glance in his direction for advice. She did not want to go in but she could not ask him to get the blankets for her. Slowly, she jerked her legs and moved around the bed that held the dead and pulled the dusty blankets away from the bed. Her golden eyes focused on the item in her hand and rolled it up as fast as she could. Under it was a thinner blanket, followed by a sheet, and she grabbed them and rolled them up as well.
Vieira turned to leave and at the foot of the dead man's bed she saw a satchel, perfect for the items she was carrying. It was hold the alcohol and the smaller sheet so she could carry the rest in her arms. She bent forward, slung it opened, and dumped the rest out. When she had the things she need, she shuffled out of the room as fast as she could make herself and exhaled a long breath of fresh air.
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