[ it's a small dressing room, with a trunk in the corner overflowing with silken clothes and leather shoes, perfect for scaling the highwire. there was a crown of roses, settled on a wooden hewn table in the corner, and a collapsible pole that inej uses when on the wire. other than that, it looks fairly bare -- perfectly set up to be packed away.
inej allows kaz to pull his arm away, more concerned with closing the tent flap behind them, to block any semblance of actual conversation from the individuals outside. ]
My parents, Kaz. Those people are my parents.
[ in an equally low hiss, a defensive tilt to her tone that is not normally there. she moves closer, opening her mouth to say something else, before inej seems to think better of it, turning back toward the mirror set up in the corner, resting her hands on the surface of the wooden table set up in front of it, drawing in a deep breath to let it out slowly.
none of this is real. she knew none of it was real, when she showed up here, because she recognized the setting instantly. this is the last night she has -- the last night of freedom, before the slavers, before she's taken. kaz doesn't know that, he hasn't experienced it, and if inej has her way, he never will know that level of fear. but taking out her fear and anger on kaz will solve nothing.
she closes her eyes, searching for her center, to calm down before she continues speaking, her tone a bit more soft: ]
no subject
inej allows kaz to pull his arm away, more concerned with closing the tent flap behind them, to block any semblance of actual conversation from the individuals outside. ]
My parents, Kaz. Those people are my parents.
[ in an equally low hiss, a defensive tilt to her tone that is not normally there. she moves closer, opening her mouth to say something else, before inej seems to think better of it, turning back toward the mirror set up in the corner, resting her hands on the surface of the wooden table set up in front of it, drawing in a deep breath to let it out slowly.
none of this is real. she knew none of it was real, when she showed up here, because she recognized the setting instantly. this is the last night she has -- the last night of freedom, before the slavers, before she's taken. kaz doesn't know that, he hasn't experienced it, and if inej has her way, he never will know that level of fear. but taking out her fear and anger on kaz will solve nothing.
she closes her eyes, searching for her center, to calm down before she continues speaking, her tone a bit more soft: ]
We need to get out of this city before nightfall.