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[Bree'Dorian Armunn]

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In all of her twelve years, she'd not known such suffering as she had in that tiny cell in Maedas. The beatings she had endured at Trillin's hands. But yesterday, they had stopped. Yesterday, the female known as Xianna came to her. She was tender and caring. At first, Bree wasn't responsive but as time went on, Xianna got her to open up some. She'd brought her clothes so she wouldn't be cold anymore. She brought her food and drink. Something Bree had refused to touch before. And she brought her an entire basket of goodies. Books to read. Games. Pies. An entire feast of delights. She had had a bed brought in. A very comfortable one. Gave her access to an adjoining cell to make her own roomier. A nice area to play or sit on the nice bench. Decorated with brightly colored flashing lights for Bree's entertainment.
Xianna was so nice. And she seemed somewhat protective of her too. She had stated more than once that no on would harm her. But, Bree wasn't sure if she should believe her. She did believe that Xianna wouldn't beat her, but she had yet to see the one that hit her before. The one who put a collar on her that bit into her neck if he pulled.
The story that Xianna told was very interesting and she wanted to know more. Wanted to hear more stories. But Xianna had wanted her to rest, and so she did.

That night, while trying to sleep, she felt guilty about the lie she'd told to Xianna about how she had gotten her badly scarred hands. She'd grown up watching and listening and learning from peoples' interraction with each other and found that the easiest lies were the ones based on some amount of truth. She would quickly envision an almost fairytale quality about a lie and give it a story all it's own. Her mother was one skilled at this as well, but she lied for mischief, maybe to confuse people for her own fun. But Bree didn't really enjoy lying, and only used it when she felt the pressures of childhood tragedies coming upon her, like getting in trouble. She was in alot of trouble now. More than she'd ever known or feared. She reasoned that in this particular case, lying would be alright. When she saw her papa, she would confess that she lied and would gladly take her punishment. Bree wished she was in her own room at the Armunn lodge being punished for something right now, instead of in a cell on strange Sosarian lands where people burned down buildings and beat children.

The next day she sat on the bench, staring at the palm of her right hand. She stared at the burned imprint there. The signet of House Armunn. She had always hated her scars but the little symbol on her palm she liked. None of the other children had a picture on their palms. It made her special. It reminded her she was an Armunn. It reminded her of her family. She was thinking back to the day her papa had given her the blue gloves she wore..before Trillin had taken them away. If she would cooperate with these At al an, but only as much as she wanted to, she might be able to get her gloves back. Hearing a noise from somewhere in the building, she quickly hid her hands in the skirt of the dress she now wore and waited. She would ask Xianna today again for her gloves.

But it wasn't Xianna this time. It was the angry one, Trillin. The one who would speak nice with hurtful words one minute and hit her the next. She scooted as far back onto the bench as she could away from him. He made her afraid and that made her angry. Trillin stepped inside the cell and approached her, raising his hand to hit her. She stopped herself from flinching this time and instead held her face up even more, daring him, but her eyes were fearful too. His hand came quick up to her but stopped short and instead he handed her a peach. She was taken by surprise at this simple action and found herself almost smiling. Bree took the peach willingly and bit into it, watching him as she ate. She wanted to learn more about him, and maybe make him angry to see if what Xianna said was true. She asked him what she'd asked Xianna. Why he hated humans, but she wanted to know his own story on it. He told her to close her eyes. She balked at this suggestion with a warning that if he hit her while her eyes were shut, she would spit on him again. He seemed to find this an amusing threat. Trillin began the telling of an adventurous story about himself back in his gladiator days. With her eyes shut and listening to his voice, she could almost see the action in her mind.
She asked many questions throughout the story. One in particular about a word he'd chosen to describe the pit's female audience members as having lusted him. She wasn't familiar with 'lusted'. He began explaining what he meant, but Bree's nieve mind put together that it meant to admire someone's great battle skills. Just before he continued his story, Bree thought to herself that all women must lust after her papa.
It soon became clear to her that Trillin and her father shared one trait at least. They both enjoyed talking about themselves. Armed with this knowledge, one of her little smiles she looked up to give Trillin had mischievious roots. Often times she had charmed her papa into giving her her way, so maybe, if she were very careful, she wouldn't need to ask Xianna for her gloves afterall. Lying to Xianna was one thing, but lying to Trillin wouldn't make her feel so bad.

His story had both entertained and delighted her. She'd sat on the edge of her seat at times, afraid the hero of the story would die, yet knowing ofcourse that could not be since he was the hero of this one. Sometimes, with her eyes shut envisioning the action, she would imagine herself as Thanatos and the Atalan as the men that were slaughtered.
When he was done with the story for the day, she wanted to hear more of it. What happened next. What about the pain? What about this summoning?

After Trillin had left she sat on the comfortable bench, lonely for him. Wanting more of the story. But, left alone, she stared down at her hands, now covered as they should be dressed in blue. Her prize. Her gloves.

Tomorrow she would work on getting her dagger.
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= Bree Armunn =

Song for Bree


"Even though Imryrr took more after myself, I predict that Bree will be able to shape the land through whispers in diplomats' ears..."
- Lord Tarothin Armunn