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[Bree'Dorian Armunn]

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Tomorrow was Bree's birthday. But she didn't know it. Thirteen. A human teenager. Her brain may have lost track of the days and weeks that passed but her inner clock remembered. A rebel by nature, she was quickly becoming more so, though it didn't show. Dumb it down, and befriend were the current tasks. Tolerance, her only trusted friend. A dangerous game of pretend for a young girl in the clutches of the Atalan.

In a sense, she recieved a birthday present. A new cell was presented to her by Trillin. Except for the bars, it looked like a roomy and comfortable bedroom fit for any..guest. It was Xianna's doing. Xianna seemed genuine. Then again, so did Trillin before and she was betrayed. That betrayal was unimportant for the moment. Revenge could be had another day. Freedom was the goal. She'd let him think he was her best friend, her idol, in her eyes. She'd let him think what he wanted her to think. At first, she thought that pretending to hate her father would be difficult, but it wasn't. She enjoyed the lies she told him. Relished in them because she was betraying her "idol" with each one. Little dribbles and drabs of looks, pouts, changes of subject, to not seem too eager to tell the lie. The more he had to fish from her, the more likely it was he'd believe the lies. He'd believe she felt abandoned and unwanted.

Trillin leashed her and they went outside. Still the leash. She wasn't surprised and even tilted her head to make it easier for him, though the look she gave him was that of childish hurt feelings at the act. He led her to an enclosed courtyard and locked the entrance. Sitting himself on a log, Trillin waited for Bree to play. She acted like she enjoyed the yard but didn't feel like playing in a place that was still just a cell. They spoke and he told her a story of the Atalan history. She never liked history lessons. Bree was not one for past or future happenings. She lived for the moment, taking in every detail, every sight, sound, or taste. It was one of her quiet pleasures. Now, it was more than that. It was a lesson in itself.

He would question her at times, as she would use one of her distant looks or quickly hushed a sentence. She was reeling him in to ask her questions, her feelings towards her family. She made him aware that she believed herself to be disowned. Not long after the story, Trillin walked her back to her roomy cell and gave her stew to eat. She hopped up into the chair and blowing on her stew to cool it, she started asking him questions. She giggled and there was an air of lightheartedness about her. As he was beginning to leave, Bree asked Trillin a question. "If I ever get out of prison, can I live with you?"
It was a question of manipulative design. Seemingly pure and childish, but strong in it's statement that perhaps she wouldn't escape if released.
Trillin halted his exit and spoke clearly. "You earn your place."
She merely nodded happily and listened as he walked out of the doorway downstairs. She hadn't expected a yes or no answer, nor wanted one. She just wanted him to think about what her question could mean. Placing the the spoon down, Bree held her right hand in her left, palm up, and gazed at the burned imprint of the Armunn signet on her skin. She spoke no words outloud, but quietly she willed her words to the wind. I love you, papa.
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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