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Jessamine was somewhat disappointed at her answer; she still had no idea what was going on out there. Curiosity taunted her to go out and see what was going on, but at the same time, she couldn’t afford to get herself captured. Not now; not what she wanted to help. She sighed and turned her attention to the food in the metal dish she was supposed to be eating out of. ‘Obviously not overly confident,’ she thought, sending another glance at the door. She certainly wouldn’t trust just anyone to help free her village; especially if it meant going to someone she didn’t know. She was having a hard time believing this other girl would be of much help.

“My story…well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt...” She looked back at the food, reluctant to eat, though she knew she should. “It isn’t overly interesting, really. I never knew my mom, of course; Dad travelled a lot…him and his friends. We went here and there…he didn’t want to stay in one place too long…had to keep from being put in jail somehow. The only reason it’s taken so long is Dad wouldn’t let me go anywhere on my own until recently. And then I had to find the place.” She gave an exasperated sigh.

“You’d think he’d have told me where this place was, or at least given me more than the village’s name. But no; had to make me figure everything out. I suppose it was just another lesson…he always did say a stupid thief was as good as a captured thief…probably just trying to get me to figure things out on my own.” She shrugged before taking a bite of her food. Definitely burned, but at least it would hold her over until she had a chance to steal something else.

“Dad’s probably somewhere; last I saw, he was further east…talking about going somewhere overseas, though. Said there might be something of value over there; some treasure or something he’d try to bring back. I doubt he’s figured out how to get over there without being caught, let alone bringing back stolen treasures. He just told me to hang out here until he found the time to visit here, and then we’d all head off.” Never was one for thinking everything through, she knew. But then, maybe that was where she had gotten it from.

She looked back to Jemina. "Well, I've told my boring story; your turn. Haven't you ever left the village? You said where your mom was, but what about your dad? How did your mom get captured?"