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Princess of Kett
Princess of Kett
Ellya was shocked at how defensive the tribal woman was when she spoke in her language, when all she said was her name. Most people and other foreigners were relaxed or happy the other time Ellya spoke in their language. “Oh! I’m sorry if I offended you! I was just trying to help and let you know.”
Ellya let out a gasp when the journal dropped to the ground and the Tezarran reaches for it and flipping through it. “Please be careful with that ma’am.” Ellya asked before the woman demanded an answer, which slightly annoyed her. She would have asked why she was demanding something from her, a princess, but wasn’t exactly at the position to ask the questions.
Before Ellya could say anything, the Tezzaran woman drew her bow and aimed. “Wait! I-“ Ellya started to say before the arrow was fired, though it didn’t hit her but the rope holding the trap Ellya was on, dropping her hard to the ground.
“Ugh, ow..” Ellya groaned as she untangalrd herself from trap. “I am thankful for you letting me down, though I would have really appreciated a warning.” She said as she dusted herself off and took off the cloth she was using as a hood, releasing her hair down before looking back towards the woman, who she saw looking through her bag.
“Oh! There are some valuables and sharp things, don’t want you getting hurt.” Ellya said with a soft concerned voice, but the woman quickly pocketed her knives and said she would be taking them, this caused a wave of sadness to flow over Ellya causing her to lower her head, “but father gave those to me…” Ellya mumbled under her breath, there wasn’t much else she could do to stop her, luckily she still had two on her person hidden in her boots.
Ellya looked up when the woman also said she be keeping the journal. “Hey! Wait no, I need that, plus I would really like my knives back!” Ellya said as she followed the woman through the woods. She assumed the tribe woman would lead them back to their camp, atleast there she could talk to their chieftain.
“Fine, if I’m going to follow you, I would like to know what to call you." Ellya talked as they walked, making sure not to trip on anymore things or trigger whatever other traps may be littered around the woods. She watched as the tribal woman infront of her strutted and lead back to the camp, she walked with an authority and respect, though with a grace of beauty with it. Ellya also noticed the items inside her braids, also very beautiful, she made note to ask this tribal woman or someone else about them, she was curious.
Ellya broke the silence after they walked some more, one thing she didn't like very much "So when I get to your tribe, would I offend your chief if I spoke in your language? I know I upset you, which I truly did not mean to do, but I wouldn't want to upset him or anyone else."