Arie kept her back turned to Squee the whole time. She felt a bitter hate towards him. How could he be doing this to her? She just wanted to end his life, make him suffer, have him feel just as humiliated. Her parents were probably worried sick now with no knowledge if she was still alive or dead in some hole somewhere. She wished she could be home, but the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to think about everything she was missing. It was makign it worse as she wanted nothinig more than to let her mind slip away and will her body to die all on its own. Unfortunately that was quite impossible and she was stuck on the cold ground with an elf she'd rather see dead.
The night had come and it was very dark, it didn't help that a small wind had picked up. Arie had shifted slightly to see if the rope had loosened, but it was still binding her tightly with no room for escape. She had fallen asleep, but the cold air was still asailing her. Just because her mind had gone to sleep out of weariness didn't mean that it prevented the cold from penetrating her dress and sweeping away all warmth from her skin. Even in her sleep her mind was spinning with how to get away, but the cold was distracting.
It continued to grow later in the dark night, Arie's lips had started to turn blue as she preferred to be asleep, but in a sudden moment the cold supply of air was cut off. The sudden change in temperature caused her to wake up abruptly. She rolled over quietly and looked down to see a cloak across her body. She felt so much confusion as she saw Squee, the elf she hated more the she loved life, walking back to his spot cloakless.
Now her mind had really been sent for a spin. Why had he given up his own comfort for his slave? She wouldn't accept that fact, but he was treating her like one. On the rare occassion an elf slave would come into a good home and be treated like family, but they were mostly treated worse than the labour animals were. Arie settled back down, some of the cold ice around her heart melting away as she was trying to figure this elf out.
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