Torrid Streeter feels her whole word come crashing down as she cannot believe her eyes. She shakes her head as if to clear her mnd, Victor. It couldnt be, why was he here? The color drained from her face as she leaned against the wall. Sje just stares at HIM, tears welling up
Arianwen Mercy: ” Can I help you sir ?”
Victor Klavinham snapped his fingers to either side to have the grey-shrouded men behind him, split their numbers and rummage through the various buildings. He was determined in what he did and after the cavern he only came minutes late, storming it with smoking arrows, fingers red from drawing his bow’s string. Just to leave that rotten smuggler’s hideout with empty hands. They could track the ship’s course, some villages they stopped, up the north, some they didn’t but always – a hint remained that gave them a lead to their next destination. Thentis was the last, but after a quick ask-around, it doomed him that he was late, again. The search was gnawing on nerves and resources, if he wouldn’t find her soon, the men would inquire their payments more and more frequent. And even if he’d find her, chances were that he’d still end up broke. A moment, when he passed the woman and the back of his hand grazed her skirt by accident – a gaze exchanged, furrowed brows distorted his features, but there was a brief connection of their eyes. Getting torn out of his musings he glared at the woman “I would like to believe so, but chances are little…I am looking for a slave, well shaped, feminine..with her head screwed right…not sure about her heart but she certainly does have a talent to get into situations she can’t come out of….” *blabbering on and on about a girl that sounded both, perfect and blemished at the same time his tongue tired of speaking* “Torrid..her name’s Torrid, blonde hair…blue eyes, as deep as the Thassa and a small brand o her thigh…Have you seen her by chance, Lady?”
Arianwen Mercy: “What is her name sir, do you know ?” looking him up and down wonder about him .. he almost scares her just by the looks of him
Victor Klavinham narrowed his eyes slightly as she inquired “Torrid, Lady. Her name’s wild and sylvan…Torrid she’s called.” *his eyes averted, staring into the faces of his men as they came out of the buildings* ‘Nothing’ *said one of them, the other just nodded and a piece of Victor’s heart, broke a little further
Arianwen Mercy:” I do not know this girl you speak of but will keep my eyes open .”
Victor Klavinham: “Please do so, Lady.”
Torrid Streeter softly under her breath, not even as loud as a whisper,” red hair………red” His looks were changed, how could he even be more handsome then she remembered Him. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. Her hands clasp the ruby ring worn on the outside of her gloved hand, cradling it. She wanted to call out to Him, wanted to tell Him she loved Him with all her heart but she couldnt. Betrayal ruined things and she had ruined what they had.
Arianwen Mercy: ” We get a lot of girls through here .” looking over to the woman behind him not ever seeing he before sne smiels and greets ,” Tal lady may I help you as well?”
Torrid Streeter looks but startled,” Umm No Lady…” Her voice low and choked with emotion.
Arianwen Mercy:” I am the head merchant here if you have trade of any sort let me know .” then looks to the woman directly,” Im sure we could help find a place here if you need ”
Victor Klavinham: I suppose you do, girls are plenty but those like her…not… *he muttered underneath his breath, clenching his fist in sheer frustration with the situation. Following the invisible line of sight the Lady drew to the other his amber eyes lingered upon her scarlet dress, smiling as the colour reminded him of the autumn that ran through his girl’s hair when he first met her, as wild as it was clustered with small twigs and leaves, carrying the scent of wood. A smile upon his lips as he looked half-ways through her, it wasn’t the Lady he saw, but the memory he had of his property*
Arianwen Mercy: ” Ssir do you know what took her away from you?”
Victor Klavinham looked at her, that was, confessed or not, a pretty good question. “I…I don’t know..” *he said, thinking about it, for the first time, really* “My wishes might have been a little…out of the norm..my city a little too quiet for a forest girls tastes..but…I thought she loved my steel…I digress I fear..” *tearing his mind of the subject he didn’t want to talk about her for too long, the messenger’s note was still in his mind*
Torrid Streeter frozen in her spot she wanted to flee but she couldnt move. It was a gift from the Priest Kings to see Him. Almost laughing bitterly at that thought, they mocked her, tortured her. She wanted to crawl to Him but her disgrace held her back, He deserved better. Twirling the ring about her finger she listened in her own silent hell.
Arianwen Mercy:seeing the hurt is his eyes, ” Give her time if she is free she will come back to you but I have a quetion if she is free sir how will you treat her ?”
Victor Klavinham held a proud stance, the man was a reputable merchant after all. “If she’s free, I am a fool hunting a dream. No way I’d find her where she’d go…” *he realized all of a sudden* “How will I treat her? I’ll throw her in chains and force myself upon her, if I wish so. And she’d melt in my palm and ask for me…” *he smiled at the woman with that cunningly haunting smirks that made him, him*
Arianwen Mercy: grins .. ” well hmmm,” looking him over his words sticking something in her depths feeling for the woman he seeks yet he feels with passion for her is it only pation of is it love .. she smiles and nods in her most uppity manner her being of Treve she knew how it was to be a proud woman and not to let a man effect her to much. Yes even now her love sleeps in a distant land she knew the love of a man well and knew of her love lost her he would seek the ends of the world and the 3 moons for her .. this man before her is not different, in many ways she felt sorry for him .
Torrid Streeter whimpers hearing that, her hand lifts as if to reach out towards Him. Quickly she turned about , her back to them. Inhaling deeply she slowly exhales. Calm down Torr she told herself, she needed to get a grip. Turning back she watches Him, his arrogant stance made her knees buckle. How many times did she just watch Him from her knees as He moved like that?
Victor Klavinham turned around, his fingers dancing across the pummel of his sword in caution, a quite unhandy tool but he knew the pointy end goes into the other, that was enough to best a good half of people already. “Have you seen something maybe, Lady?” *his eyes fell upon another besides at the fountain, chirping like a bird as the dusk settled across the sky* “Or you, Lady? If she was here..I need to know…”
Arianwen Mercy: ” Although I do deal in slaves…”
Torrid Streeter swallows. ” There was a heartbroken slave here some time ago……..crying by the well. ”
Arianwen Mercy:” Heart broken oh did she say her story lady ?”
Arianwen Mercy:” It might be the one he seeks.”
Victor Klavinham knew his slave better than anyone and crying in a foreign city, did sound as much as her as pouring her heart out, on a slave auction block. “That can’t be mine.” *he said briefly, parts of him also had the image the messenger instilled in him, that didn’t sound heartbroken at all.* “Tell me her story, that’s a good idea though, if she shared it…that is.”
Torrid Streeter: ” She talked about someone being her heart, that she had betrayed Him, she was besides herself. Sylvana said she would be with him no longer, ”
Arianwen Mercy:” I do wonder how she had betrayed him, sounds sad.”
Victor Klavinham: Betrayed… *he echoed for himself, listening to the slave’s story poured from the Lady’s lips* “How can a slave really betray though..is she not…subject to every Free’s whim, ladies? Is she the owner of her body? Of her thoughts even? Chattel, they call them in public….Loves in private and still…can they be held accountable for things out of their influence?”
Arianwen Mercy: ” Ooh I agree maybe she was confused?”
Torrid Streeter pulls the ring off and holds it in the palm of her hand.” I……I…..asked her that, something about it not being her fault but in the end it was, she didnt endure enough for Him. I ….I was afraid she was going to throw herself in the well.”
Arianwen Mercy: “oh I do hope she did not .,” looking at the woman noticing that her rags she wear was remenants of her shop but not willing to point out the fact thinking it best she let the woman pretend a bit she was free .
Arianwen Mercy: Her mind read ant the catch in the womans speech as if she was holding something back and her self hurt deeply even with every world she spoke about the slave she talked of it was as if she was saying them herself trying to resove her issues with herself and her life. She nods to the lady and smiles sadly letting sympathy fill her eyes as if she felt she knew somthing but could not say .
Torrid Streeter drops the ring on the ground,” I wish you well Lady……..and you Banker” Turning she rushes out of there and heads towards the boat.
Victor Klavinham watched the Lady’s gloved fingers as they daintily removed something, keeping it stashed in the smooth of her velvetty palm. He craned his head from side to side to steal a glance from those eyes he saw earlier. “You…she did not did she?…” *his heart was racing, he’d not hesitate to lunge after her if he knew she was dead…nothing would keep him from it
Victor Klavinham: Be well, Lady…*he said…turning around…a moment later his eyes shot open, jumping to face her* “Banker…she said…she knows me! Who is this, Lady?! Do you know her?!” *he asked Arianwen
Torrid Streeter flees from the area , running towards the docks blinded by tears and overwhelmed with Him. Stepping onto the ship she tosses the captain a coin says,” Thentis”
Arianwen Mercy:” No sir I do not she is new to me. I did not know you were a banker ..” smiles,” but yes it seems she knows you I heard it in her voice .”
Victor Klavinham rushing to the spot where she stood he looked upon the cobbles, kicking a pebble with the tip of his boot…just to spot the small ruby engraved ring she dropped..”That…that’s Torrid… Excuse me, Lady!” *he said, rushing off*