Saartjie
holy water cannot help you now
i don't want your money or your crown
i don't want your money or your crown
She didn't know how long she stood there, staring out at the ocean and the setting sun, completely dumbfounded. There was no logical explanation as to how and why she was no longer in the city. Was it some divine intervention that had decided to spare her from the wrath of the enforcers? Or... was she already dead? Saartjie lifted her hands and looked down at them ... still caked in blood. Her legs still ached from the run and her lungs still burned, so she couldn't be dead ... right?
"Hey, miss?"
The sudden sound of a man's voice made Saartjie gasp and she spun to face him, her stance immediately going defensive. He didn't appear to be a threat, but that didn't mean that he wasn't. She backed away a step, her hand reaching for the knife that Sunjata had given her -- the one she always kept tucked away for self defense. It wasn't there and for a brief moment a panic flashed in her eyes and then she remembered. The knife was with him, in their home. Lodged in his chest.
This man, though, standing before her didn't have the look of an enforcer. He didn't have the look of anyone from Korofi -- at least not any of the noble families. And if he wasn't running from her or trying to catch her outright ... perhaps he didn't know about what she had done. She could possibly --
Saartjie blinked, her posture going rigid as the familiar language touched her ears. She cast a panicked glance around her, expecting to see enforcers beginning to circle her, but there was nothing. Just him and her on the pier and a few fishermen tending to their boats, none the wiser about what was happening a few feet away. "Moenie nader kom nie." She warned, but her voice wavered as her gaze returned to the man that had approached her. "Wie is jy? En waar is ek? Wat is besig om te gebeur?" Saartjie shot off the rapid fire questions as panic began to set in. "Is dit Korofi-land?"
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Translation:
Moenie nader kom nie. - don't come any closer.
wie is jy? En waar is ek? Wat is besig om te gebeur? - who are you? And where am I? What's happening?
Is dit Korofi-land? - is this Korofi land?
"Hey, miss?"
The sudden sound of a man's voice made Saartjie gasp and she spun to face him, her stance immediately going defensive. He didn't appear to be a threat, but that didn't mean that he wasn't. She backed away a step, her hand reaching for the knife that Sunjata had given her -- the one she always kept tucked away for self defense. It wasn't there and for a brief moment a panic flashed in her eyes and then she remembered. The knife was with him, in their home. Lodged in his chest.
This man, though, standing before her didn't have the look of an enforcer. He didn't have the look of anyone from Korofi -- at least not any of the noble families. And if he wasn't running from her or trying to catch her outright ... perhaps he didn't know about what she had done. She could possibly --
Saartjie blinked, her posture going rigid as the familiar language touched her ears. She cast a panicked glance around her, expecting to see enforcers beginning to circle her, but there was nothing. Just him and her on the pier and a few fishermen tending to their boats, none the wiser about what was happening a few feet away. "Moenie nader kom nie." She warned, but her voice wavered as her gaze returned to the man that had approached her. "Wie is jy? En waar is ek? Wat is besig om te gebeur?" Saartjie shot off the rapid fire questions as panic began to set in. "Is dit Korofi-land?"
"."
ooc:// Nate
Translation:
Moenie nader kom nie. - don't come any closer.
wie is jy? En waar is ek? Wat is besig om te gebeur? - who are you? And where am I? What's happening?
Is dit Korofi-land? - is this Korofi land?
you see, i've come
to burn your kingdom to the ground
to burn your kingdom to the ground
