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
His hands came up in, what she assumed was, a way to placate her and calm her, but it didn't. Her sharp eyes zeroed in on the scar that stretched across his palm ... one that mirrored the scar on her own palm beneath the drying blood. The muscles in her arms tensed and her hands balled into fists as she fought the urge to grab his wrist and pull his hand closer to inspect the scar and see if it was exactly what she thought it was or just a scar from some past accident. "Your hand..." She began, her jaw clenching as she cut herself short when Nate spoke again, telling her that he was a doctor.
”Nie, dit is nie.”
If it weren't for the awkward way the language roll off of his tongue, Saartjie wouldn't have believed him. She had traveled several times in her youth with her parents and even more with Gaal, but wherever they had gone their native language had been spoken in an effortless manner. This man ... it was obvious that it was not his first language. That coupled with the fact that enforcers had not been set upon her, or were even circling her, made her believe that he was telling the truth. She was no longer on Korofi lands, but somewhere far, far away. Somewhere safer.
The tension left her body all at once and her legs, sore and weak from running, buckled beneath her. Her bottom hit the pier with a thud and for a long moment she sat there in silence, staring down at the pier and her blood caked hands. There were a million questions running through her head, but the main one was how. How had she ended up in a land far away from Korofi when only moments before she had been running through the streets. She doubted that Nate would be able to answer her. That question and the others could be answered later, after she cleaned herself up and got some rest.
"Nate." She finally said, looking up at him. "I am Saartjie Senzaok." Going by her maiden name, she decided, would be safer than her married name for the time being. At least until she was sure that she could trust Nate. "I uh..." Her tongue swiped over her lips and she motioned with her hands. "I need to wash."
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ooc:// Nate
Translation:
”Nie, dit is nie.”
If it weren't for the awkward way the language roll off of his tongue, Saartjie wouldn't have believed him. She had traveled several times in her youth with her parents and even more with Gaal, but wherever they had gone their native language had been spoken in an effortless manner. This man ... it was obvious that it was not his first language. That coupled with the fact that enforcers had not been set upon her, or were even circling her, made her believe that he was telling the truth. She was no longer on Korofi lands, but somewhere far, far away. Somewhere safer.
The tension left her body all at once and her legs, sore and weak from running, buckled beneath her. Her bottom hit the pier with a thud and for a long moment she sat there in silence, staring down at the pier and her blood caked hands. There were a million questions running through her head, but the main one was how. How had she ended up in a land far away from Korofi when only moments before she had been running through the streets. She doubted that Nate would be able to answer her. That question and the others could be answered later, after she cleaned herself up and got some rest.
"Nate." She finally said, looking up at him. "I am Saartjie Senzaok." Going by her maiden name, she decided, would be safer than her married name for the time being. At least until she was sure that she could trust Nate. "I uh..." Her tongue swiped over her lips and she motioned with her hands. "I need to wash."
"."
ooc:// Nate
Translation:
you see, i've come
to burn your kingdom to the ground
to burn your kingdom to the ground
