Tamaska saw the almost rusty color and just took it in. Everything seemed slow and, for lack of a better work, thick. It was like her brain had to relearn every function that had once been natural. As the fog drew back from her mind with a painfully slow pace, she could tell that the color was a deep reddish color. At first she thought of the cracked and broken ground of Durotar. Was she in Durotar and if so why was the ground a good eight feet above her? No, she decided, the surface she was looking at was too smooth and uniform. Her wide, amber eyes blinked repeatedly as she let her head loll to the side. She saw the light , soft and muted. It looked, her brain fought to remember the right word... cozy.<br/><br/>Finally her eyes seemed to come into focus, which she took as a good sign. She saw the crimson color of the roof and the lamp that swayed softly and rhythmically at the far end. her stomach grumbled but she did not want to move. Fabric, soft as a spring breeze in the Darkspear Isles, caressed her back and legs. It's silken embrace was so welcoming that she almost resisted the need of her painful hunger. Her plush lips curved into an adorable pout and she stretched her slender limbs. With a sigh of great reluctance she pulled herself to her feet. Tamaska let out a little squeak as she found her footing really wobbly as though she was not used to walking any longer. She took a few moments to stretch and look around the room and it's lavish contents.<br/><br/>The candles and fresh flowers lent themselves to a rather romantic feel and that thought brought the events leading up to her waking up here flooding back. A blush flushed across her face and she squirmed, ghostly caresses seeming to stroke her for a moment before she could clear her thoughts. Luckily, arousal fell behind curiosity as she began to slowly look around the room, investigating the paintings. She approached the mirror, her head tilting quizzically at her still somewhat addled mind tried to process why there was another troll standing in that odd gold-framed doorway. She felt embarrassed as her mind snapped to the realization that there was no other troll. That was her! By the light, what had happened!<br/><br/>With eyes as wide as they could go she took in her image. Tentatively, her hand moved up to touch her hair. She actually jumped a little as the felt the much shorter length of her hair. She had always had her braids and with them gone she felt strangely vulnerable. She had to acknowledge that the haircut was cute. She liked the way that her hair felt down to slightly obscure one eye while the other side was clipped back. She did not look like the same innocent, young tribal priestess that had found herself lost in Dalaran. She looked more mature and much more alluring. Only then did her eyes process what she was wearing. Immediately, her whole body blushed and she squirmed. So much was on display and the leather was so thin and tight that as her nipples hardened they became slightly visible under the tiny tight top. She shorts looked as though they had been painted on and her toned thighs and more to her embarrassment, the curve of her womanhood could be seen as well.<br/><br/>Her chest heaved and threatened to spill from the taut leather top when her eyes settled on the last piece attire. The collar riveted her gaze to it and again the still mostly innocent trolless squirmed in remembrance of how it felt when Bahiyya had first tightened it around her throat. The glittering ring caught her eye and her hand trembled as her finger lightly slid along the surface of the hoop. With a firm shake of her head, she banished the encroaching thoughts of the lusty encounter that was the last thing she remembered. She squeezed her thighs together as she could almost feel Emberspike releasing into her again.<br/><br/>She cast her eyes desperately around in an attempt to distract herself from the slowly rising heat of unbidden pleasure. the scent of food caught her nose and the growl of her hunger drove even the thoughts of lust from her mind. Only when she found herself in front of the food did her brain register that something was off. She stared at the food and the pink letter, trying to decipher what was wrong. The food all looked delicious and her stomach grumbled again, wanting her brain to shut up and jus let the priestess eat. Her brain relented and she drug the small table back to the back, sitting on the end for now with a moan as she sunk into the softness. She decided to eat before investigating the letter. Still, as she ate, with the absolute minimum of ladylike decorum, she still tried to puzzle out what was niggling in the back of her mind.<br/><br/>She peered out through the bars into the hallway, pursing her lips in thought between bites. Wait, bars!! That was it, there were bars! Bars that, she realized, left her no real place to hide from prying eyes. what was going on? the furnishings made her think that she was not a prisoner, at least not in the common understanding. Prisoners did not eat this well or enjoy beds this soft. Moving the small table aside, she took up the letter. Slipping into the warm, soft embrace of the bed once again, Tamaska unfolded the letter and began to read, hoping it would shed some light on the situation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>