<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>Her eyes met his they were dark so very dark against her pale face, a face that was dirty again, she still had the remnants of vomit about her mouth and her shoulder though Sorcha had managed to put in back into its socket herself was turning black. There was a fear upon her face not from grass eyes, he had a voice that was not angry and he had been in her dreams.<br/><br/>No the fear remained from her situation, in this filthy cage, she could not even really fathom why. There had been many worse on the journey, those that had behaved like the sickness… perhaps it was because they feared her…because she was pure like the snow before the blood. It was so confusing, horribly so especially as they spoke in words she did not understand.<br/><br/>Sorcha hated being so filthy and the stench in here in this box was worse because of the heat.<br/><br/>Being desperate the pict took the water, in fact she only took some to drink the rest was to clean up the vomit from her face. “Water….out…good.” It took her some time to get the words out, not that she was without intelligence in fact she had been classed as one with more than a little intellect in her tribe that and cunning too.<br/><br/><br/>She reached out her hand then to the Greek, “Good?” it was then she spoke in her native language which was just strange like nothing he had heard before. Yet Sorcha was trying to communicate, as it was for now she would rather be in chains than in the cage. Again Latin found its way in “Good dog…” her head tilted to one side.<br/><br/>Inside the cage she had already stated making patterns to warn people here. There wwas nothing else she could do for they spoke in strange words.<br/>