This was some sort of living nightmare for the young pict, this was worse than anything she could ever have imagined, it was as walking in the dark belly of the vile beast beneath the earth that skulked so deep and spewed poison, the one these metal men and soft skinned women seemed to try to awaken with each step they took.<br/><br/>These alien lands with these strange people’, with their language that made no sense, all of this along with heat and the discomfort of the way she had bound and gagged brought yet more confusion to Sorcha. It gave to her though cruelly,  both anger and fear. She was used to running wild and free, she was used to the hunt and even to a sizable degree battle, or rather skirmishes and ambushes because women defended the settlements the same as the men. If only she had fallen as her babe, and her mate, for her position now … those creatures had not even allowed her kin to be sent to the other world…<br/><br/>Sorcha kept her eyes closed, however yet again those nostrils flared and her ears twitched as she listened for anyone save the animals drawing to close. For just this moment the small and wiry pictish woman once more took in the scent of the beast beside her. True it was not as the short hardened pony’s she was used to, though it was a noble beast, or would be if they knew how to care for it. The horse nibbled at her now ragged clothing and nuzzeled into her neck. At least one thing here did not offer confusion, at least the animals here still understood.<br/><br/>Any that drew close to her, any of these monsters were met with a snarl, even though gagged and bound, there was an intimidation about her. After all poke and prod at a wild one for too long and they will break there bonds they will be free… and worse than that they will turn on the oppressor.<br/><br/><br/>Sorcha’s thoughts and snarling was suddenly distracted by the commotion of the tall woman, the one that was from the lands over the sea, she had at least heard tales of these folks and perhaps might have seen one in her time, though could not be sure. This woman was impressive yes and obviously had martial skills, and however impressive a female that fought was certainly not a novelty it was a necessity with her people. Sorcha wondered then if this one would be bound and muzzeled as she had…or was there something else, after all this woman was standing with the men that seemed to be for a certain purpose.<br/><br/>However at least it had drawn any attentions from her, and thus Sorcha was thankful. For now she would enjoy a brief interlude of peace, hopefully, and it might give her a chance to work on means of returning to her home lands, and to that which was right. During her musings and thoughts and with some difficulty the pict crouched a little as her concerned returned to the horse, the distraction would make it safer to do so. She bumped her head against its leg gently and the horse lifted its hoof, a little painfully, this was certainly no mean feat but still she did try to determine what was causing the lameness.<br/>