<em>Sorcha makes a plan</em><br/><br/>Well this new ‘captures’ words made as little sense as any others that Sorcha had been given the displeasure of meeting. She only heard sounds.  At least the horses and the dogs had made sense to her, just as they had in her homeland. The humans here in this place seemed as if the were possessed, by vile spirits, for surely they were insane, completely and utterly so.<br/><br/>The pict wondered for a short time how long any would last in the frozen north, in the barren yet beautiful highlands. These captives may be beautiful now, and the men may have been muscular because they were well fed….that was their weakness... and a large weakness in her mind….<br/><br/>Sorcha knew she did not need fine food or meat, for she understood hard winters, her first child, a daughter had died, the cold and the spirits had taken her, she was lucky for she would be reborn, the babe had been born when the winds were at their harshest, she died in those winds such things were expected. Sorcha herself had been born in the spring and had learned early how to feed herself on whatever came to her, her frame did not rely on anything but the scraps the land offered and anything she might be able to catch.<br/><br/>For now the other woman here in this room….this prison…bound to slavery was in Sorcha’s mind little more than  a worthless toy, she seemed to have no purpose, but then few of the others she has seen did. A skill in fighting was one thing, survival was a very different matter and the latter was a far harder battle. As for the woman that was treated differently, well that was not her concern, at least not for the moment…<br/><br/>The pict for now had other matters to attend too, and the first was removing herself from these chains that burned at her skin, and removing herself from this place that had the scent of death. She watched the man in the same way he watched her. Sorcha took two slow breaths and then rolled her shoulders in their sockets. The woman gathered more saliva in her mouth and after that flexed her elbows a little. It appeared she was no longer fighting though the narrowing of her eyes may have said something different.<br/><br/>The entrance of the new woman only made things easier for her, this man would surely be distracted now. Sorcha was not surprised at the treatment of this new captive but in truth was grateful just as she had been to the other woman in the lines before they were split. It was she started working slowly on her thumb and first finger , dislocating them, so that she might start to slip the chains. Perhaps were she not concentrating to hard on the pain and escape she might have taken pleasure in the music, but for now all that was on her mind was getting out of this place of sickness and death.<br/><br/><br/>That man that worked in a place of death stopped watching for the moment, it would not be long before he had no eyes at least in the mind of this woman. She worked carefully wanting to be away from the sickening stench that circled here. First one hand was free, Sorcha held the chains so that they did not fall to the ground, it hurt, a great deal and pains shot up her arms almost causing her to vomit. Once this man was distracted the pict had decided she would remove the other shackle and gag herself and then find some true allies.<br/><br/>Sorcha had stopped growling and she tilted her head to look at the Greek,  he would not understand, even if she did not have the gag, but still she spoke. “Let me free, I will take a horse and a dog, I should not be here…you make the land sick.”  Even as she spoke the pict worked to make sure her thumb and finger joints she would be free.<br/>