<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/><br/>“Sorcha out, good…” she had finished her markings and let down the sharp piece of pottery though managed to hide a few other bits, who knew when they might be needed. She was feeling frustration even though the slight headiness of the drugs still remained which in some ways helped, but trying to communicate was so difficult..<br/><br/>The stench was disgusting it was foul especially for one that knew fresh and clear winds upon the mountains,  thus she pushed against the wood again “Sorcha out…” the pict then put her hand to her nose and made a sign as if she were about to retch again. Which if the truth be told she was close to it, however her belly was empty and once more it would be nothing but a dry heave.<br/><br/>She spoke a little pictish whilst cleaning her new marking, her body was on display though the pict was grimy again from the cage and that was not something that pleased her, it was then she used it to clean the rest of herself. Then Sorcha spoke again. First gesturing to the cage, “Dirty…” then to her self as she used the cloth “No Dirty.”<br/><br/>When Autolycus pointed to the mark of her mate she paused and took a breath trying to show him that was the mark of her mate, and he and her mate were one because the spirits told her. They had spoken too her, though of course it  made little sense for the most, save that the wolf was the mark of likely her husband.<br/>