<strong>Sorcha speaking to the Dominus</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/><br/><em>You do not think here in this cage in this land, is not already a slow and painful death? I smell the stench of death even over the boar piss in this cage.</em>She was about to add that she would be free, even if she gained her own freedom. It would take time but it was imperative the pict returned home. As her mind wandered a little from the cage she remembered the cold winds and the White Mountains, the woman was quiet for the time. She considered the words of this man, this one that was apparently a leader.<br/><br/>Finally she spoke again,<em>I do not like it here, but better stables than with most of the fools, at least the animals understand…”</em>She then added she would behave, well for at least as long as she was able, though Sorcha had marked some people for punishment.<em> I will tend your animals and well, but understand I will never forgive or forget your people for what they do to the land. I understand …like your animals I have no choice for the time.</em>Her eyes indeed were dark and her demeanour too. Of course this was no threat in her voice that would be stupid and Sorcha was not that.<br/><br/>It was then the man turned to grass eyes and spoke with him, of course the pict could only pick up perhaps a word or two if that. She watched the body language. As is was for the time being she would have to bide her time, this was rather difficult for the somewhat impulsive pict, surely anything would be better than in this stinking cage. She then went to the back of the cage and waited, carefully carving once more into the wood.