It hadn’t taken long for Damita to doze off, her hands sliding down to her sides as time passed by; she hadn’t slept during the whole trip in the carriage, and she’d been in there for almost two days. The persistent gnawing of hunger in her stomach was what awoke her, the girl waking up with a start. She sat up, hands coming up to rub at tired eyes, rubbing away the blurring that sleep always produced. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Damita could see lights ahead, her curiosity piqued – Were they at the village so quickly?<br/><br/>Damita’s courage faltered as they drew nearer and nearer to the village, her hands moving to smooth the fabric of her dress over her knee in nervousness. Bottom lip was worried between her teeth yet again as her thoughts raced, cinnamon gaze flicking back and forth as they finally neared. Damita almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of the chief’s voice, her attention going to him for the moment. Damita held her tongue, years of tempering and learning to mind her manners still holding true – She would not be disrespectful to an old man unless the situation warranted.<br/><br/>Though the son – or whom she assumed was the son – did not fall under the category of ‘respected elder’.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” She said quietly, having sat up once more, shoulders back to their rigid posture.<br/>