Atnorsa was rolling onto her back with a swallowed grunt as the pirates approached, speaking foully in her own tongue, and her lips curled back from her teeth in a sneering growl, ready to spit insult back at them - but before she could, she was hauled upward, to her feet and then off them to drape over her captor's shoulder.<br/><br/><strong><em>"The great mother will swallow you all,"</em></strong>she promised darkly, her head lifting to glare at the pirates she was being carried away from; her bright hair hung in her face, giving her the look of sapphires burning behind a curtain of ice-rimed dry grasses.<br/><br/>The one carrying her muttered and growled at her in the language she did not understand, and she lifted a little, her elbows pressing against her back as she snorted at him, but also looked past him. He was carrying her downstreet, toward the river. It seemed her compatriot had been right about that much, at least.