<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/A00f33236571fb613800b7cb29b4c6a0.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jia Seikasa</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jdqAleIzRgsLPq3rvQzSSQmafJqpVgV2nWo9Rp0dyrU/edit</div></div>Jia wasn't certain how long she'd been here.  Around the time she'd gotten hungry enough to start forcing down the gruel, she'd also started the habit of grabbing the tray before it was jerked back and trying to scratch a line in the floor.<br/><br/>She had another way she could have tried to make those marks, but she couldn't tip her hand entirely.  The wards on herself she was making a habit of putting back on whenever they wavered were telling perspective enemies enough about her as it was, but she didn’t want to be without them should she need them.<br/><br/>For a girl doing the sorcerer's equivalent of donning armor every six hours, three times a day.  She would chat away from time to time throughout the day in a cheerful, sing song voice—ostensibly to her captors.  Sometimes she made offers to do neighborly favors.  Others, she offered simple comments on her state of being, what she'd dreamed.  She didn't tell them what she remembered, but made a habit of calling out the fact whenever she remembered something new.  She made frequent sarcastic comments, but kept her out and out rants to herself.<br/><br/>Jia had given up on wearing the tiny, charred indigo tatters of her robe in the first few days.  They'd been too tattered for her cantrips to restore, so she simply went nude.  Cold didn't usually bother her, and the blush didn't take long to go down.<br/><br/>She bundled up the tatters as best as she could for a pillow.  The same spell that cleaned them cleaned her, and she worked at the floor and walls with it as well.  She also did stretches and exercises, passing the time by singing, even dancing.<br/><br/>Frequently she slipped into funks of depression and wrath, but Jia always pulled herself out of them with determination that she would live her life on her own terms and—when the time came to escape—she'd be ready.<br/><br/>