Post by Naelona Ezel on Dec 3, 2009 23:47:25 GMT -5
It was a mess, the whole lot of it. The floor was charred, the walls the charcoaled black and crisped white. Even the air was thick and in some parts difficult to breath as ash kicked up easily. There was a draft somewhere of where a window had been broken, and a winter chill lurked within the Wing. For once the South Wing almost seemed more welcoming than the North. Room Two was only a short ways into the hall after all. Naelona was unsure of the extent of the toasted damage, but it was enough to soot cover and smoke fill just about everything she had, if not toast it outright. The heavy door to her bedroom had sustained a measure of damage yet had kept most of the fire out - it was just the first room that separated her bedroom from the central room shared with the rest of the boogies in Room Two that'd been toasted.
With a grim frown she plucked a still hanging mask from the burnt wall. Several similar masks lay broken or shattered upon the floor, a result of both the scuffles and fire that ensued. A crack ran down its center, and as she lifted it it parted and the lost half shattered upon the floor leaving a jagged portion of what once was a fancied decoration. "Such a mess.." The boogie murmured, setting the frail piece of work upon a blackened table. "Check the room, make sure there are no remaining bodies there." Or anything living either, for that matter.
Since losing ownership of Kristopher, Naelona had well put Kyle through his paces. Perhaps it was a trait of the Roberts, maybe not but he'd proven himself enough to warrant at least a little bit of respect from the creature. Even so, his actions of defending her during the rebellion had surprised her. As much as she preferred to chalk it up under him being a well-trained slave, he was still painfully new to her ownership and the act couldn't be overlooked so easily.
"Mind yourself, the floor isn't what it used to be." Enough of the floorboards creaked already. With Mar watching vigilantly from her shoulder Naelona surveyed the rest of the room while waiting for her slave's report. The attacks had been costly in themselves, but Naelona was already firm in the believe that the mass majority of participating slaves hadn't even begun to understand the meaning of 'loss' ..yet.
With a grim frown she plucked a still hanging mask from the burnt wall. Several similar masks lay broken or shattered upon the floor, a result of both the scuffles and fire that ensued. A crack ran down its center, and as she lifted it it parted and the lost half shattered upon the floor leaving a jagged portion of what once was a fancied decoration. "Such a mess.." The boogie murmured, setting the frail piece of work upon a blackened table. "Check the room, make sure there are no remaining bodies there." Or anything living either, for that matter.
Since losing ownership of Kristopher, Naelona had well put Kyle through his paces. Perhaps it was a trait of the Roberts, maybe not but he'd proven himself enough to warrant at least a little bit of respect from the creature. Even so, his actions of defending her during the rebellion had surprised her. As much as she preferred to chalk it up under him being a well-trained slave, he was still painfully new to her ownership and the act couldn't be overlooked so easily.
"Mind yourself, the floor isn't what it used to be." Enough of the floorboards creaked already. With Mar watching vigilantly from her shoulder Naelona surveyed the rest of the room while waiting for her slave's report. The attacks had been costly in themselves, but Naelona was already firm in the believe that the mass majority of participating slaves hadn't even begun to understand the meaning of 'loss' ..yet.
