Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140703215006

Tegan went to one knee when the guards shoved her in, holding her uninjured (except for the bleeding blisters) hand to her bruised ribs. She stayed that way for a moment, fighting for control. She was softer than when she'd been in the rebellion, she realized with regret. She was older too. Using the plank as a support and with great effort, she forced herself to stand and then she sat gingerly on the plank. Everything hurt. She lifted her canteen to her lips and drank the canteen slowly dry. She wanted it all before the guards collected them and she did not know how long she had.

She watched Bjolmar, who lay quietly on his plank, and threw an occasional glance at the Bosmer across the way as he trained. When he finally stopped and appeared to be watching her, she returned his stare, wondering what he was thinking.