"Good." is one pleased and eagee sound she says back.
Because when they do arrive she knows it at least by her bare feet, if not by gaze. How sudden it is, overwhelmingly so. It's risky, and it's stupid, but that alone makes her untangle her arm from his safety and guidance.
The feeling of it is overwhelming. An imagined freedom. Quiet, no barked orders, no kick to knock her down and no yank on her hair to pull back up again. Even her companion for a moment fades away, as for the first time since she had been taken away, Lakshmi begins to laugh, stretching out her legs and throws herself into a jerky run. Laughing and laughing and laughing. Until the blindness does its part.
But at least she is skilled, elegant as he said, that she catches herself as she tumbles, hits the ground and rolls a few feet to land on her back. Both her hands sprawled above her head, twining thick into the grass as she lay there. Laughing, still, half blind, still sore, and breathless.
As soon as she pulls herself away, he steps back. Who knew how long this moment would last, how long she would be able to remain here unhindered. It was a rare moment for any slave of Elgar'nan. The laughter has him smiling even as she tumbles. Every movement of hers is controlled and done with purpose despite the injuries that hinder her.
Once she's settled in the grass, he squats down beside her and rests his arms on his knees.
"Well? Is it as good as you remember?" he asks, amused.
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Because when they do arrive she knows it at least by her bare feet, if not by gaze. How sudden it is, overwhelmingly so. It's risky, and it's stupid, but that alone makes her untangle her arm from his safety and guidance.
The feeling of it is overwhelming. An imagined freedom. Quiet, no barked orders, no kick to knock her down and no yank on her hair to pull back up again. Even her companion for a moment fades away, as for the first time since she had been taken away, Lakshmi begins to laugh, stretching out her legs and throws herself into a jerky run. Laughing and laughing and laughing. Until the blindness does its part.
But at least she is skilled, elegant as he said, that she catches herself as she tumbles, hits the ground and rolls a few feet to land on her back. Both her hands sprawled above her head, twining thick into the grass as she lay there. Laughing, still, half blind, still sore, and breathless.
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Once she's settled in the grass, he squats down beside her and rests his arms on his knees.
"Well? Is it as good as you remember?" he asks, amused.