Storms of the Eye - A WolfWren fiction

Interlude One : Sabine.

Sabine's mouth was aching from the cut Shin had made, slapping her. Her throat still felt tight from the choking, although she was breathing normally now. But the lip was killing her. She grimaced, feeling it swoll already. When the guard had returned, she had asked him for a medikit. He did bring it, but it had been stripped of anything truly useful, short of a few mild painkillers. They even took out the ice pouches! What's the concern exactly, that I chill them to death with them? She thought, mumbling to herself.

She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was kind of disappointed that Shin went away so fast. The bantering had been a nice distraction, and although she would have passed on the beating, at least something interesting happened. Nobody had come since Baylan Skoll's visit on the first day, and the cell didn't come with an entertainment system or any kind of entertainment whatsoever. Even sleeping was torture on the flat hard bunk without so much as a pillow.

That girl has anger issues though, though Sabine, massaging her throat. She repressed a chill, at the memory of Shin's calm and ominous threats. Surprisingly, it wasn't so much the menacing tone of the dak apprentice that had dumbstruck her. There had just been a troubling intensity in that last moment when she had crouched down and pressed on her chest firmly. Closing her eyes, she could see the murderous, smokey, lazy gaze of the blond girl, latching on her like she was pulling her soul out. "Oh fuck off." She snorted, shaking the thought off.

She went through the 'conversation' in her head, trying to gather something useful from it. Why would they ask about Ezra? Elsbeth probably had a full inquisitorial archive on him already. Hell, they even seem to know better than me where he is right now, she noted darkly.

She took a long deep breath, immediately wrinkling her nose in disgust at her own smell. Lightsaber fighting and stewing in a cell for days would do that, I guess. When Shin had come to interrogate her, standing so close to her, she had left a faint soapy smell in the air. It dissipated in minutes but it had lingered long enough for Sabine to guess at it. Something with dark blueberries for sure, she had decided. She did missed it, she realized. The fresh shower smell. And fresh minty breath too... The company, the banter... Those light puzzled smokey eyes. She smirked, half because of how she had pestered the dark apprentice, and half for a reason... she was consciously avoiding right now.

I'm not telling her that but I admit the haircut thing was pushing it. She meandered. It's kinda dope. Like badass dope. She sighed again, rolling her eyes to the cell's ceiling. She really had to be quite bored to be down to rating her captor's look.

She stood up, pacing the cell absently. Although it had been their least violent encounter so far, Shin did almost kill her again. Sure she cleaned up nice, but she remained a crazy sith-like assassin. Not exactly a company she should miss. Though she really was jealous about the nice blueberry-scented shower.

Decidedly, she knocked on the cell door.

"Hey, you? Mister guard?" She shouted, through the windows. "You still here?"

The masked head of the guard popped on the window, his muffled voice croaking a 'what do you want?' at her. She bit her lip, refraining herself from bantering him.

"So uh... Apparently, you guys have showers here? It's a long fucking trip, and I came along willingly, can someone at least get a sani-kit? And could you ask Blondie to bring a pillow or two when she visits back, or like fetch me one?"

She gulped, staring at the creepy pitch-black guard's goggles, her disheveled reflection on them. "Please?" She added, in a quiet voice.

The guard stood silent for a moment, then brought his hands to his helmet, removing it, and revealing an eerie smile. He came closer to the window, a putrid breath washing over her invasively.

"I think." He croaked. "That I might do something about that. If you are nice..."