"That one's a dane," The voice of a woman woke her from her stupor. Kyra hadn't realized how long she'd been asleep for, she'd been making her way to Dunholm, where one of her most trusted friends had helped her halfway before she'd been captured by a group of Danes. The furs beneath her and the hearth by her side confirmed that she'd not been taken prisoner, though, due to the pacing she could hear from her left, they're troubled by her appearance. Kyra, feeling the need to move her now numb legs, slowly sat up as she could feel eyes upon her.
"Where have you appeared from girl?" The woman asked, her voice harsh, unlike what she'd sounded moments earlier. Kyra scanned the small room, a lady, and three men. She couldn't bear speak the words, it felt as though there'd been a knot at her throat. The men, she felt uneasy being around the men, too many. The woman noticed her eyes darting from the men, it hadn't crossed her mind that she had been keeping an eye on her.
The woman turned to them, "Leave,"
As the men left, Kyra felt the air return to her lungs.
"I'm Brida," The woman said.
"Kyra,"
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