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[h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=bc79cb]Adorabella[/color] [@eclecticwitch][/sub]
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For a small village, easily a half a day’s ride from any major town, the day had been like it always was. The sun had set the night before, returning bright and early to share its warmth with the countryside. A cool breeze rustled through the tall grass, carrying the songs of many birds across the land with it. White, fluffy clouds rode the currents high up in the air, rolling lazily above the rest of the world, providing moments of shady relief from the sun’s beams.

A young air Gem by the name of Sorrin had awoken super early, setting to her few chores with a spring in her step. If asked, she would have stated that she simply wanted to make the day easier for her aunt, who was starting to age up a bit. While such a statement would have been true, Sorrin just didn’t want to see such a lovely day wasted inside. She tried her best to tend to as many of her daily tasks as she could think of, but her desire to go out and play eventually got the best of her.

With a giddy laugh and skipping stride, Sorrin left a brief note for her aunt to read when she woke up before setting out the door. The girl didn’t bother with shoes on this venture, after all she wasn’t interested in nearing any of the rough roads. The meadow she wanted to spend her day in was filled with the softest grass she had ever experienced in her whole life. It was how she imagined running atop the clouds might feel like. Bright colors dotted the landscape as flowers of all different kinds painted a beautiful picture-esque dreamland. Such was a normal day for the young girl; peaceful and happy. 

Few could have predicted just how quickly such normality would change. The village itself wasn’t known for its particularly beautiful women. In fact, the majority of its population were actually much older in years. Most of them had moved away from the bigger cities in order to live out the rest of their years in comfort. Sorrin’s aunt had done the same when she took in the young sprite so that she could have the support system necessary to deal with such a broken child. The whole village had played some part in her recovery, which is why she tried so very hard to make each and every one of them smile. But somehow, they had lost sight of the reality of their world.

While they were not considered desirable for reaping purposes, not one had thought about the possibility of the Drakkan showing up on their doorstep anyway. Apparently, the town closest to their small wonderland had been approved for the Reaping but had not produced enough to meet whatever twisted quota these monsters operated under. Knowing of a few smaller groupings throughout the land, the drakkan Reapers had decided they would at least take a gander on their way back through. Much to their delight and, quite frankly, surprise, the men spotted the youth frolicking about in the meadow on her own.

Of the group of three, only one was sent after her, riding horseback so that she could not flee into hiding. He quickly snagged the girl by the wrist and pulled up until little Sorrin was standing on her tiptoes.

“[color=82ca9d]Ouch, let go! You’re hurting me.[/color]” She whimpered, looking up with teary eyes. Neither her words nor expression were going to change a thing as the man looked her up and down. Everything seemed to check out in his eyes as he maintained his grip on the youngling. 

“[color=gray]Quit squirming, I haven’t got all day. How old are you?[/color] He barked, his eyes all but challenging the Gem girl to lie to him. Not that she would have, she was raised to be honest. But she couldn’t quite understand why he was asking her such a question.

“[color=82ca9d]I-I’m 18 this year. Turned a few months back, what’s going on?[/color]” Sorrin asked, hoping to gather some kind of clarity as to why her day in the meadow was being so rudely interrupted. It wasn’t until then that she noticed several people off in the distance, watching with covered mouths and concerned expressions. The only time she ever saw those looks were when they told stories from long ago. The days when they feared for their lives, the days when they were considered in their prime, the days where any time a man of unspeakable terror could come and carry them away without question.

Slowly her eyes turned back to the man in fear. His grin was something of nightmares, his grip changing into something far more possessive than it had been when he stopped her. As if she weighed absolutely nothing, Sorrin was yanked into the air and settled onto the horse in front of the beastly man.

“[color=gray]Make this easy for the both of us and don’t put up a fight. You’ll need your strength later on.[/color]” The man laughed at his own personal joke, pushing the horse in the direction of the houses. He had her point out her own so that she could gather a few personal belongings and say her goodbyes. Clearly the moment broke her aunt’s heart, but Sorrin couldn’t bear to see her cry. She was a good girl, and she was going to act as one for as long as she could. Maintaining her brave face, Sorrin gave her brightest smile to each and every Gem that lay eyes on her. They had to think she would be okay, otherwise they would be sad, and Sorrin couldn’t stand sadness. 

Within the hour she was returned to a much larger grouping of people or both Gemmenite and Drakkan origin. They tossed her into the back of a wagon with the rest of their stock and continued on their way toward the great barrier between realms; The Spine. Sorrin would know home no longer, though what was to come, she could only imagine.

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The journey had been rough and a lot colder than Sorrin had ever been in her life. She, along with more than a few other girls, huddled together to keep warm. It was comforting being close to so many others, it helped ease the anxiety of not knowing what was to come. But all too soon, even that came to an end as they reached their destination. The setting sun cast terrifying shadows that caused Sorrin to jump at nearly every turn.

Their welcome was harsh, and more of a warning than a welcome. Sorrin found herself unable to take her eyes off of the man giving the speech, fear rooting her to the spot even after he had finished speaking. It took the guards corralling the girls onward for her to finally move, getting tossed into a small room to spend the remainder of the night alone. There was no way she was going to get any sleep in such a room, it was too small and there was nothing in the way of warmth. Turning around, she slammed her fists against the solid door as it was closed in her face.

“[color=82ca9d]Please let me out of here! I don’t like small spaces, at least open the door. Please![/color]” She cried out, banging as if the door would give up and let her out. It didn’t. All she received in response was a stronger thud back, and barking orders to shut up or face the consequences. Morning couldn’t come fast enough.

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At some point Sorrin must have passed out, finding herself unceremoniously awoken by loud banging and the face of a complete stranger. She was instructed to get dressed and gather in the dining hall for what she assumed would be breakfast. The clothes left for her were simple, but not entirely uncomfortable. She was used to wearing whatever was available, and the material was far warmer than what she brought.

Leaving her dirty cloth on the ground of her room, Sorrin quickly exited the space, thankful to be allowed out now. She took her time wandering toward the dining hall, finding herself among a few others who had continuously found themselves turned around. Each time though she corrected course as asked, not wanting to find out what happened if she didn’t. 

Eventually she did make it to the dining hall where loads and loads of food had been left out for their consumption. Many she did not recognize, however that had never stopped the girl before. She would follow her nose on this one.

Plopping down in a chair, Sorrin quickly filled her plate and began stuffing her face with anything she could get her hands on. Some of the dishes were tasty, others not so much, but in her excitement she forgot which ones were which and thus had to fill her plate to figuring it out once again. She was slow to notice the girl sitting somewhat opposite her at the table, but once she did, she found herself unable to look away. 

Her pale complexion mirrored Sorrin’s own, but it was her hair that really caught the young one’s attention. She found herself slightly envious of such a vibrant color, quickly peeking at her own plain locks before looking back. Figuring she shouldn’t forget her manners, Sorrin finished swallowing the large lump of food she had stuffed her mouth with and smiled broadly.

“[color=82ca9d]I’m Sorrin, what’s your name?[/color]” She called across the table to the girl, hoping she would realize who had spoken… After all, it looked like she might have been lost in thought. 

“[color=82ca9d]Isn’t the food tasty?[/color]”

[hider=Summary]
Sorrin is cute and likes to play in meadows. Play time is cut waaaay short, where she in promptly delivered to Shadow Worth and now attempting to make friends with a certain other water Gem while simultaneously stuffing her face.
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