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Bride of Gwillim[@Tracyarmav] and  Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst]
Interacting with Gwillim [@Tracyarmav] and  Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst][/center]

Hestia did not move or make a sound as Scyr took care of her.  The whole experience of her Reaping had simply been too much on a fragile soul who had experienced no more than abuse at the hands of the man who should have been her father.  She did not stir until Gwillim lifted her from the bed.  She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she felt the bed fall away from her.  When he laid her down she clung closer still until eventually, her arms softened at the feeling of the new bed against her back.  She lay quiet again, the cool cloth against her forehead causing her to fall back into her fainting slumber.

It was not but an hour later that she jerked awake.  As she sat up the cloth fell from her forehead and panic riddled her body.  She shook and her limbs barely did what she demanded of them.  She had fallen asleep at the mill.  She was sure of it.  Hestia was going to receive a beating for sure.  She could already feel the leather against her back.  The heat of the poker.  The heat of his breath and the wet of his saliva as he screamed.  Maybe if she got up quickly enough she could get back to work before Oldyn came for her.  But.. what if he had already seen?  What if he had something planned for her when she came back inside?  Hestia choked back sobs as she removed herself from the bed.  The clothing on her body was strange but she paid it no mind.  Her fear had taken over her.

Falling to the floor, she slammed into it.  It knocked the wind from her for a moment but the tears still spilt freely down her face as she curled up, struggling for breath.  After a moment or two, she was able to push herself up and she moved toward the door.  Desperate hands fumbled against the knob.  She couldn't breathe.  She was going to be beaten for sure.  She had to hurry.  Finally, the door opened and she fumbled her way down the hall, attempting to be as quiet as possible.  She felt light-headed as she held her breath to avoid any more sounds of tears.
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'Please...  Please don't let him know.  I promise.  I'll be good.  Please, I'll be better.  I won't do it again.  Just, please.  [b]Please![/b]'[/i][/color] her mind screamed as she used the wall to support herself while she approached a staircase.


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The sudden movement from one bed to another causes her to cling to Gwillim.  Once she awakens she thinks that she is going to be beat by the man who 'cared' for her since birth.  She attempts to get back to work at the mill, thinking she had fallen asleep there.
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