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[h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]
[sub]Bride of [color=crimson]Heccarim[/color] [@ClocktowerEchos]; Sister-Bride to [color=9bd9e3]Arden[/color] [@Pupperr][/sub]
[sub]Interacting with [color=crimson]Heccarim[/color] and [color=9bd9e3]Arden[/color][/sub]
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The young blonde was quick to calm as she felt Arden’s presence draw nearer, a comforting hand pressing into her back easing her sobs into mere hiccups. Sorrin attempted to clean her face up a bit with the hem of her skirt, but the red eyes and flushed facial features were not so quick to dissipate. She exhaled slowly, trying to acclimate to the rolling motions of the vessel but to no avail. It would seem the girl would develop little love for the sea.

So completely lost in her thoughts, Sorrin was deaf to the rustling sounds that drove Arden closer to her. It wasn’t until the ground around them was enveloped in shadow that Sorrin turned her head up at the man she had pushed past. The warden descended upon the two girls with collars and chains, removing the old ones with ease to make room for the new ones. Arden was tossed rather roughly against the wall opposite her, the thud loud enough for even Sorrin’s ears to register. She squirmed a bit within the man’s grasp, squeezing her eyes shut in preparation for the impact she thought was to come.

Her attachment to the wall was far from gentle but she didn’t feel as if she had been tossed as recklessly as her sister-bride had been. Perhaps her earlier sickness had been enough to earn her some pity for the time being… Sorrin’s ears perked up as the food was mentioned, the pale girl sighing audibly with relief as the man said the meat was not for their consumption.

As a new platter of food was carried in from another room, Sorrin fought with the urge to mess with the collar around her neck. Something about it was driving her insane, the material scratchy and uncomfortable on her delicate skin. She turned her eyes to the platter as it was set down between her and Arden, the warden stepping up to chain their hands to handles on the sides. For a few moments she looked onward with confusion, lacking any clue as to what the purpose of the chain served. Thoughts of the plate sliding away or a measure to keep either girl from eating too much played through her head, but it wasn’t until a particularly rough wave hit the boat that she started to glean an idea.

The sudden motion of the boat tossed Sorrin over, she could feel the inside of her new collar digging into her neck. She yelped with alarm, a hand shooting up to tug at the device with panic. Sorrin pricked the tips of a few of her fingers as she attempted to wrap them around the collar, swiftly giving up her efforts as small domes of blood broke the surface of her skin.

“[color=crimson]Your naivete is… unwelcomed Sorrin. But I sippose your enthusiasm is something worthwhile. Arden however, what about you? Are you so willing?[/color]” The man spoke up, Sorrin’s face falling further as he addressed her.

She couldn’t grasp what it was that she might have said wrong, but clearly she had displeased the man greatly. Her mind flashed back to all the times people at home had referred to her as naive. They had never bore her any hostility, at least as far as she knew,  but she had eventually learned that each one of those people had been making fun of her to her face. She never spoke up about it, instead continuing to smile and pretend like she hadn’t noticed. After all, it gave her the illusion of having friends.

Moving slowly, Sorrin collected a few items and set them down in front of her on the floor before pushing the platter closer towards Arden. She didn’t speak anymore words, simply exhaling a sigh before picking at what little she did select. 

Sorrin spent the remainder of the journey with her head down, continuing to push the food close to Arden while rejecting her ‘turn’. Despite moving slowly, she could feel the tiny beads of liquid bubble to the surface as the collar made their mark on her neck. She began to realize that it was designed in such a way where injury was inevitable but death would only be granted by the person who placed it in the first place; a cruel device to say the least.

While she couldn’t understand the purpose of such antics, Sorrin didn’t dwell on it for too long. The man didn’t seem pressed to get a reaction out of either of them, maintaining his statuesque position in the room… Watching them all the while. A few hours went by in this state before something in the air shifted, Sorrin raising her nose curiously in an attempt to figure it out.

The air seemed to get thicker as they approached their destination, becoming more oppressive the closer they got. Sorrin could tell from the sounds that they were getting closer to a landmass which should have excited the girl more than it did, instead the weight of the atmosphere filled her with a great deal of dread. With her neck bound and body chained to the wall as she was, there was no telling what it was they were approaching.

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Sorrin gets and ouchy, but keeps pushing food toward Arden anyway. A few hours of this go by before it feels like they are getting close to something… Whatever the something is, she is not a fan of it.
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