[center][h3][color=lightblue]Cilia Cosgair[/color][/h3]

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Cilia listened intently to what people were saying and watching their body language. She had learned that how people moved tells you more than their words many time. She knew when someone was going to try to hurt someone long before the arm moved to strike. What struck her was how different they were and how much alike. Each of them was carrying some badge of shame from the past and it was defining them. No matter how much she learned from her dogs that what happened in the past does not mater, you learn from it and move on. She found it hard to live that way. 

Fegus was a noble and after cracking his head on the rock,he was human. She doubted that he would bring charges against her. But she didn't find his humor as funny as he did. She decided money wasn't as important to him as was his pride and sense of duty. It had taken a while to think that maybe he had a hard time with emotional women worried about things that were not important to him at the time. She would have seemed flighty. But being around a Barrister was a scary thing. Many street people had lost hands or heads due to these encounters. This one wasn't that scarry, he made it clear that he didn't want to be mothered either. 

Snow was two people at the same time. There was the Snow she knew - kind, compassionate, generous, forgiving, and protective. This was the one who helped her get the clothes on her back. Then there was the ridged Snow, the one that keeled before them to tell his story. This is the Snow she saw when he was teaching young women to defend themselves and boys that had the makings to be guards. This was the Snow that went to save people from the evils of the world, that carried a body back that had been killed. Cilia had been on the receiving end of his sternness once for going into a burned warehouse that was still smoking, after he had told her not to. In her eyes' Snow's life had been far from boring at his temple. He was always doing things and some of it was fairly heroic. She did not know much about battling spirits. She was amazed to hear that he did not like people telling him what to do. But, it made it clearer the number of times that he suggested to people they make a different choice rather than a harsh don't do that. She would have to listen to that differently when he said that to her. 

Axley was one that did not like to much physical touch. Axley would let you touch her arm or hand. She had given little children at the temple hugs when they were crying, then quietly sing for them. She also knew the Crawford name from her childhood. She had heard stories about a merchant that came to the port to pickup goods and enjoy himself. But they were stories of her childhood at the brothel and they were all jumbled up in her head. Spending the time straightening them out and sharing them with Axley would not serve any good, she thought. It wouldn't bee good for her either. She was trying to remember the merchant that attacked her and left her for dead. It was not a good first experience and is large part of the reason that Cilia tries to stay busy and care for people. The thought that maybe she and Axley might even be half-sisters or cousins entered her mind. She had guessed that Axley knew the streets or poverty because she was around Snow and his flock. But she was determined and was overcoming the obstacles of life. She had talent that let her rise up. Her father was right in teaching her music as it gave her options.

She pulled her knees up and hugged them letting her hair fall around her like a shield. The nightmare of being raped would come again and she would have to fight it.