[center][color=6B4D8A][h2][u] Ysilla Al-Nader [/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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[i]Silent and still as the grave.[/i]

That was an idiom Ysilla heard from a Torragon merchant. He meant it in a jest towards her for how long she had been browsing his wares and yet uttering not a single word. He may have teased her about a corpse but she finally understood possibly where that expression came from. At least she wanted to believe something like this could be the story behind it. 

[i]Silent and still lest you become the grave.[/i] 

Though it was a touch contrived in her opinion, it made the expression fun. Silent and still, in spite of the shaking legs, Ysilla did not budge from her spot. Although when considering what was just within a stone's throw from them and coming closer, she was unsure if her legs were shaking from the draw of magic or her own nerves. Her face would say no but the flittering of her stomach seemed to compel her to want to do something.

She turned her head to glance at her companions. They had all steeled their nerves up to this point but the point of looking around was to focus on two people in particular: Ayla and her sister. She had two puppets and decided then if she heard the wyrm surface, she'd repel each to impact those two in particular to at least give them a chance to evade being swallowed whole. It would take a fast draw but she was confident she could do it. No regrets.

Ever closer the wyrm approached and Ysilla's mark would be the moment it tried to surface to act. It never did.

The beast shifted course towards their bait and Ysilla relaxed, closing her eyes and slowing exhaling her held breath through her nose. She was quite as ecstatic as the others and found herself to be more deflated. The exhaustion of being edge had taken the last bit of stamina she had and would appreciate a much needed rest. Thankfully the gates were not far. 

...

Ysilla had wondered what awaited them behind the gates. She had her own imagination and it was fairly close to accurate. The various states of decrepit young life seemed like a tragedy. She wondered what life was like here, glancing around ignoring the showmanship of her sister. It was the call of a young girl that did get her attention. Her gaze shifted and studied the little one with a passive face as she poured out everything on her mind at once.

The witch bent down, bringing her face level with the girl's. [color=6B4D8A]"May I see your hat?"[/color] She asked cracking a small smile. Curious that the girl would focus on Ysilla's hat first. It was the first thing she probably thought of when she saw her enter the gates. She must be so proud of her own pretty neat hat so naturally, Ysilla must return the compliment.

Before she could get a satisfying resolution, a pistol shot would ring out and interrupt them. Why the interruption? She did not know and trying to turn back to the girl, she'd see her shooed off. This grated the puppet witch, her eyes narrowing at the one that scolded her new friend away. She continued to watch that one even with Tavio delivering uninteresting excuses. 

Ysilla remained quiet for the rest of the night. She was busy surveying the details of the enclosure and wondering how the days looked like. She would have liked to stay here a few days, quietly watching to see how they lived. For now, she would take her bath and enjoy the rest.