She never fully understood why, nor why it was happening. She heard the whispers, but couldn’t make anything out. No intel on why she was being kept, or what they planned to do with her. Everything happened so fast, the Priestess shut down. She remained void of expression most of the time, barely spoke and refused to eat. With her condition, it was a dangerous thing. She was already such a fragile creature.
The only hint she got, was the subtle mention of her Mother’s name. That, in itself caused her stomach to twist and turn and there was times she feared she would vomit from the stress. Her hands began to bruise due to the constant fidgeting as she waited, pulled here and there to places she had never been. She recognized one woman, Celestine; whom her Uncle had spoken about before but this “Mr. Blaque” was completely foreign to her. She averted any sort of physical contact, cowered and even at times wept. Sometimes, she wasn’t completely sure why she wept. Be it the fear of the unknown or the constant stress her mind was placed under.
What could she have possibly done to deserve any of this. Taken from her home in Silvermoon and her duties as a Priestess to be held with little to no breathing room.
“I want to go home..”
Was the only thing anyone managed to get out of her, and other than that she remained silent with a thousand mile stare into nowhere. Her white dress speckled with stains and dirt, torn at the bottom and hair a mess. This was a traumatizing situation for the fragile Priestess.
And at times, It seemed she might just… wither away.