The pathetic bed was, unsurprisingly, a poor one. She tossed and turned the entire night. As the sun shined through the small barred window she realized that not sleeping during the night wasn’t much of a loss. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go or to do. If nothing else she could at least sleep in safety.
She looked over and was surprised to find that Sanse had swapped out for Yvonne. That was… well honestly she should have noticed but she’d stopped paying any attention in Sanse’s direction after the first hour of his glares.
Yvonne was watching her too but at least it was a flat expression instead of outright hostility. “So… What’s the name of this place?” She asked. She was trying to make conversation, sure but she was honestly curious. She still had no clue where she was.
The woman was quiet for a few moments before finally answering “Green Cliff”
“Green Cliff?” Sunset repeated. “I mean. With the forest I get the whole green part. But there’s a cliff?”
“The forest grows on it.” If not for the much needed information Sunset might have been annoyed at her short answers. But now she had at least some info. Which also explained some of their suspicions. Not only had she come out of a dangerous forest alone with blood on her. But it was also a forest on top of a cliff. Not something she could have easily gotten herself to. How in the world was she going to talk her way out of this?
Sunset sighed, trying to make it seem like she was annoyed at Yvonne’s short answers instead of her own situation. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling before soon closing her eyes. She’d have to come up with some sort of explanation for how she got there. Does this world have teleportation? She could say it was part of her banishment or something. Maybe she could tie it to the runes they saw on her finger.
She gently smacked her head on the “pillow” this was going to be annoying. She had some information but any of the other stuff she needed to know would be really suspicious to ask. She sighed again and rolled onto her side. Maybe a nap would help.
But even as she tried to sleep, it wouldn’t come to her. The more she thought about it, the more irritated and angry she got. She didn’t do anything to deserve this. Yeah, she’d been horrible before but she didn’t deserve to be killed. And heck, she literally didn’t do anything in this world.
It was so dumb! Why was she treated like a criminal for doing nothing?! She could feel her anger building as she clenched her hands tight and just thought of escaping. Could they stop her if she just used her magic to create a distraction? Just ran? But… that would only make things worse. She was already being treated like a criminal, the last thing she needed was to BE a criminal even as illegitimate as her incarceration was.
She took a deep breath and with her exhale she relaxed her body. She didn’t want to be angry. It didn’t feel good at all. It was just a lot of frustration and felt like a ball in her gut and throat that made her feel sick.
As she finally put a proper attempt into sleeping she didn’t notice her finger. The red that had appeared during the test was back, and it wasn’t going away.
Maria rubbed her eyes as she put another book to the side. She’d been trying to make sense of what she’d seen on the Sunset girl’s finger. It had reminded her of the demon script but from what little she saw it didn’t make any sense. She'd been trying to figure out something, anything for the past day while Sanse and Yvonn kept an eye on Sunset.
She sighed and looked through another book. This one in particular was actually a demon tome covered in leather with designs. Well. They call them tomes but it was really just a book. They were interesting like that. Mostly it told the tale of demon battles. Tribes amassing power and destroying each other until one stood at the top.
She stopped though.The book had designs and as she rubbed her fingers over them she raised a brow and closed it. As she looked over the cover she saw the runes from Sunset’s finger. Though they were used in different places.
“So, it must be…” She groaned. Someone seemed to have made a curse using the nonsense runes so that someone would be accused of being a demon. Probably some political assassination attempt. With the blood on her clothes… most likely Sunset was far more important than she came off and the curse didn’t have as much of an effect as they had wanted so they took things more directly.
She took a deep breath and stood. This was a tricky situation. A potentially important figure of a new land was currently in their jail with a curse that made her seem like a demon to those without any idea about them. Great. What a headache.