Cadwyn could only hear the rush of water, her sight completely blinded by the dark shroud over the tiny cage the hunter had thrown her in. It was made of a crude iron that she could not bend, melt, or burst open with her magic. The small, fluttering glowing blue wisp of light would frantically pulse in growing alarm. She'd been sunning herself on a leaf by the waterfall when the forest became deathly still. Ever the curious creature, she'd flown to investigate, only to be caught mid-air by some cursed net spun of iron that had given her burns, causing the tiny fae to quiver in agony, trepidation, and alarm.
All sense of time had left her, for she did not have the light of the stars, moon, or sun to give her an inkling of the passing hours or what day it be. Tired, hurt, and hungry, she couldn't even lay down on the base of her cage, for the iron itself would seep into her being and kill her in mere seconds. The number of emotions crashing and tumbling within her tiny being made the tiny wisp of light shimmer in a kaleidoscope of colors, each glowing and flaring with her shifting moods.
Where were they taking me? Thoughts would race in her mind, darting left and right barely a few millimeters, anxious on what manner of fate lay before her. Outside, the croak of the froglike Bang Vung jostled the layers of jowls under his wide mouth. He was short and squat, without a discernible nose and large, watery grey eyes. The Bang Vung were known to be skilled trappers and hunters along the Saju River that fed on Falwood to the swamps of the Cortosi shore. Their wares dealt with hard to get commodities that would be useful to Vel Anir mages -- much like the Will-o-Wisp he believed he'd caught today. There were others of course. The sawed-off horn and mercurial blood of a unicorn, the knife ears of elves, the paws of shape-shifting bears. He collected what others would not and sold them for a profit. Today would be a good day at auction at the black market.
All sense of time had left her, for she did not have the light of the stars, moon, or sun to give her an inkling of the passing hours or what day it be. Tired, hurt, and hungry, she couldn't even lay down on the base of her cage, for the iron itself would seep into her being and kill her in mere seconds. The number of emotions crashing and tumbling within her tiny being made the tiny wisp of light shimmer in a kaleidoscope of colors, each glowing and flaring with her shifting moods.
Where were they taking me? Thoughts would race in her mind, darting left and right barely a few millimeters, anxious on what manner of fate lay before her. Outside, the croak of the froglike Bang Vung jostled the layers of jowls under his wide mouth. He was short and squat, without a discernible nose and large, watery grey eyes. The Bang Vung were known to be skilled trappers and hunters along the Saju River that fed on Falwood to the swamps of the Cortosi shore. Their wares dealt with hard to get commodities that would be useful to Vel Anir mages -- much like the Will-o-Wisp he believed he'd caught today. There were others of course. The sawed-off horn and mercurial blood of a unicorn, the knife ears of elves, the paws of shape-shifting bears. He collected what others would not and sold them for a profit. Today would be a good day at auction at the black market.