Guts and Sass: The Ocean - 3
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metraylorThe Ocean - 3
Will you live now? Will you be safe?
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"Roverton, hannah. Ex-private-first-class. Five two two, nine eight, six four three one."
Alan glanced across the narrow space at Ashur, who stared at the woman with almost offended disbelief. It had gone on like this for half the morning.
"Aofludi ra inash?" Ashur asked again in rapid Quandil. "Aoflühsho? Edymacai." His voice turned into a sneer. "Ejakalade, Emao. Eganru. Etishylo vemhpat. Duna washæh kiyvy, ehshö." Alan caught one word in six, not concentrating on the questions, but her reaction. She kept her eyes closed, legs drawn up to cover her nakedness, her shoulders against the wall despite her bound wrists, and said nothing. "Taoera cædetidda." Ashur's eyes narrowed, focusing on her intensely. Not even a change in her breathing.
Jovrec still leaned beside the door, an unspeaking presence. Jaw propped in his hand, Alan watched her as Ashur's silence lengthened. The fringe of hair on her forehead tugged at memories of following the herds. The same-unsameness of it picked at him, her hair too dark, her face too round, the humid pressure in the bilge so closed compared to the endless roll of the plains.
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Will you live now? Will you be safe?
~~~
"Roverton, hannah. Ex-private-first-class. Five two two, nine eight, six four three one."
Alan glanced across the narrow space at Ashur, who stared at the woman with almost offended disbelief. It had gone on like this for half the morning.
"Aofludi ra inash?" Ashur asked again in rapid Quandil. "Aoflühsho? Edymacai." His voice turned into a sneer. "Ejakalade, Emao. Eganru. Etishylo vemhpat. Duna washæh kiyvy, ehshö." Alan caught one word in six, not concentrating on the questions, but her reaction. She kept her eyes closed, legs drawn up to cover her nakedness, her shoulders against the wall despite her bound wrists, and said nothing. "Taoera cædetidda." Ashur's eyes narrowed, focusing on her intensely. Not even a change in her breathing.
Jovrec still leaned beside the door, an unspeaking presence. Jaw propped in his hand, Alan watched her as Ashur's silence lengthened. The fringe of hair on her forehead tugged at memories of following the herds. The same-unsameness of it picked at him, her hair too dark, her face too round, the humid pressure in the bilge so closed compared to the endless roll of the plains.
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