Post by Maya on Jun 23, 2015 20:02:16 GMT -5
Having chosen to remain in the stability of the solid chair than test her own luck on her wobbly two feet Maya pushed herself towards in door on the wheeled chair. Its movements were fluid across the wooden floors, back peddling while seated she closed the gap across the room with once great push of her feet allowing her to coast most of the way. Coming to a rough bumpy stop she groaned lowly at the dull pain that radiated from her backside, though her movements were limited and slow as possible the activeness of her body created to much stress on her person. Fighting off the waking pain she rolled the door knob over in her hand till it swung out and away from her revealing the dimly light hallway that had been hidden all along.
In a crawl of movement Maya poked her head out from the doorway giving her a better idea of where she was located within the building. Stretching down on her right side was a long corridor which was lined with other doors of similar structure as the one she had just emerged from. Eventually the hallway took a sharp left leaving a stout window whose purple drapes blocked out most of the light from the sun. While it would have been interesting to see what else lay down the mysterious turn it was not the direction from which the sounds still echoed from, the booming thuds still shaking the building ever so softly but enough to take notice of.
Long bands of greyed hair flopped to one side of her face as she turned to face the other direction of the hallway, it was nearly as identical as the other half even the windows seemed to be of the same design. Either path would most likely lead to the same direction but Maya thought it best to trace the sounds source and then go from there, after all she knew not of what else might reside within these walls. So far it appeared the building or at least the old man himself was of a medical nature, a clinic perhaps? From the absence of others the building seemed far to understaffed to be a hospital, even a clinic was a stretch at this point.
Swiveling around in the wooden chair once again Maya pushed herself free of the caged room she had spent so many days in, it was freeing to be released from such a sense of imprisonment even though she had technically never been jailed. Short, quick spurts from her legs carried her down the hallway, a slow constant click traveled in her wake with the small, hardly noticeable differences in floor height, the rhythm was only broken when her movement ceased between shoves. Riding down the corridor her eyes wandered back and forth across the various rooms she passed, each one looking just as similar as the last yet something held them apart from one another. It wasn't by sight alone that Maya sensed the difference but the smells that wafted from the individuals doors; some carried a sweet scent of berries while others caused her nose to wrinkle with a chemical haze, and others, others seemed as though her nose had grown blind. Moving parallel from each of the rooms she was greeted each time by a strange scent that was different than the last, by the time the chair bumped into the wall where the window rested she had grown dizzy from the combined haze of scents mashing against her nostrils.
Head spinning Maya rested her eyes for a few minutes, with all the resting she had gained over the last weeks she would have thought her body well and ready to go for some time before needing to take another rest but with all the exploration she had been doing it was quickly draining whatever strength she had recovered. A mixture between fatigue and the fumes from the rooms had quickly become more than her weakened body could handle; thoughts struggling to keep themselves active as Maya soon faded into sleep.
It was a deepened thud, the shaking of the portraits that clung to the nearby walls that awoke Maya with a sharp inhale of air. Fluttering eyes awoke to the hallway where she had faded from conscience, still sitting where she had from before Maya pushed herself upright glancing down the hallway from which she had come from. Hardly a thing had changed from her recollection, more light shown through the far off drapes adding a light purple hue to the light that tired to penetrate the glass. She hadn't been out long, her body still blistered with dull racks of pain and while she was ready to travel forward once more she didn't very well know if this frail form of hers was willing to corporate with her desires.
Stretching the stiff muscles that lay in her arms Maya took the brief moment to listen to the world around her, no longer could she hear the not so distant thuds in their rhythmic beat. The most recent which woke her from her dazed state seemed to have been last one, there was no old man... and whatever it was he spoke to. On one hand no longer would she have to sit and listen to the pounding which racked her mind constantly but on the other she now had no idea where it was she could locate the man. She could go back to her room, travel through the haze of scents that filled the point between here and her door but another round with that and she would faint even before she made it halfway back. No, the only option was to continue forward and hopefully find that which she was searching for.
Barley thirty feet had been covered, if she took into account the distance it took to leave the room and a glance down the connecting hallway there was at least another ten to go before the hallway was separated by a closed door. Unlike the hall which she had first come from this one was much shorter with multiple windows across its outside wall, no doors could be seen other than the far one at its end. Maya felt some sense of weakness or more of shame being in such a condition that her main mode of transportation was a old wooden chair, had it not been for the wheels which glided her so gracefully over the floor she wouldn't even had made it this far. Taking whatever pride which still laid within her Maya scooted down the hall her eyes following the small paintings that appeared on her sides. They were strange to her eyes, she had never seen an actual painted picture before other than in pictures from many years ago, long before she was so much as a thought; simple yet they held an rustic beauty to them. Each one was of an oil construct such ones where hard to come around now a days with modern projection technologies old paintings were only seen in homes of those which could appreciate finer tastes and afford them as well.
So caught up in viewing the colorful paintings Maya didn't even notice the closed door till the back of the chair bumped into its face, bobbing forward a slice of pain shot through her chest leaving her a gasping mess for a moment. With all her activities her injuries seemed to have come more aware of her actions making them all the more sensitive than before; she would have to be more careful in the future if she wished to avoid more occurrences. Hand placed above her chest Maya steadied herself with a few deep breaths of air, focusing on something slow and even seemed to be the only thing that could take the sharp pain away from her. Straightening upright in the chair Maya spun around swiftly yet with an air of caution not to unnecessarily smack into anything else. Face to face with the door she took a hold of the door knob and with a easy push it creaked on its old brass hinges.
Light burst into her face at levels which caused her to wince back into the shadows of the hallway. Having to shield her eyes with her hands Maya slowly peeked through the gaps in her fingers into the radiating light in her face. Adjusting to the new levels of light she began to make out the newest room, it was larger than the others she had come across and heavily filled with windows along its walls. Unlike the rest Maya could tell from the start it was the kitchen, or a kitchen; so far the building had proved itself to be on the larger side with its long hallways and changes in theme, for all she knew this place was a mansion with a multitude of kitchens... of course the lack of staff to cater to the owners whims was lacking. The room was defiantly on the higher end of things from as much as Maya had seen of the house, pure silver cutlery, spotless pots and pans made from brass and the numerous fire stoves and counter tops. The whole building felt off to Maya, it reminded her too much of the palace yet it did not nearly have the amount of people inside nor the aura of royalty about. Of course it was the hint of spices and fresh bread that caught Maya's full attention for the first in as long as she could think back to a feeling of... pain... no that wasn't right. Like a rubble her lower abdomen began to twitch slightly as if something inside her was trying to get her attention, the feeling didn't last to long as voice called to her attention.
"Well, well... Who do we have here?"
The sudden slurry voice called to her.
Eyes tracing around the room Maya followed the source of the sound till she fell upon a young woman or at least... what one might consider a woman in these foreign lands.
Maya wasn't sure what to make of what stood across the room from her, light storming in from all angles gave the woman a strange aura to her body however it might have been the fact that a large pair of horns stuck through a metal plate on the woman's forehead. Maya herself had seen many different types of people in her time of existence however something as bazaar as this was far beyond what she could have- would have considered normal. Stuck in a state of awe and confusion Maya embrace the longing silence between them as she examined the woman closer; it wasn't just the odd set of protruding horns that caused Maya to stare, there was much more about her that made her stick out from the rest. A fine scar could be seen traced across her face from one side of her jaw to the other though for one reason or another black tread clung to her flesh sealing the wound, or at least a portion of it for her lips where still able to move about freely. It was an odd wound even odder by the fact that while Maya looked over the woman's slender, curved shaped frame she took notice of something, more of that lack of something, no scars, no marks, no signs of defensive wounds, whatever happened to this woman she was defenseless at the time.
Her appearance a side from her face was very humanoid, had she only ever saw the woman's body Maya wouldn't have thought much past it but her face was like a construct from a Hollywood set, strange bone like structure clinging to the side of her head running along the side of her head till they roped under a pair of knife ears, long and pointy at their tip. While the whole scene of her face was an foreign construct it was the metal plate which covered the right side of her face that Maya found the oddest, for what reason was it placed there; had an eye been lost, surely an eye patch would have been a simpler solution than a hindering slab of metal.
Aside from the face attachments that took up a large portion of her face Maya could not say the woman was ugly, what little that was shown of her facial construct was smooth and mostly flawless skin; whatever she looked like before was worlds away from what she appeared like now. For some reason or another Maya felt a sense of deja vu as she locked glances with the woman, the look in her eyes reminded Maya very much of Akassa, a sense of determination behind the eyes but for the split second that it could have been seen it quickly vanished.
"It's alright to stare. Do you like what you see?"
She spoke once more through the crippling silence, as her thin pale fingers ran down her curvy waist stopping as they touched the brim of the frilly skirt she wore. Maya was unsure of what to say if anything at all, what could she make of such a person as this, more however she had no idea who this person was or what they were even doing here for all she knew this woman was a thief of sorts.
Eye brow perking upwards the woman look became quizzical towards Maya, of course at this point she would think Maya a mute or at least partly crazed with the mannerism in which she had used to move around the house. A slight shrug of the shoulders the woman began to move across the room, her long legs gave her a rather wide gait as she closed the distance between them rather quickly, the sound of her clicking soft leather laced shoes followed her movements. Maya gaze rose with the woman's approach till she was towering over her, Maya had not thought much about it before but even standing the woman was at least a head taller than herself; she wasn't bulky but slender with long pale limbs which made her movements seem almost... haunting yet graceful. Coming down onto one knee they were finally face to face as the woman rose her hand towards Maya's face; a normal reaction would have been to yank away, even slap the woman's hand from her face but Maya sat still. Either the woman meant harm or she did not either way what sort of defense could she manage to form in her current state with her various injuries. Fortunately Maya seemed to be in no danger at least from the woman as the back of her hand pressed lightly against Maya's forehead, it was something she had seen before though for what purpose Maya did not know.
"Hmm... Well that's good, no fever. No infection but you still look weak. Poor little thing, I wasn't sure if you were going to make it."
Her cooing voice pushed through her puckered lips as it echoed through Maya's head making her mind spin slightly, like a light misty it became some what harder to keep her focus.
"Oh sorry about that."
The woman drew her hand back from Maya's face which dissipated the foggy feeling within. Recoiling back into the chair Maya's eyes filled with confusion towards the woman and what had just happened.
"That happens some times."
She giggled slightly with a small streak of flush filling her cheeks leaving Maya all the more confused than she had been priory. Leaning in closer Maya could feeling the warm breath of the woman as her breath began to grow heavier.
"It's just that. You're so tiny and helpless with those tight bandages on... I just wanna hold you... and make you all better and then-"
"Oi! What I tell ye bout messing with da patients woman!"
Wide eyed Maya jerked back into the chair with a stiff of pain as the old man from before now stood in the opening of door to the outside, arm flipping out and away from him something small zoomed across the room and struck the woman in the back of the head with a dull thud. Head whipping about to face the man a non-human hiss parted her lips as they curled back with anger. Having no sense of what was going on and in to much pain to care Maya pulled herself as far back it to the chair to avoid any cross fire that might come between the two of them.
"Ye damn bitch! Get ye arse back to making supper!"
The old man flailed his arm around in a wild manner as he pointed towards the stove which supported a few brass pots.
"I was only playing."
The woman hunched her shoulder sadly at his raised voice.
"I know tha way ye play! Nothi' good be comin' from it!"
With one final wave of his arm the woman backed down from her position, scuttling with a drooped head she walked back over to the stove and went to work on a meal leaving Maya awe struck at what had just befell here. Eyes darting from the woman to the old Maya she wasn't sure who to keep an eye on, while the old man seemed to be in charge around here Maya felt as though in a second that woman could turn into a beast.
"... What is going on here?"
Turning around from the stove top the woman face lights from the gloom it had smeared across it before.
"I knew you could talk!"
"Woman. Supper. NOW."
The old man huffed with anger as his face turned a shade of red from his raised voice; Maya had never seen the man in such a state before usually his demeanor was calm, a elderly kind of nurturing to it, now it seemed as though all of that had been thrown out the window at a moments notice. Light hissing came from the woman as she turned around to the stove once again as the old man pinched the bridge of his nose, a stiff sigh left his mouth as the light color of his skin returned. Cane tapping across the wooden floor he was soon at Maya's side looking her over closely, most likely checking her condition.
"Hmm... color returned to ye face, tis good. No fever I assume."
"No... what is going on here?"
"Always straight to tha point ey? "I'ght, 'ight. Everything 'ill be explained by tha governor in time. Lets feed ya and clean ya up."
Maya was going to protest but from the stern look in the old mans eyes she sighed pushing the idea away, she was in no condition to go toe to toe with this old man even if it was who could yell the loudest.
"Oh! I can clean her right up!"
The woman called out from the stove with a squeak in her voice making the old man sigh out with discontent. Whatever relationship these to had for one another was beyond anything Maya could understand, they seemed at wits each with the other, ready to pounce when the moment arose... but whoever, or whatever this governor person perhaps he was the one with real control round here; regardless whatever questions she had wasn't going to be answered right now. Nodding her head slowly Maya agreed with the elderly man, the idea of food had never been one to call her attention but now the smells alone were making her mouth grow heavy with saliva.
"Good lass."
He spoke quietly as he took a hold of the crude means of transport that Maya had commandeered from her room, twisting it about he pushed Maya over to the nearby table. The size of the old oak frame looked as though dozens of people could have sat comfortable at its side with plenty of room to spare; for what reason Maya could have only guessed many people lived here or at least came by often enough for it to be used.
In a crawl of movement Maya poked her head out from the doorway giving her a better idea of where she was located within the building. Stretching down on her right side was a long corridor which was lined with other doors of similar structure as the one she had just emerged from. Eventually the hallway took a sharp left leaving a stout window whose purple drapes blocked out most of the light from the sun. While it would have been interesting to see what else lay down the mysterious turn it was not the direction from which the sounds still echoed from, the booming thuds still shaking the building ever so softly but enough to take notice of.
Long bands of greyed hair flopped to one side of her face as she turned to face the other direction of the hallway, it was nearly as identical as the other half even the windows seemed to be of the same design. Either path would most likely lead to the same direction but Maya thought it best to trace the sounds source and then go from there, after all she knew not of what else might reside within these walls. So far it appeared the building or at least the old man himself was of a medical nature, a clinic perhaps? From the absence of others the building seemed far to understaffed to be a hospital, even a clinic was a stretch at this point.
Swiveling around in the wooden chair once again Maya pushed herself free of the caged room she had spent so many days in, it was freeing to be released from such a sense of imprisonment even though she had technically never been jailed. Short, quick spurts from her legs carried her down the hallway, a slow constant click traveled in her wake with the small, hardly noticeable differences in floor height, the rhythm was only broken when her movement ceased between shoves. Riding down the corridor her eyes wandered back and forth across the various rooms she passed, each one looking just as similar as the last yet something held them apart from one another. It wasn't by sight alone that Maya sensed the difference but the smells that wafted from the individuals doors; some carried a sweet scent of berries while others caused her nose to wrinkle with a chemical haze, and others, others seemed as though her nose had grown blind. Moving parallel from each of the rooms she was greeted each time by a strange scent that was different than the last, by the time the chair bumped into the wall where the window rested she had grown dizzy from the combined haze of scents mashing against her nostrils.
Head spinning Maya rested her eyes for a few minutes, with all the resting she had gained over the last weeks she would have thought her body well and ready to go for some time before needing to take another rest but with all the exploration she had been doing it was quickly draining whatever strength she had recovered. A mixture between fatigue and the fumes from the rooms had quickly become more than her weakened body could handle; thoughts struggling to keep themselves active as Maya soon faded into sleep.
It was a deepened thud, the shaking of the portraits that clung to the nearby walls that awoke Maya with a sharp inhale of air. Fluttering eyes awoke to the hallway where she had faded from conscience, still sitting where she had from before Maya pushed herself upright glancing down the hallway from which she had come from. Hardly a thing had changed from her recollection, more light shown through the far off drapes adding a light purple hue to the light that tired to penetrate the glass. She hadn't been out long, her body still blistered with dull racks of pain and while she was ready to travel forward once more she didn't very well know if this frail form of hers was willing to corporate with her desires.
Stretching the stiff muscles that lay in her arms Maya took the brief moment to listen to the world around her, no longer could she hear the not so distant thuds in their rhythmic beat. The most recent which woke her from her dazed state seemed to have been last one, there was no old man... and whatever it was he spoke to. On one hand no longer would she have to sit and listen to the pounding which racked her mind constantly but on the other she now had no idea where it was she could locate the man. She could go back to her room, travel through the haze of scents that filled the point between here and her door but another round with that and she would faint even before she made it halfway back. No, the only option was to continue forward and hopefully find that which she was searching for.
Barley thirty feet had been covered, if she took into account the distance it took to leave the room and a glance down the connecting hallway there was at least another ten to go before the hallway was separated by a closed door. Unlike the hall which she had first come from this one was much shorter with multiple windows across its outside wall, no doors could be seen other than the far one at its end. Maya felt some sense of weakness or more of shame being in such a condition that her main mode of transportation was a old wooden chair, had it not been for the wheels which glided her so gracefully over the floor she wouldn't even had made it this far. Taking whatever pride which still laid within her Maya scooted down the hall her eyes following the small paintings that appeared on her sides. They were strange to her eyes, she had never seen an actual painted picture before other than in pictures from many years ago, long before she was so much as a thought; simple yet they held an rustic beauty to them. Each one was of an oil construct such ones where hard to come around now a days with modern projection technologies old paintings were only seen in homes of those which could appreciate finer tastes and afford them as well.
So caught up in viewing the colorful paintings Maya didn't even notice the closed door till the back of the chair bumped into its face, bobbing forward a slice of pain shot through her chest leaving her a gasping mess for a moment. With all her activities her injuries seemed to have come more aware of her actions making them all the more sensitive than before; she would have to be more careful in the future if she wished to avoid more occurrences. Hand placed above her chest Maya steadied herself with a few deep breaths of air, focusing on something slow and even seemed to be the only thing that could take the sharp pain away from her. Straightening upright in the chair Maya spun around swiftly yet with an air of caution not to unnecessarily smack into anything else. Face to face with the door she took a hold of the door knob and with a easy push it creaked on its old brass hinges.
Light burst into her face at levels which caused her to wince back into the shadows of the hallway. Having to shield her eyes with her hands Maya slowly peeked through the gaps in her fingers into the radiating light in her face. Adjusting to the new levels of light she began to make out the newest room, it was larger than the others she had come across and heavily filled with windows along its walls. Unlike the rest Maya could tell from the start it was the kitchen, or a kitchen; so far the building had proved itself to be on the larger side with its long hallways and changes in theme, for all she knew this place was a mansion with a multitude of kitchens... of course the lack of staff to cater to the owners whims was lacking. The room was defiantly on the higher end of things from as much as Maya had seen of the house, pure silver cutlery, spotless pots and pans made from brass and the numerous fire stoves and counter tops. The whole building felt off to Maya, it reminded her too much of the palace yet it did not nearly have the amount of people inside nor the aura of royalty about. Of course it was the hint of spices and fresh bread that caught Maya's full attention for the first in as long as she could think back to a feeling of... pain... no that wasn't right. Like a rubble her lower abdomen began to twitch slightly as if something inside her was trying to get her attention, the feeling didn't last to long as voice called to her attention.
"Well, well... Who do we have here?"
The sudden slurry voice called to her.
Eyes tracing around the room Maya followed the source of the sound till she fell upon a young woman or at least... what one might consider a woman in these foreign lands.
Maya wasn't sure what to make of what stood across the room from her, light storming in from all angles gave the woman a strange aura to her body however it might have been the fact that a large pair of horns stuck through a metal plate on the woman's forehead. Maya herself had seen many different types of people in her time of existence however something as bazaar as this was far beyond what she could have- would have considered normal. Stuck in a state of awe and confusion Maya embrace the longing silence between them as she examined the woman closer; it wasn't just the odd set of protruding horns that caused Maya to stare, there was much more about her that made her stick out from the rest. A fine scar could be seen traced across her face from one side of her jaw to the other though for one reason or another black tread clung to her flesh sealing the wound, or at least a portion of it for her lips where still able to move about freely. It was an odd wound even odder by the fact that while Maya looked over the woman's slender, curved shaped frame she took notice of something, more of that lack of something, no scars, no marks, no signs of defensive wounds, whatever happened to this woman she was defenseless at the time.
Her appearance a side from her face was very humanoid, had she only ever saw the woman's body Maya wouldn't have thought much past it but her face was like a construct from a Hollywood set, strange bone like structure clinging to the side of her head running along the side of her head till they roped under a pair of knife ears, long and pointy at their tip. While the whole scene of her face was an foreign construct it was the metal plate which covered the right side of her face that Maya found the oddest, for what reason was it placed there; had an eye been lost, surely an eye patch would have been a simpler solution than a hindering slab of metal.
Aside from the face attachments that took up a large portion of her face Maya could not say the woman was ugly, what little that was shown of her facial construct was smooth and mostly flawless skin; whatever she looked like before was worlds away from what she appeared like now. For some reason or another Maya felt a sense of deja vu as she locked glances with the woman, the look in her eyes reminded Maya very much of Akassa, a sense of determination behind the eyes but for the split second that it could have been seen it quickly vanished.
"It's alright to stare. Do you like what you see?"
She spoke once more through the crippling silence, as her thin pale fingers ran down her curvy waist stopping as they touched the brim of the frilly skirt she wore. Maya was unsure of what to say if anything at all, what could she make of such a person as this, more however she had no idea who this person was or what they were even doing here for all she knew this woman was a thief of sorts.
Eye brow perking upwards the woman look became quizzical towards Maya, of course at this point she would think Maya a mute or at least partly crazed with the mannerism in which she had used to move around the house. A slight shrug of the shoulders the woman began to move across the room, her long legs gave her a rather wide gait as she closed the distance between them rather quickly, the sound of her clicking soft leather laced shoes followed her movements. Maya gaze rose with the woman's approach till she was towering over her, Maya had not thought much about it before but even standing the woman was at least a head taller than herself; she wasn't bulky but slender with long pale limbs which made her movements seem almost... haunting yet graceful. Coming down onto one knee they were finally face to face as the woman rose her hand towards Maya's face; a normal reaction would have been to yank away, even slap the woman's hand from her face but Maya sat still. Either the woman meant harm or she did not either way what sort of defense could she manage to form in her current state with her various injuries. Fortunately Maya seemed to be in no danger at least from the woman as the back of her hand pressed lightly against Maya's forehead, it was something she had seen before though for what purpose Maya did not know.
"Hmm... Well that's good, no fever. No infection but you still look weak. Poor little thing, I wasn't sure if you were going to make it."
Her cooing voice pushed through her puckered lips as it echoed through Maya's head making her mind spin slightly, like a light misty it became some what harder to keep her focus.
"Oh sorry about that."
The woman drew her hand back from Maya's face which dissipated the foggy feeling within. Recoiling back into the chair Maya's eyes filled with confusion towards the woman and what had just happened.
"That happens some times."
She giggled slightly with a small streak of flush filling her cheeks leaving Maya all the more confused than she had been priory. Leaning in closer Maya could feeling the warm breath of the woman as her breath began to grow heavier.
"It's just that. You're so tiny and helpless with those tight bandages on... I just wanna hold you... and make you all better and then-"
"Oi! What I tell ye bout messing with da patients woman!"
Wide eyed Maya jerked back into the chair with a stiff of pain as the old man from before now stood in the opening of door to the outside, arm flipping out and away from him something small zoomed across the room and struck the woman in the back of the head with a dull thud. Head whipping about to face the man a non-human hiss parted her lips as they curled back with anger. Having no sense of what was going on and in to much pain to care Maya pulled herself as far back it to the chair to avoid any cross fire that might come between the two of them.
"Ye damn bitch! Get ye arse back to making supper!"
The old man flailed his arm around in a wild manner as he pointed towards the stove which supported a few brass pots.
"I was only playing."
The woman hunched her shoulder sadly at his raised voice.
"I know tha way ye play! Nothi' good be comin' from it!"
With one final wave of his arm the woman backed down from her position, scuttling with a drooped head she walked back over to the stove and went to work on a meal leaving Maya awe struck at what had just befell here. Eyes darting from the woman to the old Maya she wasn't sure who to keep an eye on, while the old man seemed to be in charge around here Maya felt as though in a second that woman could turn into a beast.
"... What is going on here?"
Turning around from the stove top the woman face lights from the gloom it had smeared across it before.
"I knew you could talk!"
"Woman. Supper. NOW."
The old man huffed with anger as his face turned a shade of red from his raised voice; Maya had never seen the man in such a state before usually his demeanor was calm, a elderly kind of nurturing to it, now it seemed as though all of that had been thrown out the window at a moments notice. Light hissing came from the woman as she turned around to the stove once again as the old man pinched the bridge of his nose, a stiff sigh left his mouth as the light color of his skin returned. Cane tapping across the wooden floor he was soon at Maya's side looking her over closely, most likely checking her condition.
"Hmm... color returned to ye face, tis good. No fever I assume."
"No... what is going on here?"
"Always straight to tha point ey? "I'ght, 'ight. Everything 'ill be explained by tha governor in time. Lets feed ya and clean ya up."
Maya was going to protest but from the stern look in the old mans eyes she sighed pushing the idea away, she was in no condition to go toe to toe with this old man even if it was who could yell the loudest.
"Oh! I can clean her right up!"
The woman called out from the stove with a squeak in her voice making the old man sigh out with discontent. Whatever relationship these to had for one another was beyond anything Maya could understand, they seemed at wits each with the other, ready to pounce when the moment arose... but whoever, or whatever this governor person perhaps he was the one with real control round here; regardless whatever questions she had wasn't going to be answered right now. Nodding her head slowly Maya agreed with the elderly man, the idea of food had never been one to call her attention but now the smells alone were making her mouth grow heavy with saliva.
"Good lass."
He spoke quietly as he took a hold of the crude means of transport that Maya had commandeered from her room, twisting it about he pushed Maya over to the nearby table. The size of the old oak frame looked as though dozens of people could have sat comfortable at its side with plenty of room to spare; for what reason Maya could have only guessed many people lived here or at least came by often enough for it to be used.