The idea of freedom, of a life anew and to forget this evening made her eyes dance like the twinkling stars above. Her heart fluttered and soared as she peered into his gaze so amorously.
"It sounds like a wonderful dream," she told him, her smile small and sad. "Oh, but to leave the desert, I could not bear it. My father owned these lands, and it would fore sake him if I were to leave." Never mind he was dead. She shook her head, more tears gathering. No. She couldn't. It was just a dreamy idea. Not reality. In reality, Neft'ehm would punish her for her insolence, and any other repercussions of the rape would be hers alone to bear.
She cast her eyes to the ground, staring through long dark lashes. And it was only then she realized with a curious, lifting gaze on her face.
"My name." She blinked. "How did you know my name?"
She did not recall giving it to him- though perhaps she did? Or...
This boy looked familiar, but not familiar enough. Perhaps he just reminded her of one of the handsome temple guards back in Essyrn. Oh, what she would not give to be back at the temple, inside her bed, away from all of this-
and to awaken, as if it were a terrible dream.