Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

It seemed to take no time at all for the male to shred through the rope around her neck. She felt a small tug, pressure against her throat, and then it was gone. The tassel slunk down to her feet and she opened her eyes with an expression of disbelief. Immediately, the inky girl shook her pelt. It was as if she was attempting to rid her body of any signs that she had been held prisoner. It had not been the first time, though, and while Skwol had given her a moment of reprieve... the memories were still there. Lucy knew that she had been born a prisoner and that she had only clawed her way to freedom a small handful of times. She also knew that it was likely to happen again.

The pallid knight inquired on how she felt. Lucy looked up to him with a timid but thankful expression. Her eyes roamed his face again and she found herself trying to memorize his features so that she would not feel so lost when she was on her own again. The thought shot a pang through her heart and she pushed the thought away for the moment.

“It feels like freedom,” she said with a sigh. As her thoughts began to eat away at the statement, her eyes darted to the left and her ears flickered down. Do you really know what freedom feels like, Lucy?