Ravensblood Forest salt fires

looking to meet more MW members! backdated to feb 17th, put her to work!

a week.
over a week?
she bit a twelfth notch into the stick of yew she had collected, letting it clatter to the floor of where she slept now. kept under close watch, chani had not tried to run for her freedom.
she wanted to bathe, however, and turned her eyes toward the sea. with her mother and aunt, chani spoke only their tongues of creole and french. the pirates received answers to the questions they asked and no more.
crowell thought he owned her, and that she could hardly abide. but she was learning to bite her tongue.
a new need to constantly urinate, a goodly amount of vomiting, and fatigue so harsh it almost kept her lying flat — it seemed he would have his wish after all, chani decided, running a protective paw over the thinning fur of her gently blossoming abdomen.
but they did not belong to him, nor here. never. she would never allow it.