Um, hi, hi, hi, I kind of jumped the gun on this weekend of mutual prompt-filling, lol. Hope you don't mind!
"There, there, dear," Matoya clucks, plying her with yet another potion. "You did well enough, getting yourself away from that Garland fellow without any help, after all."
Sara clutches at the blanket the good witch had given her to replace the tatters her clothing had become in her flight from Garland's keeping. "That's not good enough," she says, shivering with more than cold and damp. "I want..." she takes a swig of the potion. "I want it never to happen again." Another gulp. "I want to be strong enough that it never happens again."
Matoya starts to make another clucking noise, then stops and looks at her, hard. "You really mean that, don't you, child."
"Yes." Sara takes another drink of the potion, then sets it aside to look Matoya in the eyes. "More than anything."
Matoya's chuckle this time is not altogether kindly, though it is thoughtful. "Well, then," she says, "that can be arranged. It won't be easy, mind you, but it can be done."
Sara snorts, most indelicately, and doesn't care one whit about sounding like a proper princess. "'Not easy' is kidnapped by a madman, and getting away. Being sure that it doesn't happen in the first place may not be easy now, but in the long run---"
This time Matoya's speculative look is much more benevolent. "Very well, child," she says, taking the now-empty potion bottle and coming to drop a kiss on Sara's forehead, like a mother. "We'll start in the morning."
"We'll Start In the Morning", FFI: Sara/Matoya, G
"There, there, dear," Matoya clucks, plying her with yet another potion. "You did well enough, getting yourself away from that Garland fellow without any help, after all."
Sara clutches at the blanket the good witch had given her to replace the tatters her clothing had become in her flight from Garland's keeping. "That's not good enough," she says, shivering with more than cold and damp. "I want..." she takes a swig of the potion. "I want it never to happen again." Another gulp. "I want to be strong enough that it never happens again."
Matoya starts to make another clucking noise, then stops and looks at her, hard. "You really mean that, don't you, child."
"Yes." Sara takes another drink of the potion, then sets it aside to look Matoya in the eyes. "More than anything."
Matoya's chuckle this time is not altogether kindly, though it is thoughtful. "Well, then," she says, "that can be arranged. It won't be easy, mind you, but it can be done."
Sara snorts, most indelicately, and doesn't care one whit about sounding like a proper princess. "'Not easy' is kidnapped by a madman, and getting away. Being sure that it doesn't happen in the first place may not be easy now, but in the long run---"
This time Matoya's speculative look is much more benevolent. "Very well, child," she says, taking the now-empty potion bottle and coming to drop a kiss on Sara's forehead, like a mother. "We'll start in the morning."