((Blegh sorry so crappy. Trying to get back into character for this lol))

Silence, it was her middle name. Phaedra led her ‘captive’ along and never uttered a word. In fact she was quite bored and didn’t really pay attention to anything or anyone. She didn’t watch the show of what to do and what not to do. Barely registered Xavi’s marksmanship. A yawn was caught behind her hand as she used the toe of her boot to dig circles in the ground.

One thing she did register was when they told everyone to go inside and to pick a room upstairs. Her long legs ate up the distance between her and the staircase. Quickly she made her way up and picked a room as far away from as many people as she could get.

Her blue eyes studied her sparse room and fell upon the clothing she was suppose to put on. A grimace ran across her face as she stripped down and pulled the ugly thing on. She slipped off her jewelry, leaving her earrings in. Reaching up to her head she pulled off her beany and threw it on the bed. You could now see the intricate braid that ran across her head and fell down her left side.

Phaedra pulled her boots back on and walked back downstairs. Leaning against a wall she watched and waited.