Stubbornness Can Only Get You So Far Oct 25, 2011 17:59:10 GMT -5
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Oct 25, 2011 17:59:10 GMT -5
It was safe to say that Caitrin didn't feel tired at all. The prospect of getting to spend some time in her own company was also appealing, she wouldn't have to look at Richard's stupid smug face then. Bitterness from him getting her this far still ripped through her, she couldn't believe she had been taken in by her little act. It was her weakness yes, but still, her wits should have been sharper. Well she wouldn't be making that mistake again. For the moment, Caitrin de Archer, in a revolutionary spark of thought, decided she had had quite enough of men for the time being. They were fun to tease yes, but often she was too close to the flame, and when that happened she just got burnt.
She rolled her eyes as Richard told her not to run off. The thought was at the forefront of her mind of course, and he obviously knew that too. She could get to other places from here, she could find something to make it work, she didn't have to do this on Richard's terms. "Do you not trust me?" She asked with a wink, as if nothing in her psyche had changed. She wasn't going to give the game away too easily. She had one other way of trying to get this stupid silver chain off her wrist. Though she couldn't try it near Richard.
As he lay down on top of his cloak Caitrin began to walk aimlessly into the dark of the forest. Her eyes were already well adjusted as night had not quite fallen yet; some of the light from the sunset still remained. She was walking slower than usual, as she wasn't sure just how far the chain would stretch. After all, it had to stop at some point didn't it? Otherwise it would just be ridiculous. She had not really gone far from where Richard was lying, but she lent down and started to pick up some bits of dry wood. As she did, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Richard wasn't there. She couldn't see him so she assumed he had just gone to sleep. Instead she now looked at the chain dangling from her wrist and whispered, her eyes flashing. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. Nothing happened and for a moment Caitrin felt incredibly annoyed.
Picking up one of the bits of wood, in a rather crude way she even tried to hack at the chain. Richard's smug words ran through her mind, that the chain would not break and she would not be able to shift it. One again her nails dug into the silver at her wrist and there was almost a desperation there. There had to be some way of getting this chain off her! She was quite distracted from finding the firewood at the moment, and she sat herself down, crossing her legs and her eyes focusing on the silver chain. This was ridiculous, it was a stupid chain, how could it be this difficult to get off?