Kieaira's ears, the only thing visible above the double sleeping bags, twitched as she tried to make out what those around her were saying. Another loud crash of thunder and another whimper passed her lips as she tightened her grip on the sleeping bags. It's just a storm.... It's just a storm... She took a deep breath, and lowered the sleeping bag, crawling out from under it, and crawling towards the boxes that kept her hidden inside the cart.
She peeked out between two of the crates to see why everyone was still chatting and not rushing off to the tent. Her eyes widen and she had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud as she saw the man whom held a blade to Lorielle. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? She bit down on her lower lip nervously, as she looked around the cart ... What could she do?!
Finally, an idea struck her, slowly she pushed herself up on her knees and placed the palms of her hands on the top box, which was small enough and light enough for her to pick up easily. In one swift movement she grabbed the box and threw it as fast and hard as she could, hoping that wherever it landed it would distract the man enough that someone could step in and either free Lorielle, or Lorielle could at least free herself.
Kieaira ducked down as soon as the box left her hands, not wanting to be seen by these men, she wasn't a fighter, wasn't a healer ... and she did not want to become a burden either.
