The guard stood, looking down at the small blonde headed woman laying curled up in the cage. She lay deathly still, having not moved in more than a day; he kicked at the bars, reverberating the pen around her but got no response, so he kneeled down as he reached into the pen, turning her over to see if she was alive.
Her body moved without resistance, turning onto her back as he watched for signs of life. Almost imperceptibly, her chest rose; her breath slow and shallow but still she breathed. Nodding to himself, he looked up to her face and seeing her eyes opened, paused. The turquoise orbs stared ahead, unblinking, unseeing, and yet he felt an sense of unease as though she were looking straight into him -- and through him. Suddenly finding himself desiring to be someplace else, he stood abruptly and turned away, his heavy footsteps echoing in the darkness. 'At least' he thought to himself, 'she would be no trouble in this condition.
Desiare watched the man walk away, though she was not aware that she was watching him, nor of anything else.
