Naomi~
I could not afford to rouse more suspicion so I used my walking stick to alight from the cart. All the time, the guard did not take his eyes off me. Once I was out, he came closer. "Thandon hmmm?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Dark skin, bee-stung lips… " he listed off my features as he preferred to describe them. "And blind. "
I said nothing.
He looked at the back of the cart and eyed what I feared was my bag. "Is that bag yours?"
"Which bag?" I asked, sticking to my role.
He approached the bag, reached into the cart and pulled it out.
"What is in it?"
"My things," I replied plainly.
"No, it is my things that are in it." He replied sarcastically. He undid the latch and dipped his hand. I held back the urge to gulp.
He pulled out a vile and then another one. He shook its contents. "What is it?" he asked.
"What?"
"He can't see," Ronald backed me up, pointing out the 'obvious'.
