seas rise when I give the word.

[Emiryal ♕]

"Rather friendly today," Murtagh commented. "What does it matter to you?" He was a bit confused by her friendly reaction, or at least seemingly friendly. Maybe it was just the effects of the drugs. Maybe one of the guards had given her a bit more than Murtagh had instructed them to. He leaned forward and unlocked the chains holding her to the wall. He was careful not to burn her with the torch as he unlocked them. It wasn't like she was any threat to him, especially as long as Amira was held captive. "Do you know why you are here?"

[ sorry it's short. ]

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She stared at him as he walked over to her. She shrugged, she didn’t really care what he was up to, but being friendly was better than being rude. As long as he didn’t upset her she was not going to provoke him, unlike in the fight she had more to lose this time. She had no clue where Amira was and her ability to not be able to think was really pissing her off. She was kind of hopeless right now. ”Well, it won’t help me if I’m rude to you and provoke you.” She said; she watched slightly surprised as he came up and undid the chains. Her arms fell heavily by her sides. She wasn’t stupid she didn’t possibly believe she could get away, not in the state she was in.

Besides she had no clue where Amira was and she couldn’t even think straight. Instead she just let herself fall against the wall. She closed her eyes and when he spoke she opened them, ice blue orbs staring at him as his question sunk into her muddled head. She knew why she was there, but why not humour the boy? “Erm… Because I got into a fight with you and made a few silly mistakes?” She replied with a small smile. ”Why are you here?” She asked.

ooc -- it is fine <3 mines short too xD

[Emiryal ♕]

"True," Murtagh said when Amira answered why she was not being rude. If she were well it could easily provoke him. all that was between her and a worse situation was Murtagh's whims. If he wanted to he could make it miserable for her. Galbatorix wasn't here and Murtagh had the authority to do what he saw fit.

He smirked at her answer to why she was there. In a way what she said was true. She had made a mistake engaging him and Thorn. He shifted his hold on the torch slightly then said. "I am here because Galbatorix ordered me to wait in Dras Leona and lead the empire forces here," he said.

"Listen, ask anything you want I will not lie to you. But after your questions are finished I have questions of my own to ask of you," he said.

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She nodded her head to that. She had questions she wanted to ask, but none would get her anywhere. She shrugged at his next statement. She was different to him in that way. She had no problems lying and giving away false information. It was more fun to keep people guessing. Telling him the truth was not something she particularly felt like doing. ”So answer this honestly: If I was to get up right now and walk out, how would I do so and where would I find Amira, how would I get her? Oh and why am I finding it hard to think straight?” She tagged the last question on easily. She had never been drugged before and for that matter she had never heard of a drug that could stop the magic from that she felt leaving her.

She had ideas as to why she couldn’t use her magic, but every time she grasped one and begun to think it through it would slip from her fingers and she would forget what she was on about. Caspia knew of other ways to stop magic, she herself had been a victim of it when she had been banished from her homes. She had been forced to do a lot, being locked up and in the situation she was in now wasn’t that different from the other time this had happened. You could never get used to it, but she didn’t feel that uncomfortable.

She wondered where Amira was and if indeed she was alright. That was the biggest difference. Last time she had been all by herself with only herself to worry about, but this time she was stuck with not only herself to fret for, but also her partner, Amira, the animal that meant more to her than even her own life. She never let her eyes leave Murtagh, although she was weak, she knew that as soon as any opportunity arises to live she would try. She wasn’t one to sit still and do nothing; she loved action and taking risks.

[Emiryal ♕]

Answering any questions a prisoner had was one of Galbatorixes methods. It was only used on prisoners that would be potentially an ally for the Empire. It was a way of building trust, which would be needed later on if allegiance to the Empire was taken. However, it didn't mean Murtagh would spill all the Empire's secrets. He had said he'd tell the truth, not that he'd answer every question she asked. "If you got up to leave right now the only way out is through that door," Murtagh said indicating the only door in the cell. "Your cell is constantly guarded and the dungeon has many spells. You would not make it very far. Besides it's quite a long ways down from here." Caspia was a high security prisoner as she was a rider. Every precaution that could be taken to ensure she did not escape had been taken.
"Your dragon is in a cathedral. You'd have to get out of the dungeon first to even get to her. She is guarded as well. You would not get far even if you could get to her. She can't fly now," he explained. He had made sure of that himself. A dragon that couldn't fly would not get very far. Caspia would lack the strength to heal the wounds and Thorn and he could easily catch them from the air should that even happen.

"You can't thing straight because you were drugged. It inhibits your abilities," he said. It was a common practice to drug any prisoners who could use magic. It ensured their cooperation and that they could not easily escape."

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She nodded her head, letting his words sink into the fog that clouded her mind. It would be so simple to get up and leave, to get past the door, simply get rid of the guards and move on; even in her state she was as strong as any human, not as strong as an elf, but a human yes. She blinks rapidly for a few seconds gazing at the door. The only door and way out of this whole room. With a small sigh she presses myself against the wall wanting it to just open and let her fall in and let her disappear, hoping that maybe she could get away and leave this place behind, forgetting it all, taking Amira and going home, to the place where it was them who ruled the skies and no one could stop them.

But she couldn't get away, not yet, at least.

She didn’t like this ‘drug’ she wondered briefly what was in it, but scolded herself. She was a prisoner and not a guest. She allowed herself a small smile, she didn’t mind the way that Murtagh spoke to her, he wanted to tell her the truth, she believed him, she still didn’t trust him. She trusted no one and nothing. Her trust had only ever been given to one other person in her life, Nepherion.

The thought of the rider made her heart flutter, her smile faltered as she remember him. She wondered if she would ever see him again. She didn’t feel like talking anymore, her thoughts kept straying to him and she bit her tongue, holding back a cry of distress. She wanted to hold his hand again; she wanted to feel her lips pressed against his cheek. With a small sigh she looked away from Murtagh. She would get out of this, she had to.

[Emiryal ♕]

Murtagh waited in silence for only a few moments. When no more questions came it seemed it was time for his own questions. "Well if that's it. I have questions for you," he said, his voice was demanding and full of authority. "What were you doing near Dras Leona? And are you part of the Varden or have any connection with them?"

He hoped that she would answer and perhaps even join the empire; however, remote a chance that was. If she didn't answer him he would have to use other methods such as torture or attacking her mind. He didn't want to do those, he did not enjoy seeing those in pain who were innocent.

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The lies they sprung to her lips quicken than any truth could. She knew that if she were to lie he would not be able to tell. Lies were what she died, she covered her life with them, she had created her life with, and she had done everything with them. To her the truth was a lie. If she was to breathe a word of the truth it would come out more as a lie than any amount of lies could. Lying was what she did. Lying was how she got everywhere she did. Telling the truth was like a curse to her; it did nothing, but leaves her vulnerable and weak. The words that slipped through his mouth were demanding, authoritve, they were like every person who believed that they held a certain power: The power to get others to do what they wanted.

The way he asked, the way they left his lips, the tone of voice all of it only caused a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips. Her eyes glittered cheekily, but she resisted the urge to let loose a string of sarcastic comments at his questions. However, she could not hold back the idea of teasing him, playing with his words and making this into a big joke. Someone had once told her that those who seek humour in such a situation were just covering up their fear. Caspia saw it as a person who had the courage to speak up to those who did have more power, at that moment, with those seconds. She wasn’t scared of pain; she wasn’t scared of anything, really. Looking up at Murtagh innocently she said, ”I got lost.” Her tone was sweet. ”Oh wait, no that wasn’t it. I followed the wind, wherever it decided to take me.”

She held up a finger as if telling him to hush as she thought, ”or maybe it was because I wanted… No, I’m sure there is a reason why…” She scrunched up her eyebrows as if deep in thought. Suddenly she looked up as if an idea had struck her, as if she remembered why. ”Oh yeah, it was because I had never been there before… I think.” She was enjoying herself, she liked make jokes out of things in serious situations. You needed to have humour to live a good life. She then turned herself to his next question pondering what to say. She hated the Varden, they were horrid. There was nothing good about them, in her eyes they were like the Empire ad in that way she hated them both with such anger that it made her feel sick. ”Oh yes, I just love the Varden, they are honestly the best. I mean seriously? Have you seen them when they train? Guys running around with no shirts on, chiselled abs, hot bodies. It is quite a good sight.” Her face was completely straight, there was no sign that she thought otherwise.

She hated the Varden, the hated the elves, she hated the Empire to be honest there was no one she actually had, except for Amira and maybe Nepherion. The thought of the other rider as always spread feelings that she normally kept contained. A smirk flickered hesitantly across her face as she imagined him running in and helping her. She frowned though, Nepherion was not that strong, and Murtagh could defiantly beat him, so instead she imagined herself driving a sword through the soldiers that swarmed the place, knocking Murtagh down as she went. It was really quite fun to think of. Her eyes flickered over to the dark haired boy –he was just a boy to her- There was a lot of weakness under his calm exterior, it was Caspia’s time to exploit it.

[Emiryal ♕]

"Forgive me if I don't believe that excuse for getting lost," Murtagh scoffed. His brow furrowed and he grew more serious. He wasn't here to joke around with her and chat. He was here for information. He wanted to just attack her mentally and take what he needed to know, but Galbatorix was very specific in how he wanted prisoners treated. Attacking mentally was the last step, that was if the prisoner didn't crack before then.

"Look, I don't have time for this and I'm not going to stay here all day to ask only to get silly questions. Obviously that is not what I was really asking for," he said. "Now answer me. No more ridiculous answers. I'm not asking about classified information. I'm asking why you are here and your connection with the Varden!"

He took a step back and held out his left hand. "Malthinae," he said letting the engery flow through him to power the spell. The spell was simple. It would restrain Caspia against the wall, as the spell did so he moved forward and closed the manacles over her wrists again. If she wouldn't corporate he would start making this hard on her.