On her way back to the cells from unpacking for one of the masters, Evolet had kept close to the walls, her five foot frame curled in on itself enough to make her seem even smaller, for the last thing she wanted was to draw any sort of notice to herself. Usually that was easy, as she’d made her career on being invisible until she was needed, but that day it didn’t seem the case. Though they spoke no words to her, one of the passing guards decided to give her a good shove to the floor before he continued walking, leaving the small young woman to push herself back to her feet while brushing the dust from her clothes.
Hissing as the movement of her elbow sent a surprising sting up her arm, she turned it and sighed as she spotted the cut there that was starting to well with a little blood. That was going to scar. “Perfect...” Groaning a little as she started to get the rest of the way to her feet, the ankle she’d twisted as she’d fallen made itself know, sending the little slave back to the floor, where she decided to just stay for a moment.