Pax Pardus Hale
The Ink Shop
Delphina
This was it. This was the moment she had been saving. Over these past few months they provided Delphina with three meals a day. It was clear that whoever prepared the meals didn't know how to season food so she had requested condiments be brought with her meals. The cult members obliged to her seemingly humble request. Her ulterior motive? Salt. Delphina started to hoard salt underneath her bed in a small pouch she had sewn, something they let her do to pass the time alone in her underground room. Evil spirits couldn't pass lines of salt, something she learned from her years of training. A way to trap a demon was to salt all the doors and windows, she assumed it could be used for a short time to prevent them from chasing her.
Delphina had the bag of salt tucked carefully in her bra. As the cloaked member escorted her back to her room she glanced at the stairs leading to a door. Two guards were busy chatting and Delphina took a deep breath. They were distracted, this was her time. If the door was locked she'd never have this chance again but she had pepped herself up for this, it was time. Delphina reached into her bra quickly and took a pinch of salt and threw it into her escorts eyes. "My apologies!" Her bare feet smacked against the ground as she booked it to the stairs. It took a minute for the two guards to notice thankfully, she slipped past them quickly and ran as fast as she could up the stairs. Her hand grabbed the handle and silently she prayed that it was unlocked.
Bingo.
The door opened up to a heavily wooded area. The sky was gloomy and it was hard to see anything but that couldn't stop her. Delphina spun around and emptied half the bag as she drew a line of salt on front of the door. There didn't appear to be any other exits so this would stall them in time for her to shake them off her tail. With that done she clutched her salt pouch and ran through the woods despite the twigs and rocks cutting up her feet.
This was it. This was the moment she had been saving. Over these past few months they provided Delphina with three meals a day. It was clear that whoever prepared the meals didn't know how to season food so she had requested condiments be brought with her meals. The cult members obliged to her seemingly humble request. Her ulterior motive? Salt. Delphina started to hoard salt underneath her bed in a small pouch she had sewn, something they let her do to pass the time alone in her underground room. Evil spirits couldn't pass lines of salt, something she learned from her years of training. A way to trap a demon was to salt all the doors and windows, she assumed it could be used for a short time to prevent them from chasing her.
Delphina had the bag of salt tucked carefully in her bra. As the cloaked member escorted her back to her room she glanced at the stairs leading to a door. Two guards were busy chatting and Delphina took a deep breath. They were distracted, this was her time. If the door was locked she'd never have this chance again but she had pepped herself up for this, it was time. Delphina reached into her bra quickly and took a pinch of salt and threw it into her escorts eyes. "My apologies!" Her bare feet smacked against the ground as she booked it to the stairs. It took a minute for the two guards to notice thankfully, she slipped past them quickly and ran as fast as she could up the stairs. Her hand grabbed the handle and silently she prayed that it was unlocked.
Bingo.
The door opened up to a heavily wooded area. The sky was gloomy and it was hard to see anything but that couldn't stop her. Delphina spun around and emptied half the bag as she drew a line of salt on front of the door. There didn't appear to be any other exits so this would stall them in time for her to shake them off her tail. With that done she clutched her salt pouch and ran through the woods despite the twigs and rocks cutting up her feet.