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Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

Nana clasped her hands in front of her, praying for Motochika’s safe return, pleasant weather on his journey, and for kind seas. She prayed her child would be born healthy, and that Motochika would get to be there.
 
The doors opened and the soft clanking of armor approached the sisters.
"Which of you is Nana?" The captain asked. The Mother moved forward, frowning softly.
"Is something wrong?"
"We received word that the woman known as Nana was apart of the recently discovered murder to the north."
"Nana would never!" Mio argued.
 
Nana was frozen where she was, heart pounding in her ears at their words. Who? Why? They had always kept to themselves for the most part, so who would’ve known such a thing? “I...I didn’t.... We didn’t do anything...” She whispered softly.
 
Nana turned, stumbling a bit and having to stop on her hands and knees. “No! We-We didn’t...” She clenched her fists and dropped her head. “He didn’t have a choice..!” She couldn’t run away, even if she could outrun the guards and make it back into the forest, she was blind, unable to see a single thing. Tears dripped from her milky eyes onto the floor, shoulders shaking a bit.
 
"Nana..."
"Take her away." The Mother said. Mio and the others looked devastated but couldn't go against her. The guards grabbed Nana by her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Let's go."
 
Nana stumbled as she was yanked to her feet and dragged along, tears falling quickly down her face as she was escorted from the church. “You don’t understand...! Please..!” She begged.
 
Nana was dragged down stairs and tossed onto the floor, then something tossed over her head.
“Change into that, give your clothes over when you’re done.”
Nana groped at the thing on her head, pulling it off and feeling it; clothing? It felt threadbare.
“I-I... Can I change somewhere else..?”
 
Nana struggled to her feet, ears burning as she undressed herself, doing her best to keep her most intimate parts hidden as she pulled on the clothing they had given her. The fabric was scratchy and went just to her knees, a bit baggy on her. She gathered up her clothes and simply held them out, not really sure where everyone was in the room.
“Your shoes too.”
She flinched, but complied, carefully removing her shoes after her clothes were taken from her hands.
 
She was pushed into a cold cell, hearing the iron and wooden door close behind her. She slowly sank to the floor, doing her best to hold back her tears. She was so scared, what were they planning to do to her? What about Motochika?
 
Having her hair cut off was terrible, they weren’t gentle at all, someone using shears to simply cut away as much of her hair as he could grab as quickly as he could.
She was shoved onto her knees, one wrist grabbed at a time and pushed into a cold metal cuff, then locked in place. She had been placed inside of a slightly larger room, locked facing a wooden stock and seemingly left alone in silence once again.
 
It was so cold and her knees hurt from being stuck in this position for so long. After a while, soneone returned.
"Is it true the man you killed the fisherman with is a fae?" It was the captain, and he tried to sound uncaring.
 
Nana had been practically hunched over, hands shackled just above her head to the thick wooden post. When the guard captain asked his question, Nana sat up a bit, turning her head over her shoulder to try and face where she heard his voice. “Please, you have to hear me out- we never wanted to hurt anyone! That man had done horrible things, to both my husband and me! He was holding us hostage- he was the one who took my eyes..!”
 
She knew that, she was painfully aware of that, but they weren’t in the wrong. “H-He came to our home to-” She paused, she couldn’t tell them of Motochika’s pelt, she had to change the story, she had to lie again. “He came to rob our home... I walked in on him, and he attacked me, he cut my eyes.. When my husband came home he used me as leverage, told him if he didn’t do as he said, that he’d kill me..” She felt tears in her eyes, even if parts of the story was a lie, the rest was all the truth. “He kept us in the house for days, making us do whatever he wanted..” She clenched her fists. “H-He forced himself on me... Made me do disgusting acts to him..”
 
“Please, you have to believe me! We would never hurt anyone otherwise! We’ve always worked hard to make an honest living, did what we could to help others!” She was practically begging him at this point.
 
“And whose word are you taking that we killed him for fun..!?” She had no proof, there was nothing that she could show that they had been the victims.
 
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