Jamal had sent her to the outskirts of the city in order to pick some herbs. She had been pleased to be given the job to do, in fairness, as it meant that she got out of the shop and she could work in the outdoors. She was discovering that she loved to do that, to feel the earth beneath her feet and to have a chance to be alone in the quiet and solitude that was only really present when she was alone outside. There was something incredibly soothing about being alone in the fields and the woods, where no one new who she was, or cared, and she could just enjoy the feeling which she was beginning to recognise as serenity. It was a wonderful, intoxicating experience for Faith who delighted in the calmness which was so very new to her.
Except of course for the fact that this bunch of kids seemed insistent of ruining it.
Faith was walking to the area where she thought she might find some Lavendar. She had been out here a few times now and she was getting the feel for the place, so she was fairly sure that she remembered seeing some of the purple scented flowers growing there. She was wearing, as always, the old and ripped black trousers which were poorly fitting, a black strapless top which had seen a lot better trials and her long black hair was tied back into a ponytail. The group of early-teen boys had followed her out here and she had bitten back an internal sigh; they were going to keep following her, she figured. And she was right. They walked behind her, shouting out cat-calls and growing more and more confident with every step as the young girl did not reply or respond to them. As she made her way to the Lavendar patch, things were reaching something of a breaking point. She had asked them, very politely, if they would stop and leave her be, but they were determined. The ring leader, a lad of about 13 who was big for his age, was not backing down.
"What say you be mine, *slave*?"
he asked and Faith looked up at him and sighed. "I have an owner."
she explained. The young boy sneered and puffed out his chest, playing to his peers and determined to come out on top in this exchange.
"If I kill you, *slave* what will he do?"
he taunted, and Faith answered, softly "He would purchase another slave"
The boy grinned and nodded "Then I think that's what I'll do, shall I?"
he asked. Faith wanted to fight him, but after the situation where Rafael had intervened when a fat man and his two lackeys had tried to bully her, Jamal had been clear. She was not to get in to fights, she was not to answer back. The only time she fought was to defend her life. So, she looked at the young one impassively and wondered what she was going to do and how she was going to get out of this one. She'd be much happier embedding her knee in this one, or raking her nails down his face to teach him not to mess with girls, even slave girls. But she could not. So, she knelt down in the Lavendar and she started to pick the fragrant herb. The young boy looked utterly infuriated that she was not biting and he reached down to grab her.