Wiesia - The Escapee

Wiesia was born during the time of the fire dragon's revolt. To escape the madness, she fled to the Sea of a Thousand Currents, where a twist of fate landed her in the middle of a pirate's den. Now taken prisoner, Wiesia endured years of hardship at sea, only escaping when the sickness of the Contagion fell upon the captain whilst they were docked. She nearly drowned, her chains dragging her under the waters, but she made it onto land and was on the run again. This time, she went to the Shattered Plains, a place so barren she was sure no sea-dwelling dragons would go to find her again.
She met Treva, leader of Clan Strongearth, and joined the clan to be protected. She has repurposed her chains into apparel she wears with pride, reminding herself of what she has managed to survive.
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"Raal?"
The medic looked over her shoulder. "I'll be with you in a moment!" She called, stashing several jars on a ledge and facing her patient. "Oh, Wiesia. More nightmares?"
Wiesia shook her head, her tongue flicking to taste the air as she glanced over her shoulder. "No, the paranoia is back."
Raal nodded and took a jar of blue liquid, that had small specks floating in it. "Take this daily." She instructed, but Wiesia shook her head.
"I want to talk about it this time." She said firmly, and Raal looked surprised for a moment before returning to her usual calm gaze.
"Very well, have a seat. Where would you like to start?"
Thoughts clouded her mind, but Wiesia pushed them away to focus on a certain event.
"After I left the Hearth, I went to the sea. The fire and water hissed, masking the noise of my departure. It was nearly perfect." She took a steady breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her claws twisted the lantern pendant she wore.
"But through a thick screen of smoke, I found pirates. They came to take advantage of the chaos but left with more than they bargained for. Me."
"So you were on their ship?"
"For years." Her voice shook, getting caught for a moment in her throat. "I helped them fish, clean, cook, and... Provided them with various sorts of entertainment."
Raal busied her hands with crushing various herbs but nodded along to indicate she was listening.
"And finally the one called Captain fell ill when we were docked at the Contagion. I made a run for it, all the way here. They had trusted me enough by then to limit the chains I wore, so I was only hindered a little. I met Clanleader Treva after several days, and the rest is history."
Raal took Wiesia's claws into her own. "You are very strong, Wiesia. I know you will feel more comfortable here as time goes on. I would still advise taking this." She pressed the vial into the bogsneak's claws gently, wrapping them around it. Wiesia stared at it for moments before a tear slid from her eye.
"Thank you, Raal." And she hugged Raal, finally feeling secure and sure of her safety, after so long. So she said it again, "Thank you."
She had a new home now, away from the war. Now she only had one of her own to deal with.