The day was warm, like many others that had come to pass. Neva was still getting used to them. She wasn't sure how many days had gone by but there had been enough. Without a proper calendar or something to tell the time, she couldn't be sure.
Most days went by as such. Mundane, quiet, mostly on her own. When she grew bored, Neva toyed with a few things here or there. Sometimes she did things that women normally didn't do. Most complained just out of ear shot but did nothing to her. No one would bring harm to the 'misfortunes child', as their master had ordered.
Funny thing, that concept was. Neva had called it impossible before. Now, she wasn't so sure. This hadn't been a dream, she didn't wake up and return home. In fact, the pain from her first impact off the horse was enough to tell her that was true. As the days went on, she'd see flashes of visions in her dreams. Just like that man, Al Mualim, had said.
Neva pinched the bridge of her nose at the very thought. Among other larger things, her eyes had turned a deep red and her hair...Well, that was turning silver as it grew. No one had answers as to why. All she knew was she touched a weird copper ball and woke up in the past. Who knew her life would be taking such a strange turn.
"How many puppies did I kick in a past life to end up like this?" she asked herself as if anyone could really answer the question.
It wasn't all bad, she had figured. Kadar and Malik were kind, even if the latter could be a tad impatient at times. They never alienated her like some did, which often left her anxious for their return when it came to mission.
"Shouldn't worry about it so much," she muttered, "They're far more capable than anyone else I've ever met. They should be back soon..."