Sweetpea

Pari had started to feel sedentary, which was almost worse than when she'd been left to her own devices... almost. As it was now she felt she was failing to do her job, which was to do anything she'd been told to do. She had the feeling she was supposed to be doing something, other than wasting away. Was she expected to take initiative?

That idea made her shiver, the woman had such little self worth she doubted she'd be able to come up with an idea and even if she did she'd probably just mess something up... still she hated feeling like she wasn't pulling her weight. In truth some of that feeling was fear, she knew what punishments could mean and as dependent as she was on the orders of other the pain of being disciplined wasn't something she was particularly fond of, even if she knew it was a necessary evil.

So the woman took a tentative step out of the lambs den. Keeping her head low and ears pulled back, tail tucked to show her subservience, she did something that she normally could not be seen doing. She was watching, looking at those that passed around her, though she still would not meet their gaze she watched as they moved, small anxious noises pulling from her lips as she silently hoped one of them would tell her what to do.