Don't Cry Snowman

Ansel perked up the moment the male attention became focused on him alone, he lowered his stance and as he did so the young Lord regalia followed. He backed away quietly and decided to lay down as well, mimicking the adult. Between his sensitive eyes and weak immune system he was often prohibited from leaving the den by Mother. Opportunities like this one seldom reared its head, and Mordecai was more than eager to take this one. He was not much for adult discussions, they were filled with innuendo and politics however this was an opportunity to lean more about his parents.

The male spoke of Father, Taskmaster was his rank and seems that he brought their house slave himself. His dual colored lenses widen for a mere moment in awe, Father was a Master. The next words were address to Mother; intelligence and cunning. Of course. His eyes often followed her hips and the trail that they left when they were together. Mordecai wasn't a dull boy, he was more than aware of the activities that occurred within his parents even though he did not let it show that often. Despite the way Mother would tempt men and women alike, she was the one that gave in so easily to desire. At least in Mordecai's opinion. Perhaps she was a brothel in her past life. He shrugged his thoughts away quickly as the man finished his speech. I like plants. Is there anything I can do with that?

Mordecai