come to papa

*Niamh* · 08-20-2019, 07:23 PM

she tried to focus on the face of the man that she would call master.

everything, from his name to his coat, was unfamiliar to her. the man would release her from the safety net that the band had given her, and Niamh looked wordlessly down at the rope. part of her wanted to scream at him; the rope made everything easier, how dare he take the rope away... but no words came. no words had come since Mother died. this was not going to be any different. be she slave or servant, nothing was going to be different. the Hjarrandi had given her boarding for a few weeks before deciding to sell her. this man was going to give her a place of residence too, even if there were strings attached. like the forgotten rope at her paws, she was but a thread in a much grander scheme. and she was just content to let it pass her by.

the young woman would nod to her owner, her pale rose eyes looking upon him. trying to drink everything he was at once. he was mainly blue - like the deep waves of an ocean. but then he changed to the northern lights. maybe he was fire. she heard it both hindered and helped. but one thing never changed; the vacant, unwelcomed blur of his facial features. it was like looking at abstract art. there was no sense to it, yet there was much passion behind it. she gave a soft whine, pressing her ears against her skull and lowering her head. she couldn't tell what color his eyes were for long before they shifted to another odd color. she couldn't tell if he had kindness in them or hate. all she knew is that he was just like any other person she was unable to distinguish.

Niamh lifted her head after awhile, staring at him openly but making no sound. her skull tilted, eyes questioning his next actions. despite no sound coming from her, the girl was expressive. she merely waited for him to give her an order - she knew her place - but for a split second, her brows furrowed. like my shadow he had said, and she instinctively moved to his side. not close enough to touch him but close enough for him to reach out. a weak wag of her tail was seen as if asking if she had done well.

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