when violet eyes get brighter

Motif scrambled to her paws and started to move as Deathbelle continued her pace, not stopping despite talking to the slave child. Despite everything, Motif was raised courteous, and her confusion let that bleed through more than rebellion as she moved to keep in step with the slow walking Empress.

Her help was expected, and that almost rankled her, before she remembered she was a slave here. She didn’t say anything in response to that, not sure what help Deathbelle expected of her. She supplied the answer to that pretty quickly, and the young girls ears went back, wondering if her next words would lead to that punishment she kept thinking about. “I- I’ve never been to a desert before Ma’m” she admitted, which also meant she didn’t know the herbs that grew in one.