she learned now that her master was a quick-witted man.
Jupiter was unphased by the Winterfell wolf's offer, readying scathing remarks. Niamh's ears pinned against her skull as the two men locked their wits and resolve. she had some strange and unwanted respect for the blue-furred man not backing down - both from the attempt at an assault and the offer to buy his new slave from him. but then again, she also had a more honest respect for Fracture. he was noble and did things to be 'good' to all. not just for himself, compared to her master.
but she hoped that Jupiter would sell her to the dark man. she had to have hope, else she'd fall into despair. she could whine and complain about her situation, refusing to eat and socialize in the way she could or she could... try to be mature about it. she had no fighting spirit - both verbally and physically. she was weak in the sunlight where most wolves basked in their joy. she could not defend against anyone. lifting her head after Fracture spoke, she stared at him but tried not to look desperate. true, her master had treated her nicely so far but she still had an opinion.
if it was Jupiter or Fracture, she'd go with the Winterfell man in a heartbeat. the idea of 'freedom' again... it was almost too sweet.
"Speech"
niamh is selectively mute and does not talk; not even to give her name. as such people are free to make up names for her or assume one
she also has face blindness and will not recognize your character unless she is constantly exposed to them.
