race me! race me!

She explained that she wasn't from Boreas - which was the same for his parents. Mortis had been born and raised here, it was the only family he knew. His head still leaned against her coat, her fur warm and soft beneath his ear. He could stay up here for forever, away from responsibilities and worries. Just him and his friend. A nice dream, but he knew it was only a daydream and nothing more.

She mentioned 'keepers' and he frowned at the word. What did she mean, exactly? Why did they.... 'keep' her? He shook his head, the first thought to come to mind not a nice one. He knew what slavery was, after all, his father had been born a slave. Was that what she meant? Or were they caring for her for her family for some reason.

When she mentioned them returning for her, that she was here only temporarily, he started in surprise. He leaned slightly away from her, mouth opening as though to say something. Then closing again. A pause, and then he repeated thr gesture. But, he couldn't find how to say the words. Instead, he concentrated on a different part. An easier part, through not one he liked. "What do you mean by keeper? What did they keep you... for?"