learning your place

Speak up, Speak up

A question. Was he allowed to ask those? It was only know - know what he was supposed to do as Borias had taught him. Seven didn't understand but he listened. Seven was excellent with instructions he committed to memory that the white ones were for drinking. He too needed to drink but he was unsure if he was allowed to drink from those so that was a later subject to tackle. Question! He understood now and nodded his head. Doing as he was told he was quick to fill up the bowl with water... where could he learn to do something like this he was fascinated by such a thing. The stimulation was immense this was an entire new world for him.

Once he brought the water closer to Deathbelle he sat closer to her. Looking to her, he gently lifted his paw to hers. Cautiously he used the other paw to dip in the water then pressed on her pawpads gently with it. One paw on top the wet one on bottom - applying only a small amount of pressure he made sure to check on her as well. Then a word came to his mind a word he so badly wanted to say. What was it again? When you were grateful for someone for doing something. A word that mulled in his head from childhood and early memories of the dark den he grew up in.

"Thanks." he muttered gutterly. It was soft spoken and gravely, but he truely was thankful. He looked up at Deathbelle and gave a sweet smile - doing something he enjoyed being a servant brought him joy. Seven didn't know if anyone would ever understand but he truely thought that this was his place in the world and if he could make his masters happy than so be it.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN