Not the exercise you thought it was
Shelby
07-22-2021, 03:49 PM
Iris nodded quietly as he spoke his sympathy and mentioned how he didn't remember his parents either. The memory of her parents was foggy at best and far buried under years of other memories and traumas to try and remember. She didn't remember what they were like so she didn't even know what she could be missing. It was almost as if she didn't really miss them as much as she missed the life she had before she was captured. The innocence and simplicity of it. She had made her peace with her place in life a long time ago just for her own sake. If she kept wishing for better or kept hoping that things could be different then she would just be constantly miserable and filled with disappointment. She was a slave that had been little more than a toy used by brutes for a long time. That's just how things were.
She thought she would be more surprised or bothered by his statement that if they ever found that man that he would kill him, but she wasn't. He had already told her that she was his now, part of his Armada, and he seemed like the type to be pretty possessive of those that were his. She had been owned by a couple of men that had been that way, though not in the caring, protective sort of way that he seemed to be. They had all grown tired of her after some time. Would he eventually grow tired of her as well? Would she be sold away again? "You won't find him... I haven't seen him in a couple of years. Though I wish you could," she replied softly as she finished scrubbing all the parts of her she could reach and started making sure her fur was washed out. It would be nice to know that the brute that started all of this would finally be punished for what he did to her and that he would be stopped from doing this to any other girls, but who even knew where he was? He had taken her far from her original home when he first captured her and had taken her even further to deliver her to the slavers. She had been carted all over the place since then and she was certain she had no chance in making it back to where she had originally been held even if she wanted to.
She caught something in his statement when he spoke again, talking about how his was the family he chose and made here in the Armada and how the Armada was her family now. Her mind picked out the bit about how this came about after he found his way to freedom. She stopped what she was doing, watching the back of his head curiously since he was still facing away from her. She had never heard anyone else speak of freedom before - no one besides other slaves. She put the bush down on the side of the tub where he had originally placed it and was quiet for a moment as she sat in the warm bath water for a few moments more, reluctant to leave the relaxing, steaming water. She rolled that thought around in her head a few more times, the Warlord becoming more and more of an enigma to her the longer she was with him. "Sir, I hope you don't mind my asking, but..." She hesitated for a moment, her ears flicking with uncertainty. She had never held a conversation like this with one of her masters and most certainly had never questioned them about themselves. He wasn't like the others though, he was different. "Were you also a slave?" she finally asked quietly, orchid eyes on him curiously.