Welcome to the club

Glancing subtly up from the corner of her eyes to see why there was a strange delay in the Lady, she found surprise in the rose-eyed stranger. Watching one's Master from a bowed position was something of an art form. A necessary act to gouge what was coming your way.

Idalia straightened in surprise at Iris’s words. The beautiful flower wolf was a handmaiden, making her of the same ranking as Iris herself. Or was she higher, because she served the Queen? Those small nuances could make a big difference in how slaves treated each other. Still being cautious, Lia offered her a smile. “I am, Miss” she agreed. “Idalia - handmaiden to Briar” she explained. “Have you found the leaders here to have strange, peculiar ideas on things?’ hopefully she didn’t get smacked for speaking out about their Masters, but Idalia was curious. So far every wolf she had run into in the Armada was so kind to her, despite the fact she was barely a person.

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