I Want A Moment To Be Real

Reila was easily able to break off nice and usable pieces of wood off the old trees as well as some sticks and tinder. The land was a magnificent space, but not one she hadn't seen before. Luckily there were few harsh memories of the actual travels she had in the slave line, so walking through the oaks or the falls or the canyon, none of it struck her the wrong way or made her feel bad. If anything she was grateful.

She returned to where Chimera had set up camp, waiting for her to return with the supply of wood. She placed it nearby the fire pit for him to start on before she noticed the striking pelt laid over the more usual furs. She was rather dense when it came to the thought that the pelt was for her and only went to stand beside it to take a glance at it, "Oh, this is nice. Is it yours?" She had seen leopards before, and in fact their pelts too. She had laid with numerous masters that had them set in their dens or quarters on the ship and it was almost like a sense of royalty or wealth, or at least in her mind. It was no different in thought of Chimera. He was royal, he was wealthy. Maybe he just wanted to make use of the pelt for once instead of having it for show in his own den. Or maybe he was trying to show off a little to her too.

"Reila"