Trophy

It was sad really, that the babe had been raised knowing anything of ?proving? or of ?power?. Here she so effortlessly preached of her worth, and yet she had barely twitched a toe in the one night she had been here. Proving herself didn?t mean to lay back and take what her superiors thrust upon her, it was to be strong enough to deal with it, and some day, to perhaps fight it; to train until she knew she could stand by the sides of Glaciem?s superiors as an equal and battle for what her King so wished. Or hell, just to pull her weight. ?We are no home for the weak, puzzled one,? his voice was but a furtive hiss, ?Allowing yourself to be thrown about is not a suggestion of proof, you have earned nothing, and your attitude on the matter gives me little optimism that that will change.? Despite his stern words it seemed he would recoil, removing all pressure from her side, and again to run salmon tongue across her maw, and down her ribcage. However it was softer now, perhaps giving her a chance to regain her dignity, as he so boldly would groom behind a charcoal ear. What a brainteaser he was, would she make any sense of his actions?