the rusted steel

“I tend to avoid the sun” She said, her voice a little sour in response to the other. She was surprised at how quickly the wolf offered Kite her aid, even if there was little she could do to hold back the tide of sunlight. When Lefty explained her chores, it seemed pretty generic at first - until she went on to explain how Basilisk was making use of her. Ugh. Basilisk. Her nephew was a dick. In pure spite, she wrinkled her nose and said. “Spider isn’t even his kid, just some stray Hazel found out in the woods.” And took home, and adopted, just so she could have another burr in her paw. Unlike Lefty, Spider was not respectful to royalty.

With her eyes fully covered now, she would miss out on any cues to be found on Lefty’s expression - but that didn’t really matter. She was only a slave after all. “I do have a task for you, actually.” She said, happy to realise she had found a wolf to hoist most of her chores onto. Excellent. ”Come. She told Lefty, turning fully away from Left at that, expecting the other to follow.

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