i took it all for the chase

If she were truly a bird Ignita's feathers would have fluffed up with glee as he deferred to her most generously. She watched them exit the den, her eyes lingering first on the luscious way his form moved then lingered curiously on the woman's receding steps. Despite the songbird's submissive pose, Ignita saw a determination and hidden confidence in her gait that Ignita had lacked in her early days. She didn't skitter along, she strode.

Oh, Bas... What was she going to do with an indentured servant? She would have much rather had a book for a wedding gift than a... slave.

She laid her head down as she found herself alone with her possum Idalia. Trying her best to think about it all later, in the morning.

-exit Ignita-