Mischief maker

She nodded as Vesper relented with her actual name.
"A beautiful name," Ignita remarked honestly, then drew her attention back to Ollie as he asked her a question.

"I suppose I have." She started humbly, "I mean I've worked hard, sure." She rubbed one of her arms with a paw shyly. She couldn't help but feel she practically cheated the system by slipping into Basilisk's bed, by accident. But if that were truly the case she'd still be a slave wouldn't she?

She tilted her head with a furrowed brow then at Ollie's gibe toward Vesper. The dynamic certainly wasn't the same as her own and the Warlords. He seemed still so uncertain of himself. He wasn't supposed to offer the slave a choice of the name. She shook her head, she'll let him figure this out. She couldn't help but slyly roll her eyes at him in Vesper's direction. As if to confide over the audacity of these boys.

"Speech"