contrecoup

The tiny fae said nothing, as usual. The male would dip his head at her but her body would remain still on the earth, her pale blue eyes remaining downcast. She was a slave through and through, it was hard to step out of her shell. The last time she did that, she was beaten and scarred. Even though she knew that Sibelle was a kind female, and a true master, she was unable to break put of her cocoon. No matter what, fear gripped her belly. Casting a quick glance up at the russet queen, she would whine softly when she could tell that pain was bothering her. A rare moment, Ekko spoke her soft, sweet voice. "Would my lady like some herbs from Orchid?" She asked, not meeting her face as she spoke out of line.

Ekko knew that Sibelle had never punished her for speaking out of line, but it was hard to get rid of that fear that was knotted deep within her brain. It was so difficult to look passed that pain that was her past story, the loss that she had suffered for no fault of her own. She had had a few masters since then, bit none like her sweet lady Sibelle. Downcast eyes looked ever so slightly up at the strange brute, wondering if he would lash out in anger for her speech. Her short tail remained ridged behind her, her whole body frozen as she waited. If Sibelle asked for herbs, she would leave for them and return as quickly as possible. If not, she was rather comfortable in her current position, albeit stiff.

"Speech"
'thoughts'