The time has come

Her eyes stayed off the female, but she could feel the vibrations of her steps as she walked up to her. She flinched slightly when the woman bent down to lick her crown, but allowed the soft touch. She was slightly confused, she had been expecting a blow where there was softness. Caring and kind. Sibelle then leaned forward and began to pick off the twigs and leaves that clung to her side, and she found herself letting out a hopeless sob. Why was she being so kind to her? Why was she embracing her where she should be beating her back down, since Ekko way overstepped the line. But no, all debris was pulled from her form in such a caring movement, that she felt stuck. With a heavy thud the female pulled herself down, she could see her face out of the corner of her downcast eyes now. Tears brimmed in her blue eyes, threatening to spill over. She felt so lost, she had no idea what was going on.

The tiny female didn't dare to meet the female's gaze, even though she could feel Sibelle's eyes searching her face. Suddenly aware of her scar, she tucked the side of her face close to her shoulder, trying to hide her ugliness from the queen. When Sibelle said that she was sorry though, Ekko's ears flattened against her skull and her pale gaze very quickly scanned over her face. Sorry? For what? Sibelle had only put Ekko back in place, she had grown too bold for a slave. "It's fine." She said simply, her famous two words falling from her lips. Still she did not meet her gaze, but found a very interesting blade of grass to study. Such green-ness...