Be strong like stone, but swift like the wind.
08-08-2014, 07:51 PM
When the other woman spoke there was no hostility, yet it was a clear, calm tone. Her words, though likely not meant that way, were scolding. A greeting, some acknowledgement of her presence. The young woman would lower her gaze, trying to force out some sort of apology. Yet she expected some sort of punishment for failing to do so. She could hear the other stranger approaching, her movements slow, yet in some part of her mind it had Arietta screaming, trying to warn her of something... or tell of her of something past. She couldn't shake the feeling, even when she tried to force it away. Gaze would lift back to the other, tail tucked between her legs. The question the other asked at the end truly made something stir. Slave... was... was that what she had been to Sin? How he was able to leave so easily? "I..." She shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts and her words. "You're right. I'm sorry. I am... Arietta." She swallowed, making herself look at the other. "I guess you could say I would be easy to make a slave regardless... I have no fighting skills... and barely enough hunting skills to keep me and my daughter fed now that my mate has disappeared with our sons..." Her voice would get low, a bit more distance as she said the last bit. Why. That question gnawed at her. "...Forgive me... I should not be pouring my problems on you... I can... I can leave if you wish..." Her gaze would lower again. She was lost. Truly lost without Sin. Yet all she had ever been in the end was a slave. Perhaps that was all she was destined to be. Speech, Thought |