Don't Blink
10-01-2014, 06:53 PM
His indignant rumblings made the woman tense, and she blinked at the giant man. She was not technically of Old Ebony, more just a byproduct of it's success. She had no right to anything an actual wolf of Old Ebony did, it was made clear in her youth. Along with her rights as a bastard. Her rights were to the things her mother could offer. That was all. Nothing of the kingdom was hers in any way, and she wasn't to trespass. She'd had that beaten into her at a very young, and impressionable age. She knew these things better than her mother's own last name, which she had begrudgingly taken. However, she did not use it when she wasn't in the presence of those who might abuse her for using her father's. Lyonovei's anger was without reason in her mind, though the droop in her usually wagging tail signaled the shift in her mood as easily as vocalizing it. She regarded him with mismatched jewels in ice and lavender tones, wondering where this could have come from. he must be mistaken. Truly, she did not warrant that title. She gave a weak hum of agreement, simply appeasing the irate giant. She was far from desiring a temper like that to be rampant around her. Sacha so loathed aggression, for obvious reasons. Dark audits would tilt backward, two toned optics widening ever so slightly in the face of his wrath. At the mention of freedom, she blinked again. Freedom? Had he spoken to miss Azalea about letting her go? That was very nice of him, but nothing she had seen led her to this conclusion. did he plan to simply leave? She couldn't do that, she'd promised miss Azalea that she would stay until she'd paid her dues. It was only right, after trespassing like she had. She took a step after the molten giant, but hesitated before she even came remotely close to the edge of the border. "Where are we going?" She inquired tentatively, her usually boisterous and bubbly tones cooled by her flashback to days gone by and her once upon a time home in the north. She cocked her head to one side again, narrowing her bicoloured orbs at him in mild suspicion. "Will there be things to collect there? Can we look for cool things there?" She continued, perking up as she did. She would so love to go out and find new trinkets, shiny things and colourful things, strange things and soft things. Yes, that would be nice. An adventure and new things to add to her growing collection. "Speech" |
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