Something felt... wrong. Master was never this kind. Nor had she heard the name Lodine before. As the man paused to yell at someone, Nica turned her head, and looked curiously at the Duskwight. She was pretty; half her face was the moon, and half her face was the night sky, and she couldn't tell which half she liked better.
"Whata lookin at ya wench!" the man cried, before walking away.
Nica placed her head against his shoulder, to peer over it at the receding Duskwight. Were all pretty people called wenches? She would have to remember that, for future use.
Part of her wanted to purr, part of her wanted to get away, and part of her waited for further instruction. Master would tell her what to do, he always had. Master... her eyes slid shut... Nica won't fail...
"I promise," she said.
"Whata lookin at ya wench!" the man cried, before walking away.
Nica placed her head against his shoulder, to peer over it at the receding Duskwight. Were all pretty people called wenches? She would have to remember that, for future use.
Part of her wanted to purr, part of her wanted to get away, and part of her waited for further instruction. Master would tell her what to do, he always had. Master... her eyes slid shut... Nica won't fail...
"I promise," she said.
