Post by verthandi on Sept 28, 2016 4:34:16 GMT -6
The ground never bothered her. Nor the bugs that crept over it or the dirt others would scowl at. To her, it was part of life - something that made the place come alive with all it's wonders and mysteries when voices did not occupy the space. Carefully she let a finger run alongside the edge of the fur, sometimes touching the ground and sometimes not. It seemed like such a small thing to notice, but the hairs seemed to curve towards the earth as if it sought back to it's roots. This animal that she so carelessly had been forced upon, had probably lived a life few could imagine. It had lived each day to it's fullest, so when it's end came, it would not object. Everyone knew that their day would come and even she would one day get pale and cold.
A silent sigh escaped her lips as her masters knee penetrated her back. She did not know if it was for show or something else, but he always put her in front of himself on the ground and himself in a chair. When she was younger, she had wondered how she must look like through others eyes, but years had carved that need down to it's bare bones. She knew what she was and so did her master. As a puppet to a puppeteer, she pulled her dual colored gaze from the ground and to where her master commanded. The man was ugly, teeth almost none existent and a grin that promised everything else but pleasure. She should have refused, should have shown disgust or even a tiny flicker of disapproval, but there was none to be found in her angelic face. She accepted her fate as easily as a starved dog accepts a bone - without question.
The sound of voices was always a nice backdrop when such grim events would take place. The sound of coins however, always rang clearer and when the men started talking terms, she let her eyes wander to the ground again. It was not until the mezzanine went quiet and a wave of cold air made the flames flicker, that she let her focus leave the pebbles on the ground between the hides.
A cloak. That was what her eyes caught. Black as the darkest night and neatly kept, she let her cusiosity take over and followed it upwards. What her eyes saw would take the breath from every man, but to her - it did nothing but put a faint smile on her lips.
