11-27-2009, 02:57 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/viera.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:5px; padding-left:20px; padding-right:20px; padding-bottom:95px;"> Vieira could only assume Kaena was getting somewhere. She was getting the idea, somehow, but nonetheless still asking questions. The first made her heart sink; she didn't have an answer. She worried if she did not know or did not answer, a punishment would be served. Her ears swiveled and rested on the back of her head in response. "I do not have an answer, ma'am," she said and hoped it was good enough. She had no other words, no other explanation. She was given such little information about her purpose. Go. Serve, were the simplest way to explain it. It were as if the wheels were turning in her mind and before she got to answer the second question, a third was given. "Yes, ma'am," she answered with another nod and stared at the ground. Vieira wanted desperately to announce she was not here to kill anyone, could probably not even do such an act (physically or mentally) but she withheld speaking again. It was hard for her to speak out of turn or when it was not necessary, and while she had been asked a question (perhaps rhetorical), it was not something she could answer. She resorted to something simple and for now, hoped it to be that way. She had been a little more comfortable with Astaroth and Siravo to say more and it was always overlooked. But now she had a new owner, a new mistress, and she did not know what to expect. |