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Vieira did not often think about the mother she never had, but if she did, it would hit her hard. Mainly because of the way Astaroth had told her and how ruthless he had been. She made the mistake of asking one day and she regretted it but at the same time, she was glad she knew. How could she go on in life knowing the woman that gave birth to her gave her away so easily to a bastard like Astaroth? She heaved a sigh at the thought, her eyes stinging with the tears welling inside. Her hand that did not hold the knife went to her eyes again and brushed back the wetness that formed. She did not want to be caught crying.
Kaena turned to rest the skillet down between them and Vieira poked at them again but Kaena grabbed her knife and Vieira knew better than to get in the way. She was anxious to see how the woman reacted to her cooking, as bland as it might be without spices, and her eyes watched Kaena's movement. However, the knife she selected look familiar and as she stuck it in the fish and picked it up, Vieira's ears fell back against her head. Her golden eyes were lifted slightly to examine the weapon her owner had and was using to hold her lunch. The slave's jaw tightened and her head jerked when she realized she was staring too long and perhaps too high for the hybrid to like it.
Her humanesque hand lifted to the tip of her muzzle as she covered her nose, her hand lightly touching the metal ring that warmed up because of the fire. Vieira lowered her gaze and stared at her lap as the tears welled inside her eyes again and she had a hard time holding the m back even if her hand reached to brush them away.