01-11-2010, 10:07 PM
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The sun was out today and it lifted Vieira's spirits a little. Her days went on the same often times and there was always a constant rain, snow, or overcast, and the snow as a nice change of pace. She had permission to leave the cave for a little while and she decided to head toward the center of the caves in hopes the fire was up for the group. Unfortunately, no one had lit it that day when she approached and she stared at the burnt logs lightly dusted with fire. Her head turned to look in the direction of her cave, almost decided to ask Kaena to help but she decided against it. She was out here to get out of the woman's hair, not further mess around when the woman wanted to be alone.
Vieira took a long breath and managed to catch a fresh scent of Rikka in addition to something that was odd. Her head turned to see the young woman hanging around the entrance of her den with items she could not decipher of their purpose from her position. Her hands lingered at the sides of her hips as she moved around the pit, approaching the cave quietly and looking at what she was doing. Her eyes settled on the woman's hands, watching her actions, before calling out to her. "Miss Rikka," she greeted politely and lingered a few yards away in case the other did not want to be bothered. Rikka had reacted differently than the woman had seen before and did not want to upset her if she could help it.
The slave thought the girl was nice, at least, and wanted a bit more of her company. The way Rikka treated her the first time felt odd but it was comforting, as if Vieira was more than just a slave. Deep down, the woman knew she would be nothing more and it would not change; she was unfortunately so dependent on her owner at the time.
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The sun was out today and it lifted Vieira's spirits a little. Her days went on the same often times and there was always a constant rain, snow, or overcast, and the snow as a nice change of pace. She had permission to leave the cave for a little while and she decided to head toward the center of the caves in hopes the fire was up for the group. Unfortunately, no one had lit it that day when she approached and she stared at the burnt logs lightly dusted with fire. Her head turned to look in the direction of her cave, almost decided to ask Kaena to help but she decided against it. She was out here to get out of the woman's hair, not further mess around when the woman wanted to be alone.
Vieira took a long breath and managed to catch a fresh scent of Rikka in addition to something that was odd. Her head turned to see the young woman hanging around the entrance of her den with items she could not decipher of their purpose from her position. Her hands lingered at the sides of her hips as she moved around the pit, approaching the cave quietly and looking at what she was doing. Her eyes settled on the woman's hands, watching her actions, before calling out to her. "Miss Rikka," she greeted politely and lingered a few yards away in case the other did not want to be bothered. Rikka had reacted differently than the woman had seen before and did not want to upset her if she could help it.
The slave thought the girl was nice, at least, and wanted a bit more of her company. The way Rikka treated her the first time felt odd but it was comforting, as if Vieira was more than just a slave. Deep down, the woman knew she would be nothing more and it would not change; she was unfortunately so dependent on her owner at the time.
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