03-04-2012, 05:33 PM
OOC: Fixing table gives headache 
Amy watched Dhiate drop down, sending a jolt through his legs. She laughed at the pain he'd caused himself, gently rubbing them. Looking around Dhiate declared the place beautiful, making her preen. She still had a lot of fixing up to do inside, having just arrived a few days ago herself, but it truly was a nice place. The best part was that it was out of the way, which meant very few visitors. Amy liked her privacy, and while she enjoyed interacting with others as much as any canine did, she liked choosing when she saw them, and dealing with all kinds of canines just passing through and disturbing her irritated her to no end.
Nodding her head Amy headed inside. Smashed remains of furniture still littered the place from when she'd thrown her tantrum about not having a proper medic at the birthing. Pausing Amy pulled out one of the throwing knives that she'd missed collecting and pocketed it. She headed over to the room that Raoth was chained in and stuck her head inside. Raoth. Need your help. Reluctantly the slave uncoiled, not wanting to face another one of Amy's stuck up guests. Once he was out he looked over at the male. He smirked as he realized that it was a male looking so attractive in those clothes. Raoth this is Dhiate. Look after him. She turned back to Dhiate. He'll help you get used to life here.
Amy watched Dhiate drop down, sending a jolt through his legs. She laughed at the pain he'd caused himself, gently rubbing them. Looking around Dhiate declared the place beautiful, making her preen. She still had a lot of fixing up to do inside, having just arrived a few days ago herself, but it truly was a nice place. The best part was that it was out of the way, which meant very few visitors. Amy liked her privacy, and while she enjoyed interacting with others as much as any canine did, she liked choosing when she saw them, and dealing with all kinds of canines just passing through and disturbing her irritated her to no end.
Nodding her head Amy headed inside. Smashed remains of furniture still littered the place from when she'd thrown her tantrum about not having a proper medic at the birthing. Pausing Amy pulled out one of the throwing knives that she'd missed collecting and pocketed it. She headed over to the room that Raoth was chained in and stuck her head inside. Raoth. Need your help. Reluctantly the slave uncoiled, not wanting to face another one of Amy's stuck up guests. Once he was out he looked over at the male. He smirked as he realized that it was a male looking so attractive in those clothes. Raoth this is Dhiate. Look after him. She turned back to Dhiate. He'll help you get used to life here.