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Amy lol...Selene=lunatic NO POSTING ORDER.
Oh she hated this. Solitude and the deranged side effects that commonly frequented the small hybrid. Sleeplessness. The refusal to eat. At least she had found pretty things. The shorts she had plundered through the piles of varied treasures in the city had been completed by an almost translucent black fabric, adorned with a majestic rearing white cobra, like a skirt...But not quite. Her sword stay hung at her left thigh, protection just in case. Beauty wasn't the thought here, the angry scars that marred her black-booted legs were just too much to bear. Shirts and blouses...What was the point? It had been a couple of days now, from not seeing her beloved. The previous night, the coydog had indulged herself by burrowing herself into a pile of clothing, throwing the words around her head. He still cared...Maybe. He still wanted her...Could be. Strangely, those words comforted her. Did he keep her in his thoughts? Maybe she can assure herself. Maybe he did. Maybe he was going to return to her. Maybe right now he was thinking of her. The red-eyed woman did not know, those questions just didn't scatter or disappear.. The effects after the raid and after Isa had left even an invisible scar amongst the young woman, a scar not physically seen. But a scar of fear, of worry. That Hadley was just going to abandon her after all this. How could he not see that her whole life, was for him? He wasn't going to leave her...He just couldn't. He said he loved her right?
Sel didn't even pay much attention to the dull grey backdrop of the late evening, or the different stores that long ago she would have plundered and taken precious goods from. It wasn't really worth it any more. Just the clothing, that was all that it was really worth. Delicate paws stepped lightly down the cracked and grey street, a sigh upon her lips. He's just gone for a little while... Selene told herself, fighting the worry and emotions, shoving the feeling of abandonment behind her. But what was there to do? To amuse herself? Not much. To the Italian's delight, there was a liquor store. Sitting there just for her wandering soul to take up the numbing nourishment. Tail waving, Selene pushed her way through the cracked window-like door, almost gagging at the scent of sour wine. It was a mess, many bottles broken and the precious liquid strewn in red rivulets down the slick surface of the floor. "Wonderful." Sel breathed sarcastically, stepping lightly over sharp shards of the shattered bottles. Just a while ago, the taste of the burning liquor was something to be disgusted, after Hadley left for a little while it had technically became her good friend and comfort. There was nothing to hold onto! How was she to know he was doing alright? The sighing coydog found the tall racks of wine, looking up at her store of free booze. Most were intact, and almost greedily the black gloved hands reached for the savory beverages. She took as many as she could carry. Four. Two held precariously in each hand. The young woman left the store behind her, her short skirt billowing softly in the wind behind her as she left it behind.
Selene had found her safety in an old motel, pushing her way into a room that seemed to be uninhabited. She threw the bottles on the bed, a happy relaxed sound whooshing from her lungs. She left the door open, not expecting any visitors or unwanted guests. They'd know better not to trespass right? In an exhausted display, the Optime woman threw her sword to the floor by the cracked window in the room, away from the door from any thieves. How she missed Hadley, how she wanted to show him this room and share it. But he was off alone, much to her dismay. What ways was there to keep entertained? Who was there around to hold and be happy with? What was there to do? Scarring arms wrapped around her upper body, keeping herself in a self-embrace. Hadley's were much better though. Reaching over, small hands popped the top off one of the wine bottles, throwing the cork away in the corner of the room. Lifting the bottle to her lips, Sel indulged herself in the alcohol, feeling it burn all the way down her throat. Those bottles of sickly red wine: Those were her obligation that night. Her relief of worry and boredom.
Amy drifted through the city, searching for the store that held the alcohol. She didn't drink much, occasionally selling it to others. Her personal stock was here in the city though, as was other buildings that she had marked and covered with glass on the floor to dissuade intruders. Not that it always worked. Stubborn canines did come through, raiding the stores that she had found containing items she might want to take and sell someday.
Such was the case today. Arriving at the liquor store Amy's hackles raised at the sight of bloody pawprints leaving it. Angrily she followed after, sword in hand. It was easy to follow, still fresh as she entered a motel. Barging into the room where the thief was Amy stared in surprise at the sight of Selene, sitting there with her sword thrown away and working at emptying one of four bottles. Selene? Whatever are you doing? This was no behavior for an heiress. Crossing over Amy moved to yank the bottle away.
Dhiate followed close on Amy's heels. He wasn't sure he was supposed to follow, but he was fairly certain Amy didn't want him wandering around the city alone. He'd never been anywhere near here, and who knew who was around here. Amy had begun to grow farther away, so with a small hop, he began to walk faster. He watched her disappear into a building. Hesitating at the doorway, he craned his neck to get a look at it. He'd seen nothing like it before. How great must be the creatures who had created these structures.
He looked to where Amy had disappeared. She wasn't there. In a panic, he ran in, following her scent. Dhiate turned a corner and almost rammed into his golden mistress. He peered around her to see a pretty young female drowning her sorrows with some liquid. He glanced to his mistress when she addressed the stranger. Amy walked into the room leaving Dhiate alone standing in the doorway. His gray blue eyes remained riveted on the female. Her scent... there was something familiar on it. He couldn't put his finger on it. They had never met before so why? Perhaps she was in the same pack as someone he knew. Perhaps.
On the bed, the hybrid lay upon her back, bottle in hand. Great. It was already beginning to kick in. A laugh fell from a thin muzzle as she rolled over, taking another swig. Large ears flattened as a sound down the hallway averted her attention, looking up to see the golden woman scolding her for the bottle. At her outstretched hand, Sel rolled a foot away from the golden woman, clutching the bottle to her chest. "What does it look like donna?" Selene rarely used her Italian, yet even in intoxication it fell impeccably from her lips. Amy wasn't alone, a light colored man was in the doorway, his eyes upon her caused just a little bit of discomfort. Still faced with reality, the Italian placed the bottle between thin knees and sighed. "How ya doin' Amy? Who's your friend?" Her interest was not really focused on the stranger with the slaver, just a little greeting that seemed to be right.
Hadley. She missed the man. He would have liked this mountain of booze. Sitting up on her knees, small hands gestured to the bottles on the bed beside her. Be my guests." A grin was set upon her coyote face, welcoming and altogether drunken. At least she was able to keep a "little dignity. "Prendere alcuni!" Sel waved her tail slowly, sizing up her "guests." Hadley was afraid of Amy. Red eyes narrowed suspiciously, but then again were lost in the alcohol. "Tututut..." She shook her finger before Amy, "Don't even ask." This stranger she had with her, was he a slave? Another like Hadley that Amy had captured? Her mind really, really seemed to not have to time for that unfortunately. Picking up the bottle, the slim woman reclined against the pillows on the bed. After the Fedele downed the rest of the bottle, Sel glanced over to her companions. "'Cause who can give up a good bottle?" Lyrics were innocent, laced with sweetness. This was the heiress' right, Amy could not take away her entertainment.
The small hybrid rolled away from her, clutching the bottle tightly to her chest like a life saver. Shaking her head Amy's ears flattened. Donna? What was Selene thinking, using such a disrespectful tone to address her better. Growling Amy glanced over at Dhiate. This was hardly something she wanted him to see. The female was acting completely disgraceful, and was drunk out of her mind. Amy's wish to protect Dhiate's innocence was surprising for her to realize, but it was still there. Dhiate, why don't you return to the wagon and get Raoth. Her voice was gentle, a soft command underneath the suggesting tone.
Turning back to face Selene Amy shook her head. I was doing well, until someone decided to raid my liquor stash. He's none of your concern. There was no way Amy was letting Selene anywhere near Dhiate until the hybrid either sobered up or offered something to buy him. Eying the scattered bottles Amy sighed. Gathering up the remaining ones she placed them near the door for Raoth to take back to the store. Angrily Amy marched over to Selene. You're drunk, and making a fool of yourself. Now give me the bottle and we'll go sober you up.
Dhiate was young and innocent and pure in the ways of luperci. While it may be true that in a few days time all of that innocence would be shot out the window, at the moment it was as if he were still drinking his mother's milk. It showed clear on his face as his jaw dropped at the atrocious behavior of this girl. What the hell was wrong with her? He gulped in an almost frightened manner. He'd never seen anything like this... Was she losing her mind? Was he in the presence of a psychotic meltdown?
Again his gaze was averted by his mistress's voice. It took only a second for the words to register in his brain. And he was perfectly willing to follow their orders. With a nod, he was already fleeing the scene, flinging a "Yes ma'am" behind him as he ran. He wove through the decaying mess of a city with his long braid out behind him, strands falling loose. He didn't know why the sight of that girl in such a state frightened him. It shouldn't. He'd seen Amy's wrath directed towards Raoth, yet he still adored her. He feared nothing but her disapproval. But this girl... He'd prefer to have Amy beat him than to find himself in such a state. There was something more than what he saw.
He turned the corner of a building and the wagon was in view. Dhiate was proud he'd been able to make it without a single wrong turn, but he'd strained himself. His breathing was ragged and he was wheezing. Dhiate doubled over, coughing hard enough that Raoth heard and left the wagon to investigate. Dhiate looked up and managed to choke out a few words. "Mis..tress... Wants you... At the..." He couldn't say anymore, because he didn't know what to say. Another few coughs. He turned around and started back to the building, Raoth close behind.
It took a lot longer to get back than it had to leave. Raoth smirked the entire way at Dhiate's discomfort and weakness. When they finally arrived, it was all Dhiate could do to lean up against the door frame, still catching his breath. Despite all this, he was lucky. Had it been a week before, he'd have been coughing up blood. He watched as Raoth calmly walked into the building and come out with a few bottles while he remained outside. He didn't want to see any more.
Sel listened to Amy's words with half interest, watching distractedly out the door. Ears flattened as if the brown female was insulted, looking down to the floor as if a child caught in the act of something extremely uncouth. A sigh fell from the lips of the hybrid as the bottles were whisked away, "I didn't know they were yours. Seemed like free game when I found them. Take them then." Reddish eyes watched the creamy man leave, turning back to Amy and leaving the bottle on the bedside. Thin arms wrapped around her body, Sel faced the one who had taken her only way of entertainment. "So, what in Hades name am I supposed to do now Amy? Wait and wait until I do have something worthwhile?" Even in her slightly intoxicated state, Selene was careful with her words. Wait until Hadley returned. Who knew? Maybe she would encounter him somewhere. Still...This was the present and it didn't seem like it was reachable enough until later. She had remembered promising to him, that he would see her again an entirely different person. How was that to happen? Placing a couple of fingers on her forehead, Selene looked to her black feet. "I'm sorry...I have forgotten how to be near others...Men at most." Sel smirked, remembering her awkwardness with the slave, Dhiate. She hadn't done anything to out of character, all it was a bit of mumbling. Insane almost. She shook her head as the man remained in the doorway, noticing his return.
Hell, she better just leave this room. Better than being watched upon by a slaver and her slave. She hadn't run around the room, they better not be losing their lunches now, because frankly she hadn't lost hers on them. Red eyes rolled, moving fluidly like a feline to the corner of the room. Fuck. Her booze had been taken, and she barely did anything. "Look. You are both trespassing in my room. There's plenty down the hall, like fifteen or so. But if you want things to go well in my little domain, my little place of privacy...It's don't disrespect my vices--Or leave." The young woman said coldly, a hand raised and pointed towards the door. If only this had been used in Italy. Her mother likely used this commanding tone, to address her people and attendants. If only she was still alive, maybe she would be proud. Smoothing her unnoticed raised hackles, Sel looked calmly at the canines, "Genestho The coydog whispered slowly, as if some sort of commanding power had taken the fiery vixen over.
"Now. The reason I am here is my...I guess you can call him lover is gone for a little while. There's nothing to do. Thanks for taking that." Sel glanced to Amy, fingernails clicking on the windowsill she leaned gently against, "Anything worthwhile?" Oh now the commanding was asking for advice. How pitiful. The girl had no time for it, eyes darkened. This was no time to screw around, this was her room. Shouldn't she be granted the permission to do what she wanted? Sighing, her entertainment stripped, Selene crossed her scarring arms, looking to the pair before her. She hadn't meant to be disrespectful, not at all! Maybe they were just sensitive, as the hybrid could feel the crackling unsure energy in the muffled air of the room. This was supposed to be her time off! Brows raised, the Cavalierite averted her mind to Hadley. What was he doing? Was he safe? She was doing this for him, well not really. But they both needed time. Perhaps some time to change.
Amy's face twisted with distaste as the heiress spoke. Really, she had no manners at all. Whoever had been raising Selene had done a horrible job. Lifting an ear at Selene's words she shook her head. You never wait for something worthwhile. You make it happen! Whatever have you been learning? Amy relaxed slightly as Dhiate left, glad that she could spare him this sight. Sighing at Selene's words Amy shook her head. If you've truly forgotten how to be around others you deserve to have it beaten into you.
Amy listened incredulously as Selene attempted to act commanding. It was a rather amusing attempt, with all the force and power behind it as a dominant child who was yet to learn how to truly throw their weight around. At the end of it Amy burst into laughter, unable to take her seriously. The last word was spoken quite well though, and even though Amy didn't understand it Amy knew that the power and charisma in that single word was the inheritance of her bloodline. Now only if the silly girl could actually harness it.
The next moment Selene had flipped around, asking Amy for advice. Well for starters, we'll get you sober. Then we can talk. If you still want something to do afterwards, I have plenty for you. The idea of the hybrid giving herself over to the dog pleased Amy to no end. She could shape Selene, help her become the powerful heiress she was meant to be. Amy reached out a hand to guide Selene down to where some water was to sober her up.
Dhiate sat out on the street with his back against the wall of the building across the street (more of a path now) as he watched Raoth come out with a few bottles. Dhiate pulled his knees to his chest and gazed at the dirt in front of his feet. With a sigh, he rested his chin against his knees. It shamed him that he had gone to such lengths to flee from the unknown. Was Amy mad at him?
Dhiate barely glanced up as Raoth plodded over and plopped to the ground next to him. Lately, though they were still far from friends, it seemed as they where something of comrades. Both accepted their fates of forever being Amy's puppets and knew that torturing the other would simply make their own lives worse. So, they had begun to fall into a certain pattern. Dhiate never talked to Raoth unless necessary, and Raoth stopped trying to attack Dhiate. Off course, Amy beating him may have been a factor in all of this. But as it was, they often found each other sitting side by side in silence.
Raoth set the bottles on ground and lay back, soaking in the sun. They made an odd pair, exact opposites in almost every way. Raoth was younger than Dhiate, but had over a foot and dozens of pounds on him. Dhiate's body was pale, slender, curvy, and unmarred by any blemish. Raoth's was dark, broad, muscular and covered in scars. Exact opposites, on opposite sides of the spectrum, but in the same boat. Raoth lay sprawled out while Dhiate curled into himself, both waiting for their mistress's call. If it ever came.
Selene knew very well that commanding was certainly something really really silly to do. With her small stature and bird-thin bones, how in the worlds was she to be demeaning? It just wasn't possible. Still, she demanded at least some respect, perhaps a tantrum was not the answer. So maybe she wasn't as charismatic and charming as her mother, or not as nearly seductive or coy. She wasn't her mother though. She was Selene Vansenza, daughter of Adriano and Cartella Barino. Her father, a trusted high advisor of the leaders. Her worth, was still to be judged. As if she had shaken hands on the deal, Selene dipped her crown to the golden woman. "I trust you know more than me--I even know I need help." Even with her pretty skirt, she was still as scathed and perpetually a small girl, easily mistaken as an adolescent. Could Amy change that for her? At that moment the woman's temperament changed, trusting that this woman, as charmingly deady she was; could put a dent in the coydog that would take away that awkward existence, help her from the depths of hopelessness. Maybe, perhaps Hadley would notice her more when they met again. Never turn her eyes back to that bitch Isa, the one that had threatened her life.
Arms wrapped around her bare chest, feeling uneasy about her choice of garb. As she was led with Amy to the water, Sel glanced to her elder, the wiser one for confirmation. She took long sips of the liquid. In truth, it was much better than swallowing the fire of alcohol. She was an idiot. That was simply a stupid choice. Lifting her wet muzzle and chin, Sel faced the merchant. "Alright then. You teach me...I will learn..." Black hand outreached, brows raised as to shake on the agreement. She didn't care about Dhiate very much to tell the truth, he had fled so quickly as if in disgust of her. That didn't say she wanted to hate him, if a better relationship could be replaced; Sel would take it.
Looking herself over, Selene had the feeling her very being was all incorrect. That her whole way of life was garbage. Everything except wanting Hadley though. Could her life be rewritten? Her persona changed to fit the eyes of judgmental beings? Maybe. And hopefully it would be a great choice. "I fear my lady, that I am not dressed to be that of a dignified Barino. My family would scoff at me. Is there anything by chance that would be of better choice?" The shorts were tattered, and the skirt looked just a little too--the words were lost. It just wouldn't work. Her hair was a tattered rats nest, Sel feared that she was so indecent to be in the company of Amy!
Selene began to drink the water, Amy watching as it seeped the drink out of her. Not feeling that it was fast enough Amy pushed Selene's head fully into the water, letting her entire face get wet. Amy didn't bother holding her, just letting the simple shock of being dunked sober her up. The agreement to let her teach Selene was met by a chilly grin. Amy shook the head, looking at the hybrid in the eye. Don't shake hands so easily. Make sure that you know what you're agreeing to, and that you're in a good position for this. Always appear to be the powerful one in the relationship. Amy's grasp was firm, declaring dominance over the small female before her.
Selene's words about needing an outfit worthy of the dignity of the Barinos had Amy absolutely beaming. Turning her head she glanced to her two slaves. Raoth! Get the wagon. Dhiate, you'll help me. The male had sampled enough of the various outfits Amy had tried on him to know how to tell if something looked good on someone, and his talent when dealing with hair could most certainly be used with this rat's nest. Amy took Selene's arm, guiding her down. When I'm through with you you'll be able to stand and look at me as an equal. Never forget who you are.
Savannah is a bum. She needs to amuse herself. Or else she will start yelling hysterically about some strange man who had fallen through her porch and gotten stuck...XD had to skip over, sorry for sucky failness
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Selene nodded quietly as her actions were criticized by the higher woman before her, so she was walking garbage. No wonder things were difficult and awkward when it came to others, technically Sel was a walking trash can. Her worth deemed suiting towards that now. Amy could help her right? Maybe? "Alright then." There was growing frustration, shall the hybrid simply sit there and fear being so critically judged? Her liability in this was a fair bit shaky, horribly terrifying. Her spirits were brightened as a smile spread across Amy's face, had she done the right thing? The heiress cringed slightly at Amy's loud commanding voice, would she ever be this way? There had never been a reason in her life to have an entire persona and grandeur re-make, it just wasn't needed! Black arms crossed themselves, Dhiate looked better than she did! "What makes you believe u can't hold up whatever you throw at me?" Sel asked cooly, a calm curiosity in her warm eyes. Wasn't this for her sake?
It was also for Hadley's. Maybe it wouldn't be too long before he gave up on her wimpy personality, walked away in the shadows of her flaws. This could all be fixed! They could be happy. Wait. Dhiate was helping with this? Wasn't this...To be blunt, kinda something feminine to do? It only enhanced her curiosity, eyes widening in surprise. Amy's words brought a smile to her petite features, "I'm sure. I'm sure." Still, it was hard to imagine herself as irresistible, charismatic as her mother or Amy. Wasn't she still a child? Technically. It was not impossible, but a start. A tail waved slowly being her, the tawny banner expressing her contentment. This would certainly keep her occupied with the time he was gone, it would be as if he never left. Eyes remained fixated on the door, watching for Raoth or Dhiate, growing more and more haughty layers of curiosity and unrest, this was all too much. Stepping to the corner of the room, Sel quietly pulled the thin fabric of the skirt from her tattered shorts, throwing it down on the floor. Her legs were absolutely scarred, not too bad but just as plentiful. Stupid arrows.
Both light and dark slaves jumped to attention at there names. Previously, both had been sitting, eyes to the ground with their ears pricked forward to catch as much as they could. Raoth grabbed the bottles beside him and began sprinting to the wagon. He could take it, he was in much better shape. Dhiate glared in his companion's direction before rolling his eyes and slowly heading back into the warzone.
Upon entering the threshold of the the desecrated building, Dhiate shuddered. He'd caught enough of the conversation to know this: the female he'd seen before was apparently of a powerful position but needed Amy's help to be able to take that position. And she needed wardrobe help. As his eyes set once more on the girl, he understood what he was called for. Before he could stop himself, both eyebrows were gone beneath dark bangs and an astonished look broke across his face. Her long hair was tangled and wet, a mess and for some reason it bugged him. It bugged him like a tick that refused to leave. He knew it would bite at him until he fixed the problem. Dhiate bit his lip as he always did before looking to Amy for permission. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make her beautiful.
He heard the clopping of hooves and turned to see Raoth leading the horse and wagon over. Perfect. Without realizing it, a wide smile of excitement split his face in two. This would be fun.
Amy nodded at the glance Dhiate threw her way. She was confident that he could untangle it, even if the only hairstyle he really knew how to do was braiding. Well, that and a ponytail. That wasn't too hard to figure out though. Outside Amy stepped over to the wagon. Opening it up she looked through for something appropriate for her puppet. With her help Selene would be in her debt, and have to do the favors Amy asked her to. Especially considering how she'd be the one to put Selene in a position where she could claim the power.
Digging through Amy pulled out a midriff shirt, one that would emphasize the small hybrid's curves while taking away from the childish shape with the more mature upper appearance. It was a cool burnt orange color, flowing in the sleeves and knotting just below her breasts. The next part was harder to pick out. Amy had noticed the scars on Selene's legs, and just like how Amy would never wear something exposing her back Amy had to choose something for the girl that would keep her legs from being exposed. Amy pulled out a pair of black pants, ones that would cling to Selene's legs. Satisfied with this outfit Amy returned to inside, carrying some small ruby earrings. Hopefully Dhiate had been able to get the worst out of the way with the hair.
This in a way was most exciting, even that unforgivable childish wonder had slipped back, why had she become so innocent in moments such as these? Sure, Selene was an absolute terror to look at at the moment, her matting hair and scarring physique. How was the small hybrid to pay off this? To give back to her gracious assistance. In a way, it so traitorously plagued the small woman, this wasn't possible. No one could change. Or could they? Any came back with many things, such beautiful things that the hybrid's eyes widened in curiosity. Those were meant for pretty girls. Not a small child-woman without the knowledge to charm, or keep anyone's attention for almost no time. The brown female looked up to Dhiate, he too looked deep in thought with the crisis of her hair. Was this-Was this some sort if makeover? But...Well it was hers. Glancing to Amy, Selene quietly asked "What shall I give to you in return?" Anything almost...This was much too important to simply walk away from the pricetag.
Selene approached to look at the clothing, it certainly wasn't anything she would consider, believing that her body wasn't suited to such fineries. The Italian smiled quietly at the form-fitting clothing, just itching to try them on. What was supposed to happen? Was she to sit? To stand? To get ready? Glancing to Dhiate, Sel slowly lowered to the side of the bed. "What now...I mean--" When was she to try on the clothing? What if they didn't look right? What if there was no way it would work? Maybe she was just a child...These--These were meant for beautiful and powerful women, charming and seductive...Sel was sure she was none of those!
Dhiate took his mistress's cue and began to place his hands on Selene's hair. He grabbed a lock and worked his slender fingers through it, gently tugging out the knots. Swiftly and efficiently, he continued doing this, but it took longer than he would have thought. She had a lot of knots and some where harder than others. When he had undone most of the knots, he ran his fingers through her hair to search for more and sure enough, he found more. Dhiate rolled his big blue eyes in frustration and scowled. What had she done to her hair? Again he kept on untangling every knot he could find, and again he ran his fingers through her hair in search of more. To his ultimate surprise, he couldn't find any more.
A big grin replaced his scowl and he watched as Amy came in with clothes. Those would look magnificent, he thought. Dhiate stepped back to allow Selene to investigate her new attire and walked over to his mistress. He held his hands behind his back and his eyes were questioning. What did she wish for him to do with her hair? He had a few ideas, but he had to know if it would go against Amy's wishes first.
Glancing at the hair Amy nodded with approval. It looked much better now, a sleek cascade of dark hair falling over Selene's shoulders instead of the disaster that had been there previously. Passing the clothes over to Selene she listened to the question, licking her lips with anticipation. A letter will be just fine. If I can get one from the heiress of the Barino family it will clear the debt perfectly. Amy didn't mention what she would want written in the letter, allowing the light weight of it to softly caress the girl before they moved on and Selene discovered the true price.
The uncertain way Selene spoke had Amy sighing with exasperation. Raising her hand she slapped the fool across the face. Act with some confidence! Clothes have been given to you, go try them on! You'll look good on them. If you come out still acting like a child I'll send you back until you move the way you're supposed to. Failure of this level would not be tolerated. Seeing a Barino member in such disgrace was despicable by all means. Glancing over to Dhiate to share her disappointment in Selene's behavior Amy was intrigued at the glisten in his eyes. He had ideas? Amy nodded her head, interested in what her slave would show her.
There was so many reasons to thank Dhiate and Amy, Sel felt so much better! Her hair! It was so light and silky...In gratitude, Selene lifted her head to give a thankful smile to her so skilled companion Dhiate. Eyes remained on the clothing. The merchant spoke of a letter, whatever letter she meant, the girl didn't know. Ears lowered confused, "What letter do you need?" One about Italy? Sel did not want to go back. She had Hadley! Leaving for a forgotten legacy would be an unfixable problem. Selene reeled back as a sharp sting across her face, a black hand clutched her cheek. Small frustrated tears welled in her eyes, face contorted in silent rage. Act with confidence? How?
Saying nothing more, the heiress scooped the small pile of clothing, moving silently to the corner of the room. Quickly, without shame the filthy shorts were pulled from heavily scarred legs. The comforting cool of the fresh fabric let a smile spread over her features, slipping on the form fitting clothes. There was no mirror, but simply looking down showed the extreme grandeur of the beauty the clothing had. "Oh...they're beautiful..." Not her though, she couldn't possibly live up to such charisma. "Thank you!"
Dhiate's eyes sparkled at his mistress's smile and he returned it. He glowed with joy and could have danced he was so happy. He then turned the smile on Selene. He wished nothing more than Amy's happiness, her approval, and it made him ecstatic to receive it. He stood with his hands behind his back as Selene changes into her new clothes.
Dhiate looked at Amy and began to speak. "I was thinking that maybe we could do a couple of braids in random places, then pull her hair back into a ponytail. Or, we could take two braids from her temples..." He demonstrated by pulling at the fur in front of his ears around his temples. "We could tie them back behind her head and make like a circlet around her. In both styles you could probably put some ribbons or chains in the braids to add some color or accent what she's wearing. But whatever pleases you mistress."
He looked at Selene in a sort of focus. In his mind's eye, he could see both styles and he was unsure what would be best. Another idea came. "We could, perhaps, wet her hair and place it in braids or twists so that when it dries, her hair would have a sort of wave to it." He hoped his mistress was pleased with his ideas, and he gave a small chuckle at Selene's reaction to her new attire.
Amy shook her head firmly at the question. We'll discuss that later. For now get changed. She watched Selene move over to the corner, shamelessly stripping down. Well, the last time they had met Selene hadn't been wearing anything. It was quite clear the heiress wasn't used to clothing. That would be fixed though. Amy would make sure she learned how to be civilized, turning away from the bestial ways of the savages around them.
Amy didn't smile at Selene's reaction, simply moving to look the girl over. The outfit fit her quite nicely, bringing out the heiress' best features. Satisfied with the results Amy stepped back, listening to Dhiate's suggestions. I believe the circlet would look the best on her. Grant her some elegance to her appearance, don't you think? For the moment the difference in rank between her and Dhiate was forgotten, Amy accidentally treating him as an equal instead her slave.
