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12-17-2013, 04:44 PM
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Her lonely pacing falls in time with the quiet beating of her heart. Da-dump, da-dump, da-dump... on and on and on it goes, and she is so much entwined with this simple tempo that she fails to notice the unicorn queen until the ivory angel is upon her, standing strong and proud and tall and menacing, so very clearly a leader and so very clearly higher ranking than the little buckskin slave. Something about the way she carries herself reminds Kaiylia of the Family, though if the servant-girl had looked into the seraphim's eyes, she would have seen a cruelty that was unmatched by any of her former masters. But it is not her place to meet the eyes of those who would rule her, and so her gaze remains pitched forever to the dirt at her feet, her auds flicked backward and her head lowered in a display of complete submission. She hasn't the capacity for true thought, such freedoms having been beaten from her mind at a young age, but she does have the understanding to feel a surge of relief, for it seems she has found a new master - or, in this case, mistress. Understanding this, she sinks down in a petite, perfect bow, usually reserved only for the Family or their consorts, one knee bent easily beneath her and the other stretched forward. She holds the position, as any slave should until they are told to rise. A sudden noise, a quiet hello, catches her attention, and though her eyes, hidden from the angel behind long lashes, flicker toward the stallion in surprise, her perfect posture doesn't waver, and she does not speak. It is not her place to greet a newcomer, who surely has a higher position than she simply due to the horn upon his brow. After all, she has never seen a pure equine hold slaves; it was always unicorns or pegasi. But something about his demeanor reminds her of herself, though she is smart enough to know when to hold her tongue. The stallion is timid, his hello quiet; if she had been one to speak out of turn, her vocals may well have drowned out his greeting. Despite the knowledge that acknowledging the steed will lead to severe punishment, she cannot help but feel a shock of curiosity about this newcomer, and she hopes that he took note of her shifting gaze before her bi-colored eyes meet the dirt once more. "Talk talk talk." |
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