10-08-2018, 12:24 PM
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Keona bit her tongue. A number of protests ran through her mind but not a single word escaped her clamped mouth. Did he know something? See something she did not? The kitten shuffled her paws, unable to hide the frown taking over her features. What did he know? I don't feel anything. Don' tap into anything... Bemused, the child chewed the inside of her cheek.
At least he'd visit. At least this meant someone to talk to other than Pittians and other prisoners and slaves. Some family close by. She felt her shoulders relax. Attentively, the child curled her tail lightly around herself, resting on her paws. A plan. Keona liked plans. And it came with a backup. Oh.
The minnow agrees, inclining her head thoughtfully. She'd heard as much over her time here. Earn it. Why though? Keona did not like the idea of putting forth effort for a bunch of slavers. Kidnappers. They did not deserve her obedience. Her mind. Her paws. The crew'll save us though. For sure.
It won't come to this. Surely. Keona tilted her chin, eyes narrowing. She understood all too well. Fight. Hunt. Everything her crew could do she had to learn one day. Yet off-putting it had came naturally to the child; no need to hunt when she could explore and food offered the moment she came home. Frowning once more, she flexed her tiny, needle-like claws as if for the first time. "[abbr=I understand but I do not like it]Tuigim... Ach ní maith liom é,[/abbr]" she murmured slowly.
"[abbr=will you teach me?]An mbeidh tú ag múineadh dom?[/abbr]" Made the most sense.
At least he'd visit. At least this meant someone to talk to other than Pittians and other prisoners and slaves. Some family close by. She felt her shoulders relax. Attentively, the child curled her tail lightly around herself, resting on her paws. A plan. Keona liked plans. And it came with a backup. Oh.
The minnow agrees, inclining her head thoughtfully. She'd heard as much over her time here. Earn it. Why though? Keona did not like the idea of putting forth effort for a bunch of slavers. Kidnappers. They did not deserve her obedience. Her mind. Her paws. The crew'll save us though. For sure.
It won't come to this. Surely. Keona tilted her chin, eyes narrowing. She understood all too well. Fight. Hunt. Everything her crew could do she had to learn one day. Yet off-putting it had came naturally to the child; no need to hunt when she could explore and food offered the moment she came home. Frowning once more, she flexed her tiny, needle-like claws as if for the first time. "[abbr=I understand but I do not like it]Tuigim... Ach ní maith liom é,[/abbr]" she murmured slowly.
"[abbr=will you teach me?]An mbeidh tú ag múineadh dom?[/abbr]" Made the most sense.
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