The lightest âboopâ on the nose.
From this list ^,^ How about some background for Syble and Dvasia?
A faint vibration went through Syble as she relaxed in her quarters, one that predicted sheâd soon be getting a visitor. Sure enough, it was only moments before she heard a soft knock at her door.
âAkirsera?â The door opened a crack and a wide eye the color of moonlight peeked through. âAre you there?â
âYes Dvasia, come in.â
The young silver Cathar opened the door further, peering around with respectful curiosity. No shyness in this one, Syble chuckled to herself as she motioned for Dvasia to come closer. It was one of the traits that the Sith Pureblood had discovered in her ward, along with a fierce determination and thirst for knowledge. Had she attended the Sith Academy she wouldâve been a delight to her her instructors.Â
âIs something troubling you little dis?â
âThe buzzing is back,â she explained and Syble nodded.
âNew slaves. Iâm sure thereâs a new pecking order being established in the pens.â
âItâs soâŠâ Dvasia looked skyward, contemplating, âObnoxious?â
Syble chuckled aloud and nodded again, âYes, Iâm certain it is.â
Looking pleased that sheâd used the proper word, Dvasia stepped towards Syble. âItâs quieter in here.â
The unspoken question in the Catharâs moonlight eyes had Syble holding back a smile. âWould you like to stay here again?â
Dvasia nodded emphatically, âYes, please!âÂ
âVery well.â
Syble stood to slide a narrow cot from underneath her bed then smiled gently as she watched the young Cathar snuggle into the blankets. Her wide pale eyes started closing almost instantly, attesting to how exhausted the kit was and Syble sighed as she sat on the edge of the cot.
âCome to me sooner,â she instructed as she stroked the soft sand-colored mane. âDonât wait until youâre ready to fall over.â
âYes, Akirsera. I just donâtâŠâ the kit yawned hugely. âDonât want to get you in trouble.â
âTrouble?â Syble laughed and lightly booped Dvasiaâs nose. âWho would I be in trouble with?â
âWith Doran.â Dvasia opened her eyes but yawned again. âDonât want him to yell at you. He yells at all the slaves.â
âIâm no slave,â she stated, affronted at the idea. âHe doesnât own me.â
Weariness still filled Dvasiaâs eyes, but she peered at the Pureblood curiously. âThen why do you stay?â
âBecauseâŠâ Syble paused. âWell⊠itâs complicated.â She booped the Catharâs nose again, âToo complicated to discus now. You, get some sleep. Iâll check on the pens then be back, alright.âÂ
âYes Akirsera,â she mumbled sleepily.Â
Syble stroked the kitâs mane gently, waiting for her to fall asleep before she stood again and walked to her door. She glanced back at the scars along Dvasiaâs cheek, her fingers unconsciously gliding over the implants gilding her own red skin.Â
âBecause I have no where to go,â she whispered, answering her wardâs question before pledging. âBut Iâll find one, for both of us.â












