“One more story and then it’s off to bed, understood?”
The girl frowned at the injustice, but ultimately conceded with a nod. The togruta always had a way of being uniquely gentle with her. Nurturing almost.
She managed to provide a warmth that the rest of Morzen’s halls distinctly lacked. There was hardly any comfort to be found sweeping stables or diligently scrubbing wine stains from sheets. The slave quarters were made bearable by the sole fact she was there to halve the burden. The girl instinctively found herself tucking her head into the older woman’s shoulder, small hands winding themself around the togruta’s neck. She fiddled with the beaded necklace she found there. A “gift” from Morzen.
Something akin to an amused hum sounded from the togruta’s chest while she threaded fingers through the girl’s hair. She was met with resistance from a net of tangled ends and her laugh brightened.
“You need a trim little one, you’re growing a womp rat nest on your head by the looks of it.”
The girl just shook her head fiercely in protest. She looked like a boy whenever her hair was cut, she’d much rather stay a gutter rat.
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Warm skin morphed into metal. Cain awoke.
A hand clenched around the frame of her cot in a bid to ground herself. She spent a moment there, steadying her breathing and forcing her vision to refocus. The room was empty and, like always, she was alone. Two knees tucked into her chest and she rested her chin atop them. The silence of the room was broken by a small, inhuman growl of discontentment. Cain hated when she dreamed.
The girl frowned at the injustice, but ultimately conceded with a nod. The togruta always had a way of being uniquely gentle with her. Nurturing almost.
She managed to provide a warmth that the rest of Morzen’s halls distinctly lacked. There was hardly any comfort to be found sweeping stables or diligently scrubbing wine stains from sheets. The slave quarters were made bearable by the sole fact she was there to halve the burden. The girl instinctively found herself tucking her head into the older woman’s shoulder, small hands winding themself around the togruta’s neck. She fiddled with the beaded necklace she found there. A “gift” from Morzen.
Something akin to an amused hum sounded from the togruta’s chest while she threaded fingers through the girl’s hair. She was met with resistance from a net of tangled ends and her laugh brightened.
“You need a trim little one, you’re growing a womp rat nest on your head by the looks of it.”
The girl just shook her head fiercely in protest. She looked like a boy whenever her hair was cut, she’d much rather stay a gutter rat.
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Warm skin morphed into metal. Cain awoke.
A hand clenched around the frame of her cot in a bid to ground herself. She spent a moment there, steadying her breathing and forcing her vision to refocus. The room was empty and, like always, she was alone. Two knees tucked into her chest and she rested her chin atop them. The silence of the room was broken by a small, inhuman growl of discontentment. Cain hated when she dreamed.
