Don't You Love Me?

[Lira Dajenn]

It was hours later that Nemene returned, the slave hold cargo doors opened up to reveal Raven Haired Queen, her nose crinkling slightly at the stench of the vomit permeating the room. She frowned slightly as she stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the hard durasteel flooring. She stepped up in front of the wasting woman, seeing that she was reading the book pleased her, almost enough to allow her to ignore the foul stench coming from the room.

She looked down at Evelynn, a smile actually forming on her face.

“Has my pet been learning?” The confidence in her tone told that she already knew the answer. “A good little pet would have something else prepared for her Mistress by now.”

Coaxing another spell. Another ability for her to see. “Perhaps it would even be enough to get her out of this hold.”

Evelynn would not receive her own room of course, but she would at least be taken out of her chains, given a few rags to cover herself with, and taken away from the stench of her own vomit and fluids. The more use she showed, the more privileges she would receive.

 

[Louise]

A combination of fear and devotion drove her. If she could learn something substantial, something that would impress her Mistress then perhaps her small transgression could be ignored. Yes. Yes.

Learn for Goddess.

Evelynn pushed herself harder than she had ever been, under the thorny watch of Quietus, under the cruel hand of Kaine, no, no, that was nothing compared to the utter work and devotion that the mute poured into her study. Each word was absorbed as if this were the last thing she would ever read.

This time it was a step up from just a manifestation. It was a real ability, an aura and while a simple aura wasn't the apocalypse bringing kind of ability that a Master Sorceress could bring forth it was still something, it was still substantial.

It was almost amusing. The aura of uneasiness was primarily used to ward off creatures, essentially an ability that countered her own skill-set, but that wasn't to say that it didn't affect sentient beings, no, it did, it made them feel ill, uncomfortable, it could lower guards, break concentration and lead to bad decisions. If powerful enough it could kill hope and snuff out light.

Baby steps.

In her time alone Evelynn had made a couple of attempts already to cast the aura but had just fallen short, left panting and tiring. Of course when her Mistress re-entered the hold the creature was given a new sense of vigour. Her very reason for this was standing, expecting, willing to even reward her despite not even being deserving of it.

Y-yes, Goddessss....

Hatred. Terror. Humiliation. Disgust.

Once again those skeletal hands did weave, producing once more that crimson fog. This time however, the hands pushed outwards and while the mist did dissipate the effects began to take hold of the air within the hold. It wasn't strong, it was her first casting but discomfort became present, the feeling of slight anxiety combined with an itch that you just couldn't scratch.

It was mild, but it was there. A proper spell.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene felt it. The effects of the spell filled the room and a prickle began to stab at the back of her neck. She could feel a hint of...not fear, not anxiety...but instead discomfort. She could feel the unease rise up in her, as if she did not want to be in this hold, as if it was pushing her out. Her eyes darted down to her pet, frowning slightly as she realized that was what the spells intended purpose was, to drive away those with weak minds, to push them away.

What a clever little trick for clearing a room. She smiled slightly, looking down at Evelyn. She had to actively resist the feeling now, push it down in the back of her mind so that it did not bother her.

“Stop.” The command came, and almost instantly she felt the feeling drift away. This spell, it had some use. “What a delightful little trick Evie has learned!”

A new pet name, she was trying it out.

“I think she deserves a treat.” Nemene snapped her fingers again, and the force sprang out. The snap of a lock rang out, and the collar around Evelynn's neck fell to the ground. The Raven Haired Queen had never been strong with the force, but unlocking a simple collar was not beyond her. She smiled broadly at Evelynn, encouraging the girl to come forward into her grasp.

 

[Louise]

Nemene said stop, and thus she stopped.

A much needed relief as fatigue started to wear on her fragile mind and body. Skin slick with sweat, veins of black that spiralled up her arms protruded with no mind for what was aesthetically pleasing. Far from a physically fit creature, she panted, such a simple spell taking so much energy. The pure discomfort from her blatant overindulgence still sat within her stomach and her throat, with nothing to wash down the sensation of vomit she had simply put up with that acidic taste lurking, burning.

It was all worth it, however. She had pleased her Goddess. What a good girl Evie was, what entertainment she provides with her little tricks. Treats for Evie. In the depths of her being the woman was aflame with rage, a rage that simply could not break through to the surface no matter how hard she tried, all Evelynn could do was sit back and observe as she became less and less of a person and more of an animal, a pet.

The collar dropped to the unforgiving floor, metal upon metal echoing throughout the hold and the creature, the creature held by bliss at the sight of Nemene's smile crawled across the ground to kneel before her Goddess. It was a treat just to be before her, to be so close.

Pure worship filled those glazed grey eyes to the brim.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene patted Evie on the top of the head, congratulating her for being a good little Sorceress. There was still much more for her to learn, much more for her to do, but for now Nemene was pleased with the progress her pet had made, and it was time to give her a reward.

“Come Evie.” Nemene's voice was calming and suggestive. She turned away from Evelynn and began to walk out of the hold. “Let us get you a treat.”

Her steps clicked within the Slavehold, sharp heels on dull metal resounded out over and over again, and then suddenly stopped. “Don't forget your book.”

Nemene then walked out of the slavehold, fully expecting Evelynn to follow her. The pet would be bathed, clothed, and put into a new room. She would not be alone in the room, but instead would be housed with three of Nemene's more favored slaves, the women that dressed her and bathed her when she couldn't be bothered to do it herself. The room was not much more than a cell with four beds, but it was a step up from the Slaveholds.

That was where Evie would now stay, that would be her new home, among the servants.

But of course she needed room to study, and so Nemene brought her Sorceress to another room aboard the ship, a big wide open chamber, resembling a meditation room. At the center of the room was a small pedestal, and at the base of it a single chain with a collar at the end. Nemene led Evie to the pedestal, and then gave her a command. “Sit.”

 

[Louise]

Carrying the book of untold knowledge the she followed her Mistress. Naturally, the large tome wouldn't allow for crawling, so she scurried behind, hunched and hobbling like a crippled little wretch. Before her downfall into the realms of being sub-human the woman had used a staff to aid her movement, given that a particular balcony incident had done some irreparable damage to those fragile stick legs.

Now this really was a treat!

She was washed, given clothes to cover her back and a more suitable place to sleep. Well, anything was more suitable than a metal floor, but a bed! What luxury. Words could not describe the creature's elation. She was being spoiled!

To the mute it felt as if she was being pampered. Bathed and clothed, and all she had to do was learn sorcery. Of course, caught up in a state of happy delirium little Evie did not consider that Sith Sorcery would eventually take a toll. She could not spend her waking hours pouring everything into the learning of such powerful magic. Not without rest. But Nemene was not a patient Goddess. If she pushed too hard there would be consequences.

Of course, all of this escaped the mind of a simple pet eager to please.

Brought to a new room the woman's eyes flitted around, there wasn't actually much to look at. The focal point was the pedestal in the centre, where she was taken to. Nemene said sit, and so she sat. Like a good little pet.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene smiled as her pet obeyed, that was something she would truly never get used to. The purely elation she felt when Evie followed her every word, it was a divine feeling of absolute control. One that she suspected would never grow dull. As Evelynn knelt before her Nemene felt goosebumps roll up her flesh. Yes, this was simply too good.

Slowly she paced around Evelynn, walking around her and inspecting her pet for a few moments before picking up the collar from the floor.

The Sith Lady placed the cold metal against the nape of Evie's neck, letting the clasp shut tightly around her throat. The chain rattled for a moment, and then the collar secured itself in place. The collar seemed to tighten itself around Evelynns throat, tightening automatically, as if it was alive. It pulsed slightly with light as it constricted, forming into place around Evie's neck.

“Now. This will be your school.” There really wasn't a better term for it. “You will be here for 12 hours every day learning from your book. At the end of each day, you will show me a new trick.”

Her voice was solid now, a command was forming. “If you succeed. You will keep your treat and you may wander freely around the ship for the rest of the 12 hours and so as you please.”

She paused for a few moments, letting the blessing of that settle into Evie's simple little mind. Twelve hours every day to do as she wished. Sure she was stuck on a ship, constantly being watched and looked over, but it was 12 hours of freedom, controlled freedom but freedom nonetheless.

“But if you fail. You will get far worse than the slavehold.” Nemene said the words with a whisper, letting her lips brush against Evie's ear as she said them.

 

[Louise]

Her school.

Evie, the pet, the creature, the child.

It seemed apt that at the grand age of twenty-eight that the woman required schooling. Being caught in Nemene's thrall seemed to have an entirely negative impact upon Evelynn's intelligence. Oh sure, when commanded to she could absorb complex Sith Sorcery, translate dead tongues to Galactic Basic and wield the Force with the ease that only her genetics could provide.

But when left to idle the mute simply regressed into a witless and pureile pet. Thoughts once centered around pain and pleasure had become reduced to nothing more than her new basic tenets of existence.

Be a good little Evie. Learn for Mistress. Be a useful little pet. Learn for Goddess. Treats for Evie. Treats for tricks.

Yesss, Goddesss...

She nodded eagerly, the notion that she might not survive twelve hours of sorcery a day inconceivable. Loyal Evie was good, and she would perform whatever task set before her until she could no longer stand, and then some. There would be no failure, there could be no failure.

However, little did the creature realise that she was still fatigued from her previous exertions. Sith Sorcery was renowned for withering the body, decaying the mind and she was only just beginning. Too much, too fast. It was coming, but not just yet.

Without another word the pet opened the the tome from where she last left off and delved into an ancient world once more.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She patted Evie on the head once again, a placating little touch that would have to hold her over for some time. The Raven Haired Queen smiled, and then cupped Evie's chin beneath her hand, holding up her face so that she could stare directly into the womans eyes. Bright glowing orange stared into cool deep gray.

“Be good Evie.” Nemene patted the little Sorceresses cheek, and then turned away from her.

She made her way out of the “school” and back into the halls of the frigate. A massive set of blast doors shut behind her, and flood lights illuminate the pedestal where Evie had been left. She had more than enough light, and room, to practice her magics. Eventually Nemene suspected that she would need test subjects on which to work her spells, but those were plenty.

The Raven Haired Queen grinned slightly as she began to walk down the hall towards her own training area. Evelynn was hers, and she was finally learning something useful.

It was true that Nemene herself could never even think of using Sorcery. Her own strength in the force even now was lack luster at best. She had the power to make herself stronger, to heal herself, and make herself a blur in the eyes of others, but Sorcery? No. It was something that she could never use, she simply didn't have the strength.

But with Evie as an extension of herself, with Sorcery at her very beck and call. Oh yes, she could do wonderful things.

 

[Louise]

Those slight touches, the way that Nemene petted and patted, reducing the once notable Evelynn to nothing more than a snivelling cur. Those very touches sent jolts of delight down the creature's spine, sending a detestable little smile across her wretched face, like an addict getting that long-awaited first hit of the day. In tandem with the eye contact those touches only served to further cement her sister's control, something that would need to be monitored if the pet was going to spend so much time in isolation.

Thoughts can change. Control can slip.

I w-will, Goddess. Al-always.

The moment her Mistress left, good little Evie returned to her studies as if she were a droid programmed to do so. This time she would opt for something a touch more impressive, beyond mere auras and into the realms of aggression. Force blast. Yes, yes. Goddess would be so pleased if Evie learned that trick. The very concept gave her warmth.

Unfortunately in terms of Sith Magic nobody had taken a moment to interject. It had been incredibly impressive for the creature to pick up the understanding and bare bones of this unique branch of the Force. Sorcery took years to master. Her own mother Karin Dorn had conquered these same skills over methodical decades of careful practice and with enough time off to prevent the usual harm from coming to herself.

Evie did not have decades, nor a guiding hand to tell her to slow down.

Eyes flitted across page after page, absorbing each and every detail, no matter how small. Words. Rituals. Hand gestures. Accounts straight from the hands of the most notable Sith in the Galaxy were not to be taken lightly and little Evie was good, she was studious.

Too studious.

It had evaded her notice thus far but the tips of the woman's fingers were beginning to blacken. The toll of wielding such unfathomable powers, they differed from person-to-person. Minds degenerated, bodies decayed, the senses died. The puppet's body was already exhausted, mind depleted by the blinders of Talith's control denied her awareness of that fact.

So she pushed. Hands, weaving and wandering. Breaths, heavy and laboured. The creature's head stooped down low as if holding it up was just too much effort. Each time she would try. Each time her mist would dissipate, each time quicker than the last, each casting a failure. The blackening of her finger tips crawled up slowly, reaching the very top knuckle.

It stunk of rot.

But Evie had to be good. She had to learn. Learn for Goddess. Be good. Get treats. The fear of what could have been worse than the slavehold lingered upon the edge of her mind. Before it had been inconceivable that she could fail, but now, now it seemed too real. If she couldn't do this then she wasn't good. If she wasn't good then there would be no treats, Mistress would be displeased.

Those same thoughts began to loop on end for what felt like eternity as the mute pushed herself beyond barriers that shouldn't have been reached. In a moment of desperation her body overrode the commands that had been set, and the skeletal creature's body shut down for a much needed rest.

With her back slumped against the pedestal the Silent Sister slumbered.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

It was nearly twelve hours on the dot when Nemene returned, the doors to the “school” opening slowly to reveal her now dressed in soft silken robes, clearly the Queen had been sleeping. Displeasure coursed through her as she saw Evelynn sleeping against the pedestal, her eyes filling with a calm fury.

The soft pitter patter of feet rang out in the cavernous room as Nemene made her way towards Evelynn, step by step drawing closer, with evil in her eyes. She reached Evie, looking down at her pet with a scowl on her face, she did not awaken even now. With close inspecting eyes Nemene searched over her Sister, eyes darting about her body. She quickly began to see the signs of decay, the rot of her finger and the loosening of her nails.

Her frown turned to a scowl.

The Worthless creature could not even control her own strength, could not even ward off the effects of Sorcery at the very beginning. The urge to spit venom nearly overcame her, but instead she began to draw upon herself. Purple lines drew up her arm, starting form her index finger. She reached out, and tapped Evelynn on the forehead.

In an instant Evelynn would feel a rush of energy, followed by a stabbing of pain.

This was Nemene's healing, the touch of a Queen. Blackened and corrupted finger tips would return to normal, broken and decomposed nails would return their luster, hair would regrow, and Evelynns corruption would disappear...but at a cost.

Seconds would turn to hours, minutes into weeks. Evelynn would awaken to a world of pain. It would not be a pain she would enjoy, it was not physical, but of the mind. She would awaken to a world where time was almost at a standstill, and very moment she was pierced by a thousand blades. It would only take a minute to heal her, but it would take her a lifetime to awaken.

 

[Louise]

Too exhausted to dream, Evelynn's body began to partake in the gradual recovery process. With no sensation of pain to act as her barrier the woman was essentially left clueless to her own limits, combined with this overwhelming blind devotion to Nemene the chances of the mute burning herself out was very great. Too great.

Of course, she was not to be left to her much needed slumber.

The woman came gasping back to life, having only felt this sensation one one previous occasion. Her first encounter with Nemene Talith had of course, been unpleasant. With Evelynn having been blinded in an unfortunate light crystal incident, the saintly woman had taken it upon herself to heal this ailment.

Understand now that this was not a good thing.

Nemene's personal brand of healing was a horror show of the worst variety. In repairing Evelynn's vision she had essentially taken all life, all colour from the girl and twisted her into the pain obsessed monstrosity that the Galaxy got the pleasure of getting acquainted with. Through searing agony she had become something that better fit the design and wants of her bond sister.

The mute seized, falling from the pedestal to the floor, back arched, strangled noises of horror escaping her throat. Time slowed to a standstill. Her entire being was on fire, and it was not the glorious flames of lust that she had been so accustomed to. So intense she could not resist, could not move, could not think. Evelynn would have begged for her to stop.

But so great was her torment that it was impossible to communicate. This was a void of pain.

The black washed away from her finger tips, lost strands of hair regrew right there and then in shades darker than her natural colour, eyes went from that dead uncaring grey to a blue so bright, so striking, so frozen. Whether the change had been forced by Nemene or an unconscious act of healing was yet to be seen.

Finally after an eternity that might have been Chaos itself the pain ceased, and Evelynn was left whimpering upon hands and knees, skeletal limbs trembling in fear and shock.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene looked down at her pet, staring into cold blue eyes with clear disdain.

Evie had failed her. She had failed to learn a new spell in time, failed to please Nemene, failed to do anything of use. The Mother of Lies thought, ideas forming in her mind. It was clear that Nemene was none too pleased by what had happened here, by what Evie had done to herself. The Queen scowled, and then took a step back from her pet, as if the creature had soiled herself and stunk to high heaven.

“Bad.” It was like talking to a dog.

That little statement would sting Evie to high horrors, but it was nothing compared to what was about to happen. There was no slow creeping of lines across the skin this time, no partial change of her hands and feet, no. This time the switch came instantaneously.

One moment Nemene's skin appeared completely normal, the next her entire body was criss crossed entirely with deep etched purple lines. Intricate patterns and shapes burned into her flesh, and a purple aura rose from each of the thin violet lines. Her eyes were consumed, glowing brightly as they stared into cold blue. She scowled down at her pet, and poured the force into their bond.

The Mother of Lies strengthened their connection, pouring her malice, hatred, and displeasure into the thing that linked them.

Then, she simply said one word. One solid command. “Hurt.”

 

[Louise]

It was an impossible situation for the wretched creature.

There was no chance that poor little Evie could have learned another spell in such a short amount of time without a break, without more time. No, she would have died before mastering Force Blast, and that was the simple truth. Devotion pushed her towards that path and had her body not shut itself down then perhaps we would be one less sister.

However, had she objected to further learning without rest then, well, here we are, at that crossroad. Her entire life was reduced to a game that was rigged, that she would never win.

Tears began to drown those arctic orbs, upon her hands and knees a hand stretched out to grasp at the feet of her. G-g-g-god-goddess. I'm s-s-s-s-s-s-

"Hurt."

In an instant pain exploded throughout her, somehow managing to be worse than Nemene's signature brand of healing. Emotions that the creature didn't even know that she had suddenly flared, and every single one was the worst. The worst terror. The worst anxiety. There was no hope. There was only shame, confusion, sorrow. Despair. Hurt. This worked in tandem with the physical pain. Poor Evie. She felt every inch of her being, as if her skin was aflame, as if her insides were being devoured by acid.

This hurt, it completely debilitated her. Her limbs gave in, she collapsed into a heap upon the unforgiving metal floor. Body curling up like a spider caught in the throws of death. The shreds of noise that came from her throat were guttural at best, animal in quality. It urged anybody who heard to put her down.

Nemene was right, this was worse than the slavehold.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stared.

She did not move, she did not budge an inch. For hours upon hours Nemene stood in place above her pet. The purple lines remained stationary upon her skin, not moving, not shifting, only giving off slight pulses now and again. The Raven Haired Queen stared at Evie, for seven hours, she stood and stared. She watched her pets suffering, her glowing eyes never moving away from the new icy orbs that had taken over Evelynn's eyes.

For hours on end, Nemene simply stared. Then, finally, her voice erupted. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, and from no where.

“Stop.” The voice resounded in the room, and the hurt within Evelynn would cease. The bond remained just as powerful as before. The purple still lined her skin, and the glow still erupted form her eyes. She stared down at her pet, disdain behind the glow of her eyes. She still was not pleased, but it was only the first time that Evelynn had failed her, the punishment could not go on forever.

“Do you see what happens when you do not learn Evie? What happens when you disappoint me?” Her voice still echoed, still resounded within the room. “Perhaps I put too much faith in you. Perhaps I was wrong in trusting you. Perhaps...i should get another pet.”

Absurd. She had already done so much work with Evie, but she didn't know that.

 

[Louise]

Hours.

Not like the healing, which only seemed to alter time to feel like forever. Oh no, this was an actual eternity. Hours upon hours spent in the pits of torment. The sheer weight of the hurt, both physical and mental kept her pinned to the floor, completely incapacitated. For seven hours, the creature remained in that hell, with Nemene watching down with only the most impassive eye.

Her mind too scattered and too stretched by the onslaught of negative emotions she didn't have time to think. There was only pain. Only punishment. Eventually the woman's body found itself curled into a ball, limbs slick with sweat simply trembling as she lay there and took every ounce of hurt.

It finally stopped.

To make room for an altogether different kind of onslaught. After showing the miserable wretch the price of failure her Goddess went on to ponder Evie's worth as a pet, and her mind even turned to replacing her. This of course, horrified the creature, who immediately returned to her knees and began to shake her head profusely.

G-g-g-g-g-g-

Not this again. This had been conquered. No. No. Stop regressing. Unfortunately Evie didn't take that little nugget on board and reached out to grovel at the feet of her Goddess, who promptly took a step back and out of her reach. The chain went taught, collar pulling back upon the creature's neck who looked up at her Mistress with a combination of terror and sorrow in those newly blued eyes.

P-p-p-puh-p-p-

Goddess wants Evie to learn. Be good Evie, get treats. Treats for a good pet. Be a good little sorceress. No more hurt, no more hurt for Evie. Perform tricks for Goddess. Tricks for treats.

If she wanted to prove her worth to her Mistress then she would have to show her. The creature took everything, every ounce of emotion that Evelynn trapped deep within the surface felt and combined it with her own desire to please, to satisfy her Goddess and shifted it to her hands. The fear of being replaced. The dark side energies which sat it her hands actively burned flesh, yet came with no pain.

No cost is too great for Goddess.

From upon her knees, with no care or concern for her own well-being the thing known as Evie sent a blast of those gathered energies past Nemene and directly at the wall behind her. The wall never stood a chance, with the blast of the Force having put a hole straight through it, obliterating matter with little disregard.

She was still exhausted. Body and mind still tired. But the desire and compulsion to please her Mistress surpassed her own needs. Looking up at the woman Evie's desperate eyes searched for approval, she didn't want to be replaced.

Evie would be good.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

The frown on her face instantly transformed into a look of delight. Her eyebrows raising slightly in surprise as the wall behind Nemene was turned into dust. In near surprise the purple lines disappeared from Nemene's skin, her eyes returning to normal and her face become clear and smooth once again. Nemene looked like her self again, and her hands shot up and began to clap.

It was a quick enthusiastic clap, congratulating her pet on a job well done.

“See Evie?” Her voice was delighted, her hands falling again. “When you put effort into things you can do them just fine.”

She spoke as if Evelynn had not been trying to entire time, as if she had been slacking off during the twelve hours she had had to learn. “Evie can be very good. When she wants to be.”

There was disappointment in those last few words, as if she had not like punishing her pet. It had been necessary of course, she would not learn otherwise. Now of course was the question, would she give Evie a treat? Or would she leave her here to sleep. She pondered for a moment, thinking to herself. On the one hand, she had performed well, on the other hand however she had needed...encouragement to do so.

After a moment more of thought, Nemene waved her hand.

The clicking of the lock sounded, and the collar fell from Evie's throat. Moments later, the blast doors opened and a slave walked into the room, raven haired and smartly dressed in black and gold livery, Nemene mark burned into the top of her chest. The woman held a chain that rattled slightly.

“Walk her, then put her to bed.” Nemene turned and looked at the slave, who simply nodded at her in response, favoring the Queen with a soft smile as she moved to obey the command. “Be good.”

The command went to Evie, and then Nemene left.

 

[Louise]

Praise.

It sent more than just joy shooting down the creature's spine. Without even realising it the wretched woman's face broke into a grin, automatic reaction. The correct stimulus brings the correct response. Even just the sheer satisfaction she could hear in the voice of her Goddess, but then confusion came.

Effort. When you put effort.

Evie's brows furrowed slightly, but she had tried, she had tried until the highest point of exhaustion. She couldn't prevent her own body from shutting itself down. Or could she? Maybe she hadn't tried hard enough. If Evie really wanted to be good she would have kept going. She could have kept going. Evie was bad. Evie had deserved her punishment.

Deep beneath the surface Evelynn screamed, trying to pierce that thick veil of Nemene's control, as if she could break the grip that her sister held over her entire being. No such luck.

With a clatter the collar fell to the ground and in came a woman that Evie was not so enthusiastic to see. She was one of her Goddess's slaves, one that had perhaps spent too much time around Talith having picked up upon that sadistic nature. The woman known as Evelynn Dorn longed to squeeze the life out of that fat neck, watch bloodshot eyes roll into the back of that head, hear the glory song of a death rattle.

Evie the pet however merely averted her gaze and shied away somewhat, well, until those two words came into play. Be good. Those words, as simple as they were reaffirmed control, and silenced the ever growing protests of the woman beneath. With her head bowed in submission Evie hobbled behind the slave, legs stiff and tired although with her unwavering desire to be good the creature did not falter of lag behind, keeping up with the pace as she was walked around the entire ship.

Eventually the pet was brought back to her new rooms and an actual bed. What a world. In no time at all the exhausted little Evie fell asleep, too tired to dream or perhaps too stupid and if left uninterrupted it was likely that she would have slept for the entire twelve hours.