I Roved Out
She followed and was quiet in her observation of the ship. Loxa had never known luxury ... at least, not the sort that the creme de la crop of the galaxy would know. Luxury was a roof over her head, fresh kill on the spit over the fire, a warm pelted bed or hammock, the songs of her sisters, and the spare time and safety to enjoy it all. His ship lacked ... most of those things, but the witch wasn't about to turn her nose up at a free ride.
She also had no idea what five-star treatment meant. It sounded bright and probably quite hot.
At the comment on her weight, she paused to look down at herself, arms splayed slightly, <<This One will do her part ... but what does work have to do with This One's weight?>>
At least she was self-aware enough to know that she was a bit on the lean side.
<<It is not very much.>>
She also had no idea what five-star treatment meant. It sounded bright and probably quite hot.
At the comment on her weight, she paused to look down at herself, arms splayed slightly, <<This One will do her part ... but what does work have to do with This One's weight?>>
At least she was self-aware enough to know that she was a bit on the lean side.
<<It is not very much.>>