@bornpariah / not like the others.
The child is terrified and it is obvious; too - wide eyes ------ electric green only turned more saturated with the force of her tears. Small hands tremble. She doesn’t understand; she just knows that this is very, very wrong. She should feel safe here. She has always felt self here. At the home that she was raised in, and yet ---
Master has had many guests lately. All interested in her.
But he isn’t like the ones that came before her. They treated her as a curiosity at best or a tool at worst ----------- eyes cruel and wanting for the power she isn’t yet aware of. IMPERSONAL. Yet this man is different. His eyes are kind.
“Avanna, ser.” Amelia remembers her manners, even crying like she is. The child bows. She’s never had a reason to be so formal before ( master is gentle with her, indulges her mood, or did before the dreams came ) but now she senses that it is in her best interests to remain POLITE. “I --- I am. I am Amelia Rose.”