Post by Momo on Aug 7, 2009 11:13:47 GMT -5
“C’mere, girlie. Can’t keep your new Jack waiting,” came the voice of a large red and orange Leveret, sticking his head in the tent Genevieve had shared with two other sister Leverets for nearly two weeks. With a little luck, the Jack would like what he saw and she’d never see this depressing place again. It wasn’t as if the Torque was treated unfairly; no, she had nothing to complain about on that account, but her roommates were horrible companions. All they did was prattle on and on about how they hoped the Jack they were eventually sold to was handsome, and goodness, wouldn’t it be lovely if he made them his Does? Genevieve found it funny that it never occurred to them that they would most likely be separated, and that a Leveret’s purpose was to work, not daydream.
Maybe that was why she was going to a new home and they were being left behind. Moving with poise despite the heavy golden collar – thank you again, daddy dear – encircling her neck, the Torque obediently followed the male Leveret down the short path that would lead to her new warren. For the last week or so he had been talking trade with the Jack, and it was finally coming to fruition. She’d be living in the Sorgaire Range for the foreseeable future, which didn’t bother her; it was lovely and chilly.
“Now, you don’t tell ‘em I said this, but I don’t envy you a bit. Jolly guy, pays well too, but odd all the same,” the Leveret was telling her as they walked. Genevieve didn’t allow herself to lose heart with his judgment; it hardly mattered if he was a bit strange, she would be taking most of her orders from his Does anyway. Still, she hoped that he was respectable, if only so she didn’t become antsy and unhappy.
They continued to walk in silence, and after a while the Torque was finding each step more difficult to take, what with her obnoxious binding pressing against her neck. She managed without complaining, but gave a quiet sigh of relief when they reached the opening of her new Jack’s warren.
Despite herself, her heart skipped a beat as the colorful Leveret knocked on the door. This was it, a chance to prove that her father was wrong about her, even though there wasn’t a drop of Highlander blood running through her veins.
