Let's Wander [End]

[thea]

Harlow wasn’t sure yet if she was happy with her current circumstances. On one hand, from what she had seen of her new Jack he was a fine specimen; not her father, of course, but he had a respectable amount of Does and Leverets, so at least her being here wasn’t an insult to her heritage. However, she couldn’t help but remember how lovely it had been working as the trader’s assistant. She hadn’t been ‘the Lev’ or even just the servant, but his equal, which was exactly what she deserved. The Warren’s location wasn’t helping things either – nothing made her miss the infinite maze of trees that made up the Tulgey Wood more than the bleak landscape of sand and sun of the Wastes.

But the Leveret wasn’t one for self-pity – to her it ranked up there with meekness in terms of unattractiveness –so after a mere moment or two of disappointment she began the process of learning where the kitchen and laundry room were, what meals the Jack and Does enjoyed most, and best of all, which doors had the biggest keyholes to peek through. She had to find entertainment somewhere, and who knew what useful information she might eventually come across?

After tackling the arduous task of folding towels, Harlow found herself roaming the halls, trying to get herself lost. It was a marvelous feeling, getting lost; it reminded her of home. So she drifted away from the larger, more often-used rooms, instead meandering down one narrow corridor after the next. She didn’t expect to run into anyone, but if she did… it all depended on whom the individual was.

[Nako]

Shnikt

That was the sound her claws made as they sprung forth from their sheaths, and then pulling back in just as fast. She was getting rusty with them, having to keep them hidden all the time, and having climbed up the ranks to one of the more preferred Does, she found that his constant need for attention made finding time to herself difficult.

But it was hard to let that power go.. to be preferred. Even when he often made her roll her eyes at his hilarious ways, the fact that she was willing to go out of her way to cater to his whims meant preferential treatment at times. Of course, that position was tentative at best. And the sudden onslaught of attention from one of his other Does was enough to completely distract him from her today. She'd have to watch that one; but likely she was just becoming overly affectionate because she wanted some of that preferential treatment herself.

There were so many nooks and crannies to this warren. Sometimes Aisha would find her way down into the depths of its winding halls just to get a bit of time to herself; she knew her Jack would likely not find his way all the way down into the areas of storage and other dull places. No, he'd much rather lavish himself in the attention of whatever Doe he could find. And tonight, that Doe was -not- her.

There was a noise behind her and she sucked in a breath, bringing her claws back into their sheathes to face the intruder. It was the new leveret... the odd one. What could she say? She'd been caught doing something that wasn't exactly accepted by the Jack; he'd never explicitly stated she -couldn't- expose her claws, but it was certainly not acceptable when he was present. It was as if.. she'd been caught doing something dirty. Covering her awkwardness, she cleared her throat and brushed some nonexistent dirt from her shoulder, not looking the leveret in the eyes. She'd learned already that doing that made for a very.. uncomfortable sensation. She didn't need that feeling right now on top of feeling like she'd just been caught.

"Did you... get turned around?"