<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Orca, Paislee mused, looked much like a scolded child. The small noise he emitted sounded much like a cry and Paislee felt a little bad for her reaction--but she decided that the way he had behaved was rather much as well. Orca's woeful eyes gazed down at the floor as he spoke,<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one acted stupid, rushing the human around and forcing his will on her without consider the consequences..." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"Orca, it's---"</span>but she was interrupted as Orca was not finished with his apology, it seemed,<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one also broke the strange device that was left on the human's smaller cushion...In case Paislee didn't see that yet, this one is sorry for that as well." </span>Paislee fidgeted, wondering what she could say. It wasn't that she was mad at Orca, but more so herself. She had not thought her decision through the night before, and while she did not regret it, she certainly knew she had no understanding of how to interact with the slave before her, who was trying to appear smaller.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"I noticed..." </span>she replied without emotion. She wasn't sure, but she had thought she had seen something flash in the eyes of Orca that was akin to sadness. She gave a sigh and her eyes softened,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Look, Orca, I'm not mad...it's just, we're going to have to set up some guidelines and learn more about one another. I don't know what happened in there with you, but I'd like to understand it. Obviously you were concerned about my health, but...your reaction was a bit...much...and I would like to know why..." </span>Paislee paused for a moment, then began speaking again,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"But first, let's eat some breakfast...For all my efforts last night, I managed to find us some authentic bacon and maple sausage...I don't know how you feel about eating meat, but I enjoy it immensely. I'll make us some porridge to go with it, okay?"</span>she said, putting on a strained, but genuine smile.