He watched her move away from him and stood there in silence when she spoke.  His eyes followed her to the darker part of the room and Motto felt his body grow hot.  He was aware that her intention to change her garments but Motto wasn’t actually prepared for the sight of a woman’s naked body.  She moved in a natural way, the ease of how she unfastened things made it seem like a habitual gesture.  Did she switch clothings often?  Unusual but overwhelming all the same.  His eyes stung and Motto blinked many times.  It was as if the Chosen One truly was a flame burning his vision...He would learn to endure it.  It was his duty and honor.  The ache was pleasant if anything.<br/><br/>With new fabrics settled upon her body the small female approached him and mimicked his standing way.  She seemed to be agitated and asked about his name.  There were many happenings this day and Motto felt a thrill of his new role.  He had heard drums and other music of stringed instruments and seen a rainbow of colors on many people.  He had been burned with the symbol of his duty and set his eyes upon the Chosen One for the very first time.  Close to her, he tasted delicious foods and now he had even seen her unclothed.  Surely each day from this point onward could not hold as much as this!  Even so, Motto was calm.  Anger had crept up inside his mind since the Chosen One had asked for privacy and even told him to turn around.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“I am called Motto.”</span>He said to her after a moment.  It seemed she was finished speaking and was waiting for him to answer<span style="color: #00BF00">.  “When you speak I will know it is to me.” </span>It was true.  Who else would the Chosen One talk to?  If she had words with the guide, it would be easy to tell because he would be watching her constantly as it already was.  It reminded Motto of the small problem and his gaze hardened a little.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “You will not hide from me.  I am your protector.” </span>He shifted his weight and frowned in thought.  He was trying to remember her words.  Still looking into her eyes he continued,<span style="color: #00BF00"> “No privacy.  I will always watch over you.  You will not hide from me.”</span><br/><br/>She knew this, did she not? It was strange and unexpected for her to go against the tradition.