<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/>Paislee quietly listened to Orca as she cooked,<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one is not sure if he will like the bacon or maple sausage that the human spoke of. This one has never had anything like that, as far as he knows."</span>Paislee hid a small smile,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Oh, I think you'll enjoy it very much, Orca..."</span><br/><br/>The creature did not reply to that, but instead decided to explain his actions from earlier,<span style="color: #0040FF"> "This one panicked when he saw the human in that condition. He didn't do it for the human though, this one acted out of fear for his own life."</span>The woman at the stove nodded, though she did not face him. She was simply showing that she was listening to his reason--and so far it made sense. He was still technically a slave and her death would simply reenter him into the trade. She had a feeling of what he would say next, but said nothing.<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one had been placed into the auction from before because his previous owner had pushed him to far, causing this one to end his life. This one knew that if his current human were to perish, he would end up back in the purchasing chains. He would be poked with the sharp sticks and starved again. The thoughts caused this one to see without reason, and his body moved on it's own," </span>Orca explained, causing Paislee to finally turn around to face him.<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one acted selfishly and deeply regrets his actions,"</span>he finished, curling his tail close to him.<br/><br/>Dark eyes looked up to the ceiling as Paislee attempted to find the words to explain her feelings on the matter without worrying Orca about such consequences. She wasn't sure there was anything she could do to alleviate those fears, however she knew there was something she might be able to do--something she would share with Orca once she spoke to her contact. She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest and looked back at the intimidating, yet rather adorable Orca.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Orca, I am not good with speaking to others--so I will simply speak what I feel...I am not likely to die anytime soon and I have been in worse situations. My injuries were superficial at best. I understand your panic, but such reaction would not bode well in public and I am hard pressed not to let you attend any outing with me based on such reactions..."</span>She took a breath, then brought a hand to rub the tip of her nose as she gave a small sneeze,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Excuse me...anyway, I am willing to attempt allowing you to accompany me--because this morning was simply a mistake on both our parts. I should have warned you how I may return and that is my fault. So we will lock this memory away as a good lesson and try to consider one another a bit better. Your fears were just and I apologize for causing that fear for you." </span><br/><br/>Silence expanded in the small kitchen and Paislee turned around to finish their breakfast. Once it was done, she built them both bowls and plates, bring them to the table. Paislee caught the vision of Orca's ears perking up and noted that his tail tip was flicking rapidly in anticipation. It seemed the creature was very much pleased with the scent of the food and confirmed it with his words,<span style="color: #0040FF"> "You said that you were making...Authentic bacon and maple sausage? This one is aware that he stated this before, but this one is sure he has never had it before. This one would have remembered the scent."</span>Paislee gave a small laugh, setting down a bowl and plate in front of Orca as he licked his teeth in anticipation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"It is a rather satisfying food, if you were to ask me. It's incredibly difficult to obtain, but I tend to be able to manage--if you like it enough, perhaps I will find a way to get more some time,"</span>Paislee said as she built them both cups of coffee and some water.<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Sometimes I forget the smaller things that slaves miss out on--I usually think about the abuse, the lack of freedom...but never how slaves could be denied bacon...for some reason that seems to be the most grievous of crimes to me,"</span>Paislee joked as she handed Orca his spoon and fork. She dipped her own spoon into her porridge, bringing it to her mouth though pausing for a moment,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I am joking of course, Orca--what you've been through is far worse than being denied bacon. I do not mean to belittle your experiences."</span>