Ignoring the one called Parisfal, Motto seated himself on the floor and continued to watch Dox as she moved to her resting place.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“I am a man.  The number of years are ...twenty and seven.” </span>Why ask such a question?  First his name and now this?  Perhaps she was initiating a bond!  Motto brightened at the prospect.  Bonds with creatures often took longer than this.  But the Chosen One was uncomfortable with his ways...she would become accustomed to that eventually as all animals.  He would simply be firm.  This would need words perhaps?  She talked a lot so it might be helpful.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“You are not a lamb.  You are the Chosen One.” </span>He lifted a hand out to her in a peaceful way and lowered it.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “It is my only duty to protect you until your Sacrifice.  It is ..sacred.” </span>His voice softened.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “I have more than respect for you.  I have deep …”</span>he frowned, he had spoken this day more than in the past year.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “I will watch over you at all times.”</span>He moved his eyes to her feet in frustration.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/b4b72a15f303dc158584861c6537afc4/72e9b00b146bc970-8e/s540x810/296010f01cca690ea610db659dbfd196d9bc9727.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>He was weary.  The carpet was very soft and thick.  The evening air was sweet and cool; a light wind causing fabric to blow in a pretty way near the woman's bed.  She was very pretty also.  Motto felt a rush of heat in his depths once more and thought it might be the meal.  He would make his leavings in the morning...whenever he learned of the customs in the place.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"What are you ways?"</span>He felt his own blush strange and unpleasant.  Motto didn't blush many times before this in all his days.<span style="color: #00BF00">"For l-leavings?"</span>Ah some called it by other words!  How troublesome.<span style="color: #00BF00"> "..Waste?  Droppings?  DROPPINGS!"</span>Relief swept over Motto and he smiled, proud of himself.<span style="color: #00BF00"> "Where do you make droppings?"</span>