She looked with big eyes of fear at the man that crouched down a metre before her. He was talking to her, but why did he call it Low gothic? She had never heard of being it called like that, it was common... Not being able to find her voice, she stared down at the ground, avoiding all eye-contact with the man. Soon finding out he wanted more then just talk to her. Did he really just say he wanted to bath her? That was impossible! he was a man, and she was taught that no man could touch her body, though her intellegence said it was to make her body more worth for those that had bought her.<br/><br/>The feel of those soft fingers stroking over her cheek made her think that her little bird had returned, though upon looking at the source she could see the smiling face of a beautiful woman looking at her. The fear disappeared for a slight moment from her eyes. nonetheless.. she was still scared, and though this woman spoke with a soft tone the sudden accent was hard to make out what she was saying. She still had the red robes of the tin-man, or so did the dirty-minded man call him, inside of her clenched fists. She could feel him raise his strange cane, with a weapon ontop of it as she looked at her little Nirna.<br/><br/>""N-nooo No sir, She is mine!" She suddenly called out, standing up in her towering 7 feet tall long legs and body as she expected him to shoot down her dearest friend.<br/><br/>Her long red flowing hair fell down to her ankles as the elastic snaped underneath the weight of it. She almost looked like the techpriest, a red cape of hair behind her now.<br/><br/>"D-dont kill it.." She whispered softly, embarresed about her own reaction...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>