<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/144a/f/2016/179/9/f/llyra_whitebirch_by_jeflint-da80fm7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rose Dandy-Ba<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lamont, Izzy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The tall deer was quick to put her hand on the hybrid’s shoulder and she stopped, not looking back at the other inventor. The two had shared some very intimate moments and she felt like Izzy might know her better than some of the others. She wasn’t like the fierce fighter but they did share some of the same emotions and ideas and more importantly the same Mistress, though with Izzy that wasn’t seen as a good thing necessarily. Rose had become more accepting of it, and perhaps it was her more submissive nature that allowed her to live more comfortably under Onyx than Izzy. She’d heard stories about the deer, had even seen the fight between Onyx and the other inventor. It had been the idea of the dragon to make Rose watch from the pit with her. She’d really rather have been anywhere, fighting wasn’t her skill and she really didn’t like to be reminded that all of her victories had been luck instead of real skill.<br/><br/>The little fur nodded as her fellow tier declared she would get the drinks she nodded. Before she could even turn around to ask the gladiator if she knew what the order was she was offering up the answers in a crisp voice that spoke that she did indeed watch. That made her feel better about her hard work. To know that someone was paying attention to her hard work that she did every day. She could hear Lamont behind her, her hearing was sharp enough to know how much empty space was between the two furs. Slowly she turned towards his outstretched hand. “Yes m’lord?” she asked, her tone quiet. Servants and those other low class beings that Rose had been birthed from didn’t have the right normally to talk to someone of the rat’s origins. On this tier or not he wasn’t her equal. He’d been born into nobility, had teachers and had been born into a role that would afford him nearly anything. To be in the pits was his choice. For Rose it had been slavery or death. Like anyone she’d chosen to fight in a chance to earn her freedom. It wasn’t until the first month that she realized how a daunting task that was in the gladiator. There were a few other furs her size but they were highly defensive or strong enough to make other furs reconsider fighting them. Not her. She’d not been trained for anything like that. And had she not been stealing food from the workshop as a youth she’d never have been put there to work off her debt.<br/><br/>She gave the noble a look from under doeful mismatched color eyes. “Is there something you need done?” she moved into a curtsey. They’d had nobles come into the shop and it was when they were ordered something that they wanted to check up on. That was the best days for Rose because they got whatever scraps were leftover would be their dinner. She didn’t like how they were made to slow down their work so they’d look clean for the nobles but she could put up with it for the extra food that she always got. Food was given to the hardest workers and no one was a harder worker than Rose in the workshop. Her diet of sugar and coffee pretty much settled that since she didn’t really sleep much at night being nocturnal and basically frebased that stuff when she was forced to be up during the day. And the headaches when she abstained were so bad that sometimes she couldn’t see beyond the blinding light in her blue eye. Always blue, never the yellow. She gave the noble a gentle smile. “Perhaps you take issue with the food I have prepared for you, I can change it. I think I hear the sounds of the Alpha challenging one of my betters,” her tone was soft so as to not offend.<br/>