<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, Rein, Onyx and Celeste<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Rose’s petite paw was encircled in Lamont’s large one, causing a nervous little chitter to escape from the hybrid. Companion. He had said it. He wanted a companion. She almost let out a noise when she heard Izzy’s voice, a bit of an echo meaning she was in one of the vaulted ceiling rooms. Her ear pivoted in that direction as she could hear the doe and was more than a little surprised by what was said. Both in the tone of her performance and the sounds she made. The gladiator had apparently spent enough time with Rose to get most of her verbal mannerism down.<br/><br/>She didn’t know all the words that Izzy was saying, her education had been pretty straightforward for the lab and hadn’t put a lot of time into reading or English. Just math and science. She turned her ear away from the doe’s position and focused on Lamont. There would be a time later, if she were brave enough, to speak with her fellow about why she thought it was best to make fun of the two of them in private.<br/><br/>As she walked next to Lamont she focused on listening to him, his heart, the way he breathed, the way he moved. She listened to the whisper of his paws touching the ground, the slight slip of his tail against his slack, the constant drumming of his heart in perfect time as they stepped. Every noise she listened too as she racked her brain for what a companion was to do. The rumors were a bit racy but she’d done more with Onyx and Izzy than most of those rumors. But it was said that Lamont was insatiable in his quest. Could she keep up with him?<br/><br/>She wasn’t the most physical of specimens here. Onyx, Izzy and Celeste were in leagues well apart from her own. She had curves to be sure, and she was proud of her curves. But whereas Celeste was a curvy well muscled Amazonian. Onyx was even more physically impressive and under the soft padding there was hard draconian muscles. And Izzy was all lithe, taut death killing muscles. She on the other hand was soft and flabby, her muscles were developed but they weren’t nearly as toned as the other women in the compound because she merely wanted to invent not fight. Fighting was something that could get you hurt, possibly killed. She’d been lucky to have never been in that situation. But she still worried about it.<br/><br/>As they came to the courtyard Rose’s mismatched eyes went wide seeing Celeste and Onyx dueling in the open yard. She knew her owner wanted to play with, in many ways, Celeste but to see the two of them going at it reminded her of just how far outmatched she was. “My lord,” she breathed. “Please be careful, they are skilled fighters but they are our betters and should not be disturbed.”<br/>