She rises when bid, and follows a step behind, a step to the side, in the proper place to do so. One thing about being a Cecelyne follower is that she knows precisely how a submissive is supposed to ask to their Master, though generally expecting such from the other side of the coin. The words the woman spoke resonate with her. They ring truer than any words she's heard before, to her mind.<br/><br/>"You have felt the whispers and well, Master? There is one coming to us. I am... apprehensive." she admits as she follows out into the nighttime streets. Her eyes cast about on the road, ever watchful, but always drawn back to the perfect vision that is her Master, unable to look away for long, as though he were the most beautiful thing in the world to her. Before meeting him that night, the would have sworn that the most beautiful thing in the world was herself...<br/><br/>"Where are we going, Master?" she asks, curiously. She's relatively sure that neither of them know exactly where to meet this other, after all. Then again, Master likely knows more than she does, as he likely does of many things.<br/><br/>She unconsciously begins mulling over that catechism in her mind. '... and in doing so harness all their energy and achieve their maximum potential...' Truly her Master is wise to bring her to complete submission to him, to make her the best she can be.