<strong>~ Nakia; with her Masters reflecting while she waits after observing her Domina briefly </strong><br/>Nakia briefly came out of her reverie to check on the Domina and Dominus. Seeing them both still preoccupied, she went back to her musings. Her thoughts centered on the male she’d encountered earlier once more.<br/><br/><em>She had felt bad for the male when he toppled off the bench backwards. She’d almost reached out to try to stop his tumble, or at the very least help him back up. She refrained herself though, not moving from where she’d been placed. Instead, she watched him right himself, studying him closely. The coloring of his face once he returned to sitting in front of her was rather charming. It was more than evident the man was uncomfortable with her proximity.<br/><br/>Nakia’s peripheral vision had been honed to excellence in her years of being a slave. So, while she kept her eyes on his tattoo, she was aware of the scars on his body, both from what she could see, and when her fingers had occasionally grazed his skin. She wondered briefly if asked if he could tell her how he got each one, or if they all blended in his memory now.</em><br/><br/>She muses a bit on the tattoo and her eyes suddenly widen as she realizes what it stood for. A soft, slight gasp escapes her lips. He was a Legionnaire. She frowns slightly at this realization. He was strangely meek for a soldier. Now she was curious as to his story. Pity she‘d never have the chance to learn it. She turned her thoughts to other matters now, though every now and again, his blue eyes would crop up in her memory and catch her of guard.