"I'm Cora," she said, taking the offered hand and standing up...  to her full 3 and a half feet.  She still had to look up to the tall woman with such an even voice and full figure.  Cora tried to brush herself off, it was more a reflexive attempt than actually getting any of the muck off.  She felt the need to run and hide in the deeper shadows at the back of the cell, but this woman was here... talking to her...   and she deserved her attention.<br/><br/>The woman's voice was nice, Cora had no memory of a mother... but she did understand the tone.  One of the more senior slaves in the kitchen used it with the younger kids back at her first residence.  The tone had a bit of command, a bit of caring, and was backed by strength.<br/><br/>"I uh...   I tried to kill a dragon."  Then, realizing what that sounded like, "I mean...  it was a tiny one, you know ...  my master's pet.  It uh...   I didn't get along with it much."<br/><br/>Not knowing what to do with her hands, not having any work to keep them busy, or pockets to push them into... Cora covered her breasts, wrapping her arms around her chest.<br/><br/>"And ..   who are you may I ask?" Cora requested... a bit meakly.