<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/66/d4/c666d4aaa04ff1f363483c3c5224ee27.jpg)</div><br/>For several minutes she stood there washing away the white chalk substance that she had applied.  She looks back to underneath the wagon.   He is a good man,  his actions do not say he is chaotic in nature nor do they say he is just good.   No his action in such say towards her, he is lawful good.   The way he sticks to the fact of spoiling her.  His heritage of demon kind is likely the reason a man of such integrity is not a palace guard.<br/><br/>She moves back to crawl under the wagon.  She does not draw close,  keeping whatever limited separation that can be had with Hellhound.   She would fall asleep.<br/><br/>She is up when Hellhound awakens, she has worked this morning on cutting on the fabric piece she had. Making arm wraps and a loincloth.   She would slip on the loincloth and slip out from under the wagon.   Looking at him, she softly says to him.   "Thought best,  I will remove it at night for you.  But perhaps such will not be a good idea."<br/><br/>A empire ripped from her, and now a heart broken.   Because of such no joy in her heart.  Only the eternal defeatism.  Such as a slave would have.<br/><br/>The other couple comes out.  Not farmers,  that is for sure.   Not with having slept in late for such.  Still it is early in the morning,  only that the sun has arisen already and the pre breaking dawn has passed.<br/><br/>Milo;<strong>"The rain has stopped.  You did not get to wet?"</strong><br/>