<strong>Name:</strong>Elfi<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Ship's Slave<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Galley<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Serenity<br/><br/>She could talk too.  Serenity just strung words together like some did mining cars in a train, never having to think about which one went next and made them work together instead of bashing into each other.  It was just a pleasure to listen to her, fine voice and fancy words and overwhelming charisma that it made Elfi miss for a few seconds what had just been offered.  She was smiling, beaming really from what Serenity had said about her, as the offer sank in.<br/><br/>The smile faded and was replaced by a puzzled look.  Elfi's lips moved as she stumbled through the last bit of the conversation in her mind, replaying it, then horror or something like it filled her eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh no, Mistis.  No, no," she said, backing up and holding out her work roughened hands.  "It's, it's right shiny of you to say so, but it wouldn't be right on account of me being just real common like."  Her hands in front of her eyes helped make the point.  "See, these is for mucking and mending and making, not for no Companion loving.  You'd be laying down with the pigs and I don't care what no Shepherd says, I ain't never seen no pearl there among the swine."<br/><br/>Elfi continued to back up, and the backs of her thighs bumped into a low table, making the pretties on top of it sway and fall over.  Frightened by that, Elfi turned and dashed out of the shuttle.<br/><br/>On the table, a blown glass bottle rolled in a lazy semicircle before bumping into a brass bound curio box and made a little ringing sound.