[Now that was just a bad question, wasn't it? Miriam felt herself tense, face going hard, and had to stop herself from backing up a step because you do not flinch, girl, you never flinch. Barnaby curled around her legs without a word and sat on her foot, ninety pounds of unmovable object between Miriam and the soldier man's rude questions.
Very rude, yes it was.
But. Just a question. Miriam smiled as wide as she could, until it hurt her face.] Nah. An' I'm too pretty for you anyway.
[There might've, maybe, maybe been one time. But that was a thing they did not discuss, no they did not, just like they did not think about the brand on the back of her neck that said - ever so clearly - that she was owned.
And just like that, Miriam plowed ahead with a grin, spinning her new bracelet in her hands just to do something. Movemovemove, can't ever stop.] Nobody checks those anymore. Who'd have the time? Nuh-uh. Maybe I'll fly for a tomb raider, they go everywhere and they don't fight wars - that'd be awesome, don'tcha think?
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Very rude, yes it was.
But. Just a question. Miriam smiled as wide as she could, until it hurt her face.] Nah. An' I'm too pretty for you anyway.
[There might've, maybe, maybe been one time. But that was a thing they did not discuss, no they did not, just like they did not think about the brand on the back of her neck that said - ever so clearly - that she was owned.
And just like that, Miriam plowed ahead with a grin, spinning her new bracelet in her hands just to do something. Movemovemove, can't ever stop.] Nobody checks those anymore. Who'd have the time? Nuh-uh. Maybe I'll fly for a tomb raider, they go everywhere and they don't fight wars - that'd be awesome, don'tcha think?