Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on May 20, 2017 3:12:12 GMT -8
Hansel clicked his tongue a little and looked to his feet; his cheeks turned from a sunburnt bronze to a tomato red. She really liked him eh? He shook this horrible thought out of his head and looked up at the mistress whilst rubbing his forehead a little. "If I do want to," he began, leaving the question in the air despite vague thoughts of not being ready for this, "I can't. It wouldn't work. Are you sure however that she simply doesn't want to leave this land?"
It seemed to be even hotter up here, and it seemed to be affecting his thinking. Hans wiped sweat off of his brow, nose, and cheeks to then huff a little. Not knowing what to call the Mistress beyond that word itself, he spoke once more. "My... lady, Yaia has told me her story and I feel what she feels. I want to see that this happens never again, I simply say this because I want to know if there is some etiquette against intervening in the lives of your establishment's workers." He stopped to think how the Mistress knew what Yaia felt, but decided not to voice his suspicions instead gently running his hand along the fur of the cheetah a few times.
It seemed to be even hotter up here, and it seemed to be affecting his thinking. Hans wiped sweat off of his brow, nose, and cheeks to then huff a little. Not knowing what to call the Mistress beyond that word itself, he spoke once more. "My... lady, Yaia has told me her story and I feel what she feels. I want to see that this happens never again, I simply say this because I want to know if there is some etiquette against intervening in the lives of your establishment's workers." He stopped to think how the Mistress knew what Yaia felt, but decided not to voice his suspicions instead gently running his hand along the fur of the cheetah a few times.