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Mother use to do that.

It was obvious that she was not a warrior like most of those that gathered and called this island home. A slight jump came to her dark form as the words registered, she was no longer alone. He was gentle in his words but she could not fight instinct that was beat into her for so long, her ears fell in submission. She gave him a soft smile as she thought of how to reply, his mother use to do as she was. Was she a healer, a caregiver? She had so many question and he had spoken first but it was not polite to ask so many questions.

"She sounds very caring, your mother," she spoke softly, as her two tone eyes met his. She did sound like a nice woman and Daiyu wished that she knew her own mother to say hers was the same but be mother was just a woman made to breed another line of slaves. "Would you care to join this one in watching?" she ask as she wished her tongue would let her form the word me, it sounded so beaten. This one.