Lion Head Mesa Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Innocent as she was of any wrongdoing, or anything the little man might have envisioned of her, Nazli did not understand a lick of what was said.

Not to meddle? Seen as a tool? She felt insulted to a greater degree than ever before, and as this was a new experience it was a strong one, which she reacted to so sharply and without the ability to self-control.

Her fur spiked all over, every lilac hair upon her body. Her tail was up and puffing like a cat's for one instant, and the rest of her was taught, rigid. A look of confusion turned in to something of a frown, and she felt hot-cheeked, but could not identify why.

Neb Gucci I do not know what you are implying, but I do my work with utmost care, whatever is asked of me! I don't know what's gotten in to you to suggest otherwise -! She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she didn't know why he said such things to her! Calling her a tool? As if it would be so wrong to be used! That was her purpose! He called in to question everything she knew of herself, and for what? She didn't know!

Now if you have no real need of me, I will be dismissed. There is much for me to do - as a tool of Akashingo, and an obedient one, that I cannot stand and -- and gossip! Good day, sir.

And for once she did not wait for dismissal, she pulled readily away from him and hurried down the corridor; it was easy to keep ahead of the little man with his mediocre reach, and she was thankful beyond compare, because he would not see the sheen of tears that had suddenly sprung up across her vision.