Ankyra Sound second chances

When Firefly finally spoke to them woman, she felt a pang of disappointment at how little he had to say about her. Had he not seen her so gracefully navigating the terrain and keeping pace with him like she owned the land? Had he not found her curiosity about his home and her boldness in asking to go with him impressive? Apparently not. Apparently the only thing she had going for her was that she was young and malleable. Her only worth was in her ability to be molded. That stung.

Yami did her best not to show it though, which was helped along by the fact that the intimidating woman had turned to her now. The Ostrega eyed her carefully and found her mood bolstered a bit by her interest. She moved forward a few steps and straightened a little, not shifting from her submissive stance per se, but letting a little of that flash of confidence show as she made to answer the question.

"Yami," she said quietly, biting her tongue and reminding herself to speak only when spoken to because it seemed like that was probably the right approach here. She didn't know that it worked in her favor to leave her surname out--she did so only because she had decided to drop it the day she'd left Moonspear. If she hadn't been good enough for them, then they weren't good enough for her either. She'd tried to change her first name as well, but Tru had seen through that in an instant and laughed at her inability to lie. She'd stopped trying to lie ever since. Omit, though, that she could do.