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 Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:29 pm
A princess? Well, she was shaping up to be quite the fairy tale miss, wasn't she? Kitwana sneered on this information, and faked a grovelling motion.
"Please forgive me, princess Dama."
Sarcasm dripped from every word, but it seemed he would accept the invitation, for he gave his seeming disciple a nod of no confused nature.
"Well, princess, lead the way, your humble subjects await. And let's not forget, your slaves."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:34 pm
Snarling, Masika whirled around to get right up into Kitwana's face. "You, of all, should know me better than that. I have never treated you with anything but respect. You have been the only reason I am here today. I owe you my life, but I do not deserve such words in response. If the situation were reversed, you know I would not be sneering at you in such a way. You have a lot to learn Kitwana. A LOT." She, indeed, was the same Dama he'd known, but she'd grown a backbone, perhaps more so than he had.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 6:49 am
He had much to learn? The cheek of it elicited a low growl from the male's throat.
"My dear princess, I would remember a little respect, if I were you. You may have found a royal lineage, but you are not my better, remember that."
A nod to Masego stopped that soft soul's confusion at the bitter words, and allowed both males to continue onwards, walking to wherever their destination lay.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:03 am
"Which, Kitwana, if you'd heard the first part of what I said, you would've realized that I have treated you with nothing but respect since the day I can remember knowing you. And there's no point in our past that you can point out a situation where I did not. I took beatings for you, and you me. We are not betters of each other, but equals. In a way you are my teacher for some things, but now it is time for me to show you some things." She spoke nothing of the royal lineage for now, seeing that she seemed to have struck a sore spot with her 'dear' friend.
For now she padded ahead, leading the way for the two males behind her. It wasn't that she didn't want to walk with Kit, but he didn't seem like he wanted to walk with, instead seeming to want to play the part of her 'loyal subjects'. Oh that burned her up. Of all the things he could've said. She'd thought he'd understand, but apparently she'd been wrong. Was she also wrong in bringing him along with her on this trip? She mulled over the situation in silence as the neared the Mistweaver borders.
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