[color=0076a3][h3][center]~Eirwen Soyala~[/center][/h3][/color]

Laughter. There was laughter...from both this woman and her pet. How utterly humiliating. How utterly [i]infuriating[/i]. She could handle this unknown woman laughing at her. After all, she was beneath her. But her pet? Tamia? One who should be [i]loyal[/i] to [i]her?[/i] Toys that were broken...were thrown out. Toys that didn't please their owner? Trashed. Toys that hurt or injured their owner? [i]disciplined.[/i] Even if the cat hadn't done anything too wrong at the moment, since she had yet to lay down any ground rules, this woman....

[color=Green]"If I stripped down, it would blind them I agree.  Though not with what you might be referencing, girl. I have quite beautiful skin, if I say so myself. Sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name's Katherine.  Katherine Lindall. If you want me to prove it, I can show you and the cute little kitten over there later."[/color]

Embarrassment only stalled the Soyala girl for so long. Now, there was nothing but a smoldering anger. She barely heard that last little quip, as her face distorted into a scowl, eyes glaring at this Katherine Lindall as her teeth ground together. Her hand gripped the edge of the wagon hard enough for her fingernails to scratch it. A cold wind blew past the group, and judging from the way Eirwen looked, she was visibly restraining herself from doing something.

A low growl echoed from her throat. Her blood boiled. Anger, hate, and hunger filled her thoughts. She wanted to teach this whelp a lesson that she wasn't to be disobeyed, but from the looks of things that would be a bad idea.

[color=0076a3][i]"No...no...this isn't good...calm down...need a distraction."[/i][/color] Tamia should provide an ample distraction. She still needed to go over the rules, here, after all. Some nice, calm, quiet talking would do her some good. Maybe munch on another...apple...

...did that woman just give Tamia and apple when she wasn't looking? Or rather...those things did?

...

Eirwen turned her back to Katherine.

[color=0076a3]"Leave."[/color] she commanded. Any further attempts by the woman to speak would be met with nothing bu cold silence. Instead, Eirwen turned and swiped the apple from the cats hand before the cat could even do anything. She retook her seat next to her slave, still trying to banish those less than morally correct thoughts from her head. There was a time and place for everything, and losing her cool here wasn't going to be a good idea. So, instead, she took out her frustrations on the apple and hungrily devoured it. The poor apple never stood a chance, and within a minute Eirwen had already tossed the core of it out of the wagon and onto the ground.

After she was done, she turned to Tamia. Eirwen appeared much calmer, her scowl replaced with a look of obvious disapproval.

[color=0076a3]"And just what do you think [i]YOU[/i] were doing, laughing at [i]ME[/i]?"[/color] Her voice was surprisingly calm and even now, though her anger was obvious. Perhaps she was simply taking out what frustrations were left on the cat. Without warning, she reached for the Cat's collar, and pulled the kitten close, her face mere inches from hers. [color=0076a3]"Laughing at [i]ME[/i]? Perhaps you'd like it better if I sent you back home?"[/color] She released the collar from her grasp, and gave the cat a few moments to catch her breath and process her words.

[color=0076a3]"Or maybe you'd like me to feed you to whatever wants to eat us first in that forest, hmm? Use you as a living distraction?"[/color] At the end of that sentence, Eirwen did what she did to show displeasure to all of her slaves.

She delivered a hard smack to the back of the cats head. It wasn't enough to actually harm the cat, but it was definitely enough to get her attention and possibly listen better. After that, Eirwen fell silent, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her chest.

Anger was so tiring...

After a few more seconds of silence passed, Eirwen sighed before speaking again, her voice losing much of the anger it had, instead, replaced by a tired sounding voice. It seemed that little outburst had tired her out more than she intended.

[color=0076a3]"...Sit."[/color] She said, pointing to the spot next to her. [color=0076a3]"We should discuss some ground rules, Tamia. It is my fault for not doing so before we left, but I was too tired, and retraining slaves is tiring. Rule number one. You. are. mine. You are not to attend anyone else, or let anyone else touch you in any fashion, but me. And if they do, you are free to break their hands or tell me so I can deal with them. Understand?"[/color]

As she spoke, she took an apple from the cart...and offered it to Tamia. A bit of an apology, maybe, or maybe just something to placate her slave and make her feel better. Either way, Eirwen didn't show much emotion behind it.
 
At this rate, the apples might just not make it through the night.