Morbid scowled as her mother ushered her to the door of the quite small wooden house. The two had already had quite the debate over why she was here and what would be happening. Her mother had business to attend to for her employer and would come back when she could. They both knew this was a lie which was why she had insisted she come along if she behaved. Her mother had reprimanded her, telling her it would be too much trouble and it lead in an outrage of her emotions....Somehow an elictral shock surged from her body and singed the entire home to a burning crisp.
It had been the end of discussion, she was leaving and had cost her mother a fortune in the effect that the house was now ash. This one that she was before now couldn't even be considered a closet to that one. Her mother expected her to stay here" That didn't mean she would be pleasant towards the man. Nothing could controll her and force her to be on agreeable terms with him.
She waited until the door opened, quite annoyed as the short statured man stroke his beard. "This must be Lytla?" He peered over the child as he removed his hand from the long train of hair that touched his belt. The man donned old rags of a brown color as though he lived on the street. Good thing she brought her own clothes with her, she would never dress like him.
She just hoped her mother returned before she outgrew them, "Where is my room?" The question was rude and abrupt, her mother hit her in the back of the head. The slap was ignored as she scanned the first floor of the home. A small workshop area was just under the stairs and there was a small kitchenette in the opposing corner. A single bed lay off somewhere in between. It was a good thing there was a staircase or she would be worried. There was no way this floor could have only a single room.
"Upstairs," he answered and she knew that he was already under the impression that she was a troublesome child. Good, then there wouldn't be time for him to have to figure it out on his own. Of course then it was so much easier to manipulate people.
"The bathroom?" She persisted, quite intent on having her way. She was waiting for him to tell her that he wouldn't take her into his home. Or possibly, that her mother might alter her decision on behalf that she was a child of scorn and violence. Instead, the man simply nodded towards the trees. Yuck! She made a point to jeer at the man as she realized he wouldn't back out on the deal with her mother and she lugged her two durlap bags up the stairs.
"She really is a demon child then, isn't she?" The dwarf asked Lytla's mother and the woman simply nodded solemnly before making a point to slam the door and take her leave. This was rather rude of her, considering she expected the man to watch her child. She wanted more than anything to get away though. Away from that ridiculous child she had never wanted in the first place.
It had been the end of discussion, she was leaving and had cost her mother a fortune in the effect that the house was now ash. This one that she was before now couldn't even be considered a closet to that one. Her mother expected her to stay here" That didn't mean she would be pleasant towards the man. Nothing could controll her and force her to be on agreeable terms with him.
She waited until the door opened, quite annoyed as the short statured man stroke his beard. "This must be Lytla?" He peered over the child as he removed his hand from the long train of hair that touched his belt. The man donned old rags of a brown color as though he lived on the street. Good thing she brought her own clothes with her, she would never dress like him.
She just hoped her mother returned before she outgrew them, "Where is my room?" The question was rude and abrupt, her mother hit her in the back of the head. The slap was ignored as she scanned the first floor of the home. A small workshop area was just under the stairs and there was a small kitchenette in the opposing corner. A single bed lay off somewhere in between. It was a good thing there was a staircase or she would be worried. There was no way this floor could have only a single room.
"Upstairs," he answered and she knew that he was already under the impression that she was a troublesome child. Good, then there wouldn't be time for him to have to figure it out on his own. Of course then it was so much easier to manipulate people.
"The bathroom?" She persisted, quite intent on having her way. She was waiting for him to tell her that he wouldn't take her into his home. Or possibly, that her mother might alter her decision on behalf that she was a child of scorn and violence. Instead, the man simply nodded towards the trees. Yuck! She made a point to jeer at the man as she realized he wouldn't back out on the deal with her mother and she lugged her two durlap bags up the stairs.
"She really is a demon child then, isn't she?" The dwarf asked Lytla's mother and the woman simply nodded solemnly before making a point to slam the door and take her leave. This was rather rude of her, considering she expected the man to watch her child. She wanted more than anything to get away though. Away from that ridiculous child she had never wanted in the first place.