Post by Ayla Schultz on Jul 17, 2009 4:08:19 GMT -6
Unexpectedly, it was Amorte who was first to speak up, instead of Wood-well. She listened quietly, and then flashed a small smile in appreciation. At least that was one person who understood. But, really, it wasn’t that hard, was it? In her case at least, her family meant more to her than anything else. They couldn’t suffer because of her. And to make sure that wouldn’t happen, she was now right here to keep the control over it.
“Thank you, sir.” Ayla said in a quiet whisper, in response to the Professor’s reply to her explanation. She let out a light sigh, a sigh of relieve. As long as they would be safe, and as long as she didn’t end up forced to wh*re herself to people, she was completely fine with whatever Wood-well came up with. With that thought in mind, fairly satisfied, Ayla relaxed her stance a bit, moving her arms down to casually shove her hands in the depths of her warm pockets.
The others only continued with a conversation, statements that were meant for everybody in this room right now. The matter of the Dark Mark. Ayla watched curiously as the Professor pulled up his sleeve, and she swallowed slightly at what she saw. God. No f*cking way in hell she was going to have that tattoo burned on her arm. Thanks, but no thanks. Did they have any idea how bad that would look? She bit her lip nervously. And fortunately, as she had been praying and hoping for, they didn’t have to go for the creepy body-art. Thank God. But he was right, though. There wouldn’t be much to hide if you had a mark that big decorating your arm.
“What are you going to teach us, sir?” Ayla asked quietly, tilting her head slightly to the side. She stood completely, pushing herself away from the wall and taking a small step forward. Hell, this wasn’t going to be fun, so late at night. But then again, some excitement would definitely wake her up. No doubts.
“Thank you, sir.” Ayla said in a quiet whisper, in response to the Professor’s reply to her explanation. She let out a light sigh, a sigh of relieve. As long as they would be safe, and as long as she didn’t end up forced to wh*re herself to people, she was completely fine with whatever Wood-well came up with. With that thought in mind, fairly satisfied, Ayla relaxed her stance a bit, moving her arms down to casually shove her hands in the depths of her warm pockets.
The others only continued with a conversation, statements that were meant for everybody in this room right now. The matter of the Dark Mark. Ayla watched curiously as the Professor pulled up his sleeve, and she swallowed slightly at what she saw. God. No f*cking way in hell she was going to have that tattoo burned on her arm. Thanks, but no thanks. Did they have any idea how bad that would look? She bit her lip nervously. And fortunately, as she had been praying and hoping for, they didn’t have to go for the creepy body-art. Thank God. But he was right, though. There wouldn’t be much to hide if you had a mark that big decorating your arm.
“What are you going to teach us, sir?” Ayla asked quietly, tilting her head slightly to the side. She stood completely, pushing herself away from the wall and taking a small step forward. Hell, this wasn’t going to be fun, so late at night. But then again, some excitement would definitely wake her up. No doubts.