And that was that. Like so many apparent compliments from Sabra, it was a back-handed one. At once, an assurance that she was safe, but with the disclaimer of making it clear that consent was not exactly a prized concept in her world. Then again, a declaration like that probably explained a good deal of why Sabra found it so difficult to avoid instinctive violence; why Valerie had to give her little signals to hold back from taking comments, jokes or the body language of others' too literally.
Sabra was no homeless pet. She was undeniably dangerous. But if a Slayer could do the world a favour by ridding the world of undead killers before they struck, then she was doing much the same by preventing this ancient being from simply being unleashed. By teaching her about the world of mortals.
"This one bores me," she said and the book was slammed against the wall, discarded from the bizarre levitating merry-go-round on display. Little wonder, though... The cover revealed it to be a telephone directory.
"Do they milk lions?" She asked, suddenly thinking of the kind of question few others would. The query provoking enough interest to demand Sabra look the girl's way, again. "In the zoo... Where they farm the animals. Do they milk them? Like the cows?"
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on 2013-11-18 04:48 am (UTC)And that was that. Like so many apparent compliments from Sabra, it was a back-handed one. At once, an assurance that she was safe, but with the disclaimer of making it clear that consent was not exactly a prized concept in her world. Then again, a declaration like that probably explained a good deal of why Sabra found it so difficult to avoid instinctive violence; why Valerie had to give her little signals to hold back from taking comments, jokes or the body language of others' too literally.
Sabra was no homeless pet. She was undeniably dangerous. But if a Slayer could do the world a favour by ridding the world of undead killers before they struck, then she was doing much the same by preventing this ancient being from simply being unleashed. By teaching her about the world of mortals.
"This one bores me," she said and the book was slammed against the wall, discarded from the bizarre levitating merry-go-round on display. Little wonder, though... The cover revealed it to be a telephone directory.
"Do they milk lions?" She asked, suddenly thinking of the kind of question few others would. The query provoking enough interest to demand Sabra look the girl's way, again. "In the zoo... Where they farm the animals. Do they milk them? Like the cows?"