Thread: The Lady's Pet (Mach and HeyThereLittleBear)

The creature was a fascinating thing, for sure, undeniably foreign from everything she had ever seen or been around. Elizabeth had read about his kind in books and had seen the drawings that had been procured for her father, but there was nothing to compare to what he was. There was nothing that showed how out of place he was more than the way he had to walk in her home, bent through most doorways and stooped when he walked through. She was mostly quiet as she showed him the home - it was a large manor even for someone of her status in life, and beautifully decorated to her mothers taste. The rooms were large - wide, but not tall - and had prizes from around the world that were small signs of her fathers wealth in the world. He was quite obviously a collector of sorts in things foreign - tapestries from China and rugs from Persia, porcelain from Japan, and ivory from Africa. Anit was just another piece of the collection to him, another exotic thing that had its place in his home as a sign of his ability to purchase anything in this world. She lead him through the main areas of the home first - the main entryway, which lead into a spacious living room, then to the formal dining room, the kitchen, before leading him up the stairs where all of the bedrooms were - five in total, with two full bathrooms and a half bath off the main room. The house was by no means humble, though not as lavish as the man could have gone if hed truly wanted to. To my father, anyone below the upper class is an animal. She commented, a statement that was true because the man had lost all perspective in what it meant to be poor or lack money. Anits question was a good one, because he had every reason to be cynical of her reasons behind wanting to know more about him. To him, she looked no more different than anyone else that had caged him and treated him as dirt, but yet he was still putting faith in her beyond reasoning, I act differently because She fought with the way to word things, her brow furrowing as she struggled with her train of thought, mostly because it was something she rarely admitted but also because she wanted no ill thoughts towards her father by a creature that could split him in half as easily as one could slice through a stick of warm butter, Because I know what its like to be caged. Her lips formed a smile, though it was by no means a happy one, with her lips thinned and her eyes strained. A cage, even when decorated beautifully, is still a cage nonetheless. I have shown you the cage Ive been put in. She said, motioning around her in general referencing the home. Though she wasnt bound as he was, she was still every bit as trapped, stuck in a life that she feared would have no more excitement than what her mother offered - she would live a life that while she lacked for nothing, would leave her every bit as dead inside as most of her status. Riches could buy many things, but happiness was not among them. I have spent my life in this town, in these walls. I know little of the world around me aside from the books Im permitted to read. You were something of fiction to me, I admit, until my father paid to have you brought here. I thought he was mad as a hatter when he paid such an amount to bring a creature that was surely false to our home. I thought the people had swindled him and left him with nothing but hopes. Im sure you can imagine how Im feeling now, looking at something that I had thought to be just a fairy tale be true. The smile turned from false to truth now, her eyes moving to look at him now, admiring and almost a bit starstruck, You are a thing of legends.