“Precisely. Indoctrinated would have been a more appropriate word.” It had been quite sometimes since Tara had a civil conversation with someone that was not a total buffoon with lack of better words. Of course her vocabulary had not always been the best since birth to present day. She could not the be only one who struggled to find the proper sentences. The Kelvic remained silent on the subject of normality. Only because what she said was true, at least in the city of Kenash.
The ebony black pupil swimming in the green rises became thin slits as they adjusted to the coming of evening. Slowly the formed back into the small orbs as many humans would have. Upon removing her hood once more to relieve her thick curls of their confinement. People had their secrets, Tara had hers it was none of her business to dive into them. It was obvious this woman would not giver her stance on the subject away any time soon.
She would not force the truth out of her mouth. Of course she did not like the idea yet another person working in the slaver's trade but, it was easy money. For Tara herself, she preferred being a common enemy of slave owners. Allies or opponent. Truth or falsehood. Nodding slowly the woman took in what that was provided about this woman. Which was not much, at all. So far she'd learned that slaves have a some-what of a moral purpose rather than just free labour and now a woman she would recognize by a rather odd name, Bitzer.
There wasn't much to be said afterwards. They had both established a foggy stance on a little fraction of society. Man could go on forever debating about the presents' way. Would she be bold and put her hand in front of this woman once more to offer to establish a acquaintanceship? Perhaps it was time the Kelvic branched out from her social confinements.
"I am a doctor, a healer. If you ever need something you know my face and name." Shrugging nonchalantly she extended her hand for another tick. "It shouldn't be to hard to find me and I can assure you my work is much safer than this so called, Doctor Petricious.."
The ebony black pupil swimming in the green rises became thin slits as they adjusted to the coming of evening. Slowly the formed back into the small orbs as many humans would have. Upon removing her hood once more to relieve her thick curls of their confinement. People had their secrets, Tara had hers it was none of her business to dive into them. It was obvious this woman would not giver her stance on the subject away any time soon.
She would not force the truth out of her mouth. Of course she did not like the idea yet another person working in the slaver's trade but, it was easy money. For Tara herself, she preferred being a common enemy of slave owners. Allies or opponent. Truth or falsehood. Nodding slowly the woman took in what that was provided about this woman. Which was not much, at all. So far she'd learned that slaves have a some-what of a moral purpose rather than just free labour and now a woman she would recognize by a rather odd name, Bitzer.
There wasn't much to be said afterwards. They had both established a foggy stance on a little fraction of society. Man could go on forever debating about the presents' way. Would she be bold and put her hand in front of this woman once more to offer to establish a acquaintanceship? Perhaps it was time the Kelvic branched out from her social confinements.
"I am a doctor, a healer. If you ever need something you know my face and name." Shrugging nonchalantly she extended her hand for another tick. "It shouldn't be to hard to find me and I can assure you my work is much safer than this so called, Doctor Petricious.."
