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Camilla tore off a piece of the pink flesh from the carcass she was currently cooking. It was on a spit in a cybernetic oven, turning slowly for the past twelve hours. That was quite a long time.

From what little she remembered of human time, it was a short in comparison to time here on the Yautja planet. An hour she likened to more than half a day here. She wondered how old she was for human standards. Twenty? Twenty-two? Not old, but no longer a child. She was considered a child still in the eyes of her master. She was considered many things in the eyes of her master, she mused.

The young woman chewed the piece of meat in her mouth and smiled. It was done. She was very proud of herself for cooking the beast to perfection this time. The last time A'chide has brought back such a creature for her to prepare, she had burned the flesh much to his displeasure.

A'chide was still on one of his long hunts, this one had lasted about eight months, and the carcass had hailed his decision to come home finally. He had sent it ahead for her to prepare.

A welcome home feast is what he desired. He would expect her to be waiting for him, for her to fawn over his new trophies as they both ate from the animal he had killed, as well. It was a ritual they had done many times before. Camilla remembered being a child, wide eyes and staring at this large creature. He would show her the bones of dead things, monsters to her eyes, and she would just sit enthralled.

She tried to pinpoint the exact moment when she had stopped fearing the Yautja. Perhaps it was when A'chide had not mounted her own skull on his trophy wall.

Camilla wiped her hands on her dress, it was quite dirty (she didn't bother changing clothes as often when A'chide wasn't in residence) and she would be donning a new one anyway for his arrival.

With shaky arms she removed the meat from the spit and placed it on a platter. She blew on her hands which were burning from the heat of the meat. They were calloused a bit from old chemical burns, but they still stung from the extremity of the oven heat. She checked her utility band that was on her arm. The time on the watch component read 6:23:09, A'chide would arrive at 10:00:00 which gave her plenty of time to wash and dress and finalize the meal.

She would not deny that she was giddy for A'chide's arrival.

For eight long months she had been left without companionship alone in a large house left to idle the days away. She visited the market place to waste time talking to other humans and interacting with the Yautja she had grown familiar with from their many years of buying and selling. If it weren't for Mitchell, Adrianne and P'oshka she was sure she would have gone insane.

There were days when A'chide would send word from his hunt through one of his disciples and on those days she would sit and dream about going on a Yautja hunt. Not so that she could kill anything, but so that she could watch A'chide in his element. She was sure it would be a wonderful experience.

It was odd how consumed she had become about a creature that had taken her away from everything.

The young woman did not like to think about that too much. She was happy here; happy she had survived where others had not. Happy to live out a comfortable existence with a kind master.

Pushing the button that allowed her into her rooms, Camilla slipped her dress over her head and tossed it into a pile along with the other dirty clothes she needed to wash.

She was in a sheer shift that acted as her only form of underwear. The Yautja did not see a need for layering clothing and Camilla had learned that prudishness was not, in fact, prudent. She crossed the bedroom to her trunk that stood at the edge of her sleeping pallet. Unlocking it, the woman perused through the contents. Inside were at least five or six different shift dresses in varying shades of green and brown.

Camilla ran her fingers over all of them until she settled on an orangey-brown shift decorated with an embroidered sash. The sash's detail spoke of A'chide's many accomplishments on hunts, containing his blooded mark along with several other Yautja symbols of honor. He had given her this dress to wear to a ceremony of sorts three years ago. She had not worn it in a while and Camilla wondered if it even still fit.

Laying the dress on the top of the trunk along with her shift, she walked naked into the bathroom not before slipping out of her shoes as well.

The lights in the bathroom flickered on automatically as she entered and she was greeted by the floor to ceiling mirror. It had been unnerving at first, to be so utterly aware of oneself. Now, she was so used to just studying herself for hours on end in A'chide's absence.

Camilla looked at her face in the mirror, pulling at her cheeks and inspecting her teeth. Her hair was pinned in a ball of mess at the top of her head and she let loose the tendrils that fell to the small of her back. Long hair was greatly appreciated in the Yautja's society, so she did well with her full mane of hair.

Pulling a lever, Camilla tested the hot water pouring from the showerhead above the in-ground bathtub.

The shower was in the corner of the bathroom, opposite the toilet. Stepping down into the tub, Camilla let the hot water pour over her. The bathroom quickly fogged up, the mirror clouding and the atmosphere becoming hazy. She washed her hair with smelling oils and scrubbed her body with brown salts that she had bought at the market a month ago. She took a comb made from bone (of what she had not asked) and combed through the wet strands, fighting with knots and tangles.

Running her hands up and down her legs, she felt the smoothness of the skin. A hair treatment that P'oshka had sold to her was lasting longer than expected and she was pleased. The Yautja were a surprisingly cleanly race so they had many different resources set up for bodily health.

Pushing another button, the shower turned off and the tub began to fill with water instead. Sitting on a step, Camilla let the warm water bubble up around her and she rested her head against the edge. She would relax for a little while longer before waiting patiently for A'chide.