"Good boy! Now bring it back here!"
A trail of blood follows the dark brown haired mabari hound as it returns to its master. In her silk woven dress the girl hugs her mabari, congratulating the dog in his success. The blood of a half-eaten maybe rat in the mabari's mouth drips onto the girl as she speaks to him.
"Good boy! Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy!?"
"Charleen! What are you doing?"
The Charleen quickly takes the prize from her pet's mouth and hides it behind her back then stands to greet the elf calling out to her.
"Just playing with Zar. And I told you not to call me by that name Boa!"
"I don't care what you want me to call you! Your parents have put me in charge on you ever since you were little, and you haven't changed a bit!" Boa looks down at Charleen's elegantly embroidered dress now stained with pools of blood all over it. "And what where you two playing with?"
Charleen then pulled out the dripping dead rat from behind her back, "Zar found this in the courtyard and I bet him that he wouldn't be able to catch it, but he did!"
"Uck! Put that thing away— No in fact throw it away!" Boa sighed then glanced at the girl with disappointment. "Charleen soon you will be the ruler of this estate and you haven't prepared for it one bit. You've ruined your cloths again and you're still messing with that garbage heap of a dog!"
*whine*
"Don't call him that! Any way I'm not going to be in charge of anything any time soon, and even if I was," Charleen smirked as she pointed towards her dog, "I'd make sure that he'd end up being above you, so show some respect!"
Fed-up with the girl's insolence, the elf turned to leave "Ugg just get dressed so that you can be presentable to your parents…"
"Why can't I just go in this?"
*Bark!*
"Because it's all bloody! Now go get dressed."
"Whatever, let's go Zar."
*Bark!*
Charleen, along with her faithful mabari, sat in front of her elegantly carved mirror preparing herself for her meeting with her parents. On the walls of her room there hung artwork and images created by the lady herself or others. To the left of her lies a balcony; with its doors open air was allowed to flow into the room blowing over the canopy above her queen size bed. Set in piles on the floor were books upon scrolls upon scribes of lessons and laws of the Chantry, and the words of Andrastate and the Maker. These books have been read at least twice by the owner of the room, whether it was for pleasure or force is unknown. With vases sitting on stylish corner tables and soft chimes clinging in the wind this room was a place many women would dream to be able to live in, whereas the owner despised it.
As her hair blew in the wind she brushed its ends and glared into the mirror.
"Stupid Boa… thinking that she can boss me around… stupid elf."
*whine*
The girl glared down at her mabari while twirling her brush, "Well it's true! I mean… Elves could be stronger or be like… leaders if they actually tried to rise up against their oppression. Not just follow it!"
*whine*
"Well… whatever," Satisfied with her hair the lady set down her brush, "Come on we need to find mother and father, because Boa told us to…"
Have to make my hair up all nice all the time… I wish I could just cut some of it.
Slowly she got up from her seat holding a corner of her dress, to prevent stepping on the fabric, and walked out of the room with Zar at her side.