And so Fenris watched. he watched as the hawk went through the days, ashe she danced and performed with eyes closed and a small smile on her face. He watched as she serviced the master with practiced ease that kept one from thinking too much about what one was doing; and as Fenris watched, he learned, he imitated. Whe the master would touch him, Fenris closed his eyes and thought of soft hands in his hair. It was enough (barely) to keep him sane, to keep him whole.

It was infuriating, really, how often Fenris thought of her. He could admit that the hawk held a certain...physical appeal, but it wasn't as though she spoke with him often, nor had she shown him a kindness like the (wonderful, beautiful) comfort she gave in the bathing room again. it didn't seem to matter-Fenris could not stop thinking of her. When he watched the hawk dance in the evenings, Fenris wondered who she was before she was a slave; he would contemplate the color of her eyes when standing guard during meals, or her curious name while he was in the bathing room.

It made no sense, Fenris knew. They were both slaves, toys to be used at their master's whims. A slave did not have attachments, just as a slave had no possessions. It was madness, but Fenris could not keep himself from wanting her.

he began to ask the hawk small questions about herself. He was met with confusion at best and open hostility (fear) at worst, with one notable exception-her name. When he had asked what her name was, she had looked confused.

"It's Hawke."

Fenris had turned away (dejected, disappointed, rejected), when he felt her hand barely touch his shoulder. He turned, and Fenris was surprised to see a fleeting look of sadness on her face.

"My name was Cameron Hawke. The master-the master found my surname amusing and decided to keep it. So, now I'm Hawke, just Hawke." She looked sad for a moment, before turning to him with angry eyes. "Why do you ask me such questions. What purpose does it serve? I'm property now, nothing more." Hawke practically bristled with agitation as she stalked away.

He rolled her name around in his mind (Hawke. Hawke). Fenris liked how it felt.