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18.Jul.13, 12:57 AM
Kimora had been glowering at the door, waiting for her younger sister to come in. The brat! The little bitch! She was deliberately staying out to avoid her, and Kimora knew it. She was furious. That girl had a lot of nerve to avoid her! Kimora stewed over it as she held her son close. Eramor had inherited his father's calm temperament, keeping quiet as she sat with her father, as he proceeded to dandle her other children on his knees.
They knew how to behave, unlike the wild children that her siblings had become. Kimora's lips tightened. Moran was in no way anything like his children. They must have gotten it from mother! But with Senski long gone... Well. She sighed softly. She did the best she could, but her siblings were miserable, especially Kira, that no-good, thankless rebel. Kira needed a lashing or two to buckle down. At this rate the girl would never get married! At her age, Kimora had two children and another on the way. It was downright shameful.
The turn of the knob signaled the little idiot's return, and in a flash Kimora was on her feet and grabbing her ear. Ignoring her protests, Kimora hauled her off to the other room, her children falling silent and ignoring them as they did. All but the youngest knew what the rules were, and even then the older ones filled them in quickly. No disobedience. Ever. It simply wasn't tolerated.
"Listen, you cracked little bitch. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. You were making your father worry. You have duties, Kira. Responsibilities. I'm sure you know what those are? The same duties and responsibilities that mean that you are going to marry Falon in a few months and spread your legs and do what every woman since the beginning of time has done. Or do you really want me to let Father know that his daughter wants to be a dragon riding little slut?" Her words were punctuated by a sharp laugh. "It's funny. Fearful of having a decent, honest Crafter between your legs, but wouldn't mind having a few hundred of them as long as they were riding overgrown lizards."
Her sister flinched under her verbal assault. Good. "Keep that Healer close, because of he knew what a two-faced, dirty whore you were he would never want to see you again. And believe me, if I could let him know and be rid of you for shame, I would. Be grateful that I can't because of the shame it would cause us.... But don't think for two seconds that I might not let it slip in his ear once he has taken you to bed."
Satisfied with the response she got from Kira, the whimper and tears at the corners of her eyes, Kimora let her go. Not without a final sharp tug at her ear, but she let go. Threats did their job well, but they needed time to sink in, especially when she had gone right for the throat when it came to Kira's fears.
"Stuttering idiot. Don't know how you got so lucky, but if you have any hope of being happy, you'll be bearing a son within the year." She gave a sniff, leaning against the table. "He is doing well, I presume? And you are making sure that he knows that you want him and want to marry him?"
They knew how to behave, unlike the wild children that her siblings had become. Kimora's lips tightened. Moran was in no way anything like his children. They must have gotten it from mother! But with Senski long gone... Well. She sighed softly. She did the best she could, but her siblings were miserable, especially Kira, that no-good, thankless rebel. Kira needed a lashing or two to buckle down. At this rate the girl would never get married! At her age, Kimora had two children and another on the way. It was downright shameful.
The turn of the knob signaled the little idiot's return, and in a flash Kimora was on her feet and grabbing her ear. Ignoring her protests, Kimora hauled her off to the other room, her children falling silent and ignoring them as they did. All but the youngest knew what the rules were, and even then the older ones filled them in quickly. No disobedience. Ever. It simply wasn't tolerated.
"Listen, you cracked little bitch. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. You were making your father worry. You have duties, Kira. Responsibilities. I'm sure you know what those are? The same duties and responsibilities that mean that you are going to marry Falon in a few months and spread your legs and do what every woman since the beginning of time has done. Or do you really want me to let Father know that his daughter wants to be a dragon riding little slut?" Her words were punctuated by a sharp laugh. "It's funny. Fearful of having a decent, honest Crafter between your legs, but wouldn't mind having a few hundred of them as long as they were riding overgrown lizards."
Her sister flinched under her verbal assault. Good. "Keep that Healer close, because of he knew what a two-faced, dirty whore you were he would never want to see you again. And believe me, if I could let him know and be rid of you for shame, I would. Be grateful that I can't because of the shame it would cause us.... But don't think for two seconds that I might not let it slip in his ear once he has taken you to bed."
Satisfied with the response she got from Kira, the whimper and tears at the corners of her eyes, Kimora let her go. Not without a final sharp tug at her ear, but she let go. Threats did their job well, but they needed time to sink in, especially when she had gone right for the throat when it came to Kira's fears.
"Stuttering idiot. Don't know how you got so lucky, but if you have any hope of being happy, you'll be bearing a son within the year." She gave a sniff, leaning against the table. "He is doing well, I presume? And you are making sure that he knows that you want him and want to marry him?"
