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[~echo~]

David grinned at her. "Meet me in the front room, okay? I want to go out in it!"

[CrimsonMoon]

She grins and nods," Ok!" She giggles," I'll be waiting!!" Ayla clicks off the phone and walks to the closet, finding a deep blue coat and pulling it over her uniform

(Time skip to the mext year, the summer, a class or half way through the year? XD or maybe a suprise encounter with Dallas?)

[~echo~]

(How about next year and an encounter with Dallas?)

[CrimsonMoon]

Mk! XP)

-TIME . SKIP-

Ayla had turned 12 a few weeks ago, at twilight she sat on her bed, books spread across the dark maroon sheets of her bed. She was clad in a white gown and a dark red, laced cover up. She pressed a button on her holo-phone. She murmured softly," Can someone please bring me some hot chocolate please?"

" Yes, Master, An inferior will arrive shortly," the automatic computerized voice replies and beeps off

" thanks," she mumbles with a small wince and turns back to her work

[~echo~]

A few moments later, a knock asking to enter the room sounded at her door. Dallas was on the other side, holding a steaming-hot cup of hot chocolate. On his face was a nasty purple bruise, fresh from a recent beating he had received for getting a Superior's food order wrong.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Come in," She calls softly, not looking up but glancing outside to see the twilight invade the sky. Ayla glances back down at the books... Over the past year she had been taught to be the perfect Master, Perfect Lady, Perfect Wife, Perfect Daughter, Perfect Mother, Perfect Leader... Though... The other Master girl who had glared at her on te first day ha become her pronounced enemy, berating her lenience toward inferior, starting rumors of her sleeping around despite only being 12... Butthe School knew that these were lies and this only made the girl hate Ayla more..

[~echo~]

Dallas opened the door and went in cautiously. He saw it was te girl who had earned him that beating last year. "Good evening," he said said softly, settin the hot chocolate down on her bedside table. "Will that be all, ma'am?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla smiles and looks up, her smile fading a bit and eyes widening," Oh my hod.. Are you alright?!" She gasps

[~echo~]

He winced. "yes, yes... I'm fine," he whispered. "But I can't be late again or I'll..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I need help cleaning my room, te Inferior is going to help me," she quickly says into her phone, the computerized voice answers 'yes ma'am, take your time ma'am,"

[~echo~]

He watched nervously. "What should I clean first?" he asked, confused.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nothing," She replies briskly, knowing he would only listen if she ordered him to,"... Sit down."

[~echo~]

Dallas blinked and sat on the floor.

[CrimsonMoon]

She smiles and laughs softy," I mean on the bed, i wanna fix up that eye of yours," Ayla giggles, holding out her hands to him

[~echo~]

He was horrified. "On... the bed?" He stood slowly. "Why do you want to clean my eye? It'll be fine... it'll heal in a few days."

[CrimsonMoon]

" But it looks a little too swollen..." She murmurs, gazing at him pleadingly," I'll just clean it a bit, please...?"

[~echo~]

She was right- Dallas wouldn't do anything unless she ordered it. He shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said nervously.

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks increasingly uncomfortable, she didnt WANT to order him around but..." Sit down on the bed and just let me HELP you, ok?" She finally hisses, not wanting to sound too mean...

[~echo~]

Dallas shrank away from her raised voice as a reflex, but obeyed and sat on the bed. "If you say so..."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sighs, flinching at the sound of her own fury... But sje retreats quckly into the bathroom, wetting down a face cloth and returning," Sorry..." She mumbles as she carfully dabs at the bruise