Ramose hovered over his mate like a bee over his queen bee. He wanted to pull her out of the throng of beasts and ask her what he did wrong, but he felt afraid of accidentally stoking the flames of rage. So, he hovered over her as she assisted the injured beasts, waiting, hoping, wishing for her to pay attention to him.
"Shop keeper, give us some healing potions." As she yet again ignored him, Ramose's face fell. Still, he kept following her, not beaten back by the lack of attention.
"Serpentine Queen, you don't have to buy us healing potions. We are slaves bond by the slave-bond pledge. Such beating is light in comparison to the other tortures we've to suffer."
"Yes, Serpentine Queen. Such beating is an everyday matter for us, you don't need to worry."
