"Don't learn from this one, Tiffaney, try not to turn out like your mother."
This was all the steward could say before she motioned for the girl to sit down. While cold, she was quickly distracted as several jars and needles appeared. Descent looked at the design critically, then the girl's arm before setting that aside and wiping the arm down with a cloth.
"This shouldn't hurt too much, kitten or puppy claws." Gently she exhaled before she chose a set of needles and began to dye the girl's arm. Tiffaney winced as the pricks and small scratches slowly embedded the inks into the skin. Even a skilled artist would stencil and sketch out the design first, but her artist was a steward. With unending focus, she perfectly copied the design over, while the lord of Dyne joined them and held her daughter's hand.
