She opened her eyes, every part of her body was heavy, as the core beat faintly, lethargic. The room was dark, and she was on the ground. The same room she was in for quite a few weeks. The room of her master.
Beneath her body, a fluff patch of hides and skin overlaid to serve as a bed, a thicker and bigger fur blanket covered her body. On the bed, the faint outlines of her master and his partner were there, resting.
In the other corner of the room, the watchful eyes of Kyrie's blade laid solely on her existence… an existence now named… 'Ouro. This was the word he said should be my name from now on…'
A thing Odin never did for anyone else but his favorites and strongest… a name. She had been gifted a name. A name solely hers. A way to identify her existence from others… Ouro smiled faintly, she attempted to sit on the ground.
