Your Obedient Servant

Though Ingrid had turned her down, still Safrin smiled. It was precisely that choice—the ability to keep choosing—that made the accepted so valued. So desired. "And each time I shall ask you." She said with a smile that lit up her face. "Done?" Safrin replied lightly, her shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "She was contained as you know, but now? I fear that now that the cage has been open there is no putting her back into it. No doubt she will have planned for such a thing. But for now all we can do is wait and see..." Wait and see if she would try and take over again, or if she'd toe the line as she had been permitted to in the past. With a sultry smile, Safrin merely nodded with a mysterious smile on her lips. If and when Ingrid did, she'd find ... unique properties about the cactus, to say the least. Safrin