They were young, so young right now, Mira's mind processed. More from the sight of La'Ca than from what she felt about herself. She wasn't complaining, not at all though she used to think quite highly of the way they looked back then, the way their bodies matched each other. In her mind though, she had no doubt they would again. It was one of those things Mira never doubted.
Her fingers halted their exploration when she heard her Goddess clearing her throat, eyes shifting to find her. The Optivus Res waited for a moment to find out what it was that she wanted from them, from her, from La'Ca. She could do nothing but wait until La'Ca began to leave her side, clearly understanding what was expected of her. It would have felt lonely with La'Ca leaving her if their Goddess wasn't there. It wasn't, however, a complete departure, she realized as La'Ca turned and lifted her shirt, exposing a large tattoo on her back. The first thing Mira recognized was the symbol of the cult, belonging to their Goddess, just as she did. However, there was so much more to it. Snakes, flowers, circle... Mira looked to her Goddess for a moment, trying to understand what it meant.
The property mark of Mistress Mira Cavataio, La'Ca told her before the Goddess explained further. She thought it was a mark that fit her perfectly. It made La'Ca special, besides being on her first slave, a spell on the blood and soul to ensure she never had to question of her loyalty or love, shielding her mind from all influences that weren't her making. If she misbehaved or was perfect, it would be on her and not because of any outside influence.
Before she said anything though, Petra had moved in front of La'Ca and ordered her to her knees. With La'Ca lowering herself, Mira's brown gaze focused on her goddess. A more mind and soul that was all hers. She had lots to live up to though she hadn't failed her yet. Her tasks her simple - slaves but converts, training. Mira lowered her head at her goddess. "Yes, Dea," Mira accepted without hesitation. What her Goddess asked of her, Mira had no choice but to accept. There was no other choice for the Optivus Res.
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