Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20151210004452/@comment-25582638-20160118015321

Close your eyes, take slow and deep breaths, and listen to my voice.

Now, tell me what's bothering you.

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Three minutes has passed and everything seems to be visually fine. But inwardly, Cyzarine is not.

Dogs were her barriers and decent substitutes to strangers, she thought. However, this time she brought a [Beagle puppy], which she rarely brings out unless there's a need for vaccination. This is her attempt to calm her nerves.

Cyzarine adjusted its' collar that has a blank name tag on it. She haven't given names to any of her puppies even to Xanthe's puppies. She found out that coming up with unique names can be hard. This was the, supposedly, sole problem she wanted to selfishly deal with today until the heiress came.

Whatever's happening now, Cyzarine sensed- no, knew- that she's at fault and it has been nagging her after the dialogue with the Syndicate and the sudden shift of treatment of Fen which wouldn't normally bother her. It might be the reason why she didn't look at the heiress' eyes earlier for the first few minutes. Cyzarine knew that time that there's something wrong but ignored it until now.

Stopping and contemplating for a while can do miraculous things like finding out the source of her uneasiness. Her caretaker was always there to help her acknowledge problems that involves emotions and how to solve it without using pure logic. But the old woman wasn't here anymore to help her, especially when she doesn't know how to deal with other people. Xanthe's the only reminder of that caretaker and, by chance, helped her recognized the problem. Well, somehow. She really didn't know what Fen was implying but at least Cyzarine knew she's the source of the problem.

But how can she solve the problem? Communication.

Cyzarine stroked the puppy and rubbed its smooth head gently as she swallowed her saliva.

Find out what did I do wrong then I'll say “I'm sorry for what that I did and I want to make it up to you. That should do.''

“I'm sorry.”

A split second later, sense of dread immediately took over. The supposed final line became her opening line.

The puppy wasn't enough to calm her down. For Cyzarine, it felt like diving into an ocean with an anchor tied to her ankles as the battle to return to her normal mental state began.

If the people who called Cyzarine a calm and cool-headed girl can read her mind, they might take those words back already.

“I..... think I've upset you in some way.... And I don't know what did I do that made you upset.....”

Her voice vividly showed how cautious she is to her words despite going on circles. Strangely, just going straight to the point/question of “can you please tell me what I did wrong?” seemed to be hard to ask.

Cyzarine toyed with the puppy's ears which the Beagle enjoyed.

“But I'm still going to say sorry...... and I want to make it up to you.”