How long had she been dreaming? That smooth rhythm she received from the fluid she had resided in for so many years had disappeared and something of an odd, smooth texture—several textures, was touching her. The feels were so alien to anything she had experienced in her pods gestation.
Her eyes remained closed as she remained still against the anomaly that held her up right. When he spoke and asked that she name herself, deep green orbs broke black wet lashes and allowed her to view the man assisting her in remaining upright. He asked that she give him a name, her name. “Enya.”
The older man let out a sigh of relief as he heard the familiar's voice. He was almost afraid she would be a still born familiar and the shame he would have received for giving their prince a useless familiar . . . so much shame. “Good, good.” The man cooed as he walked up to them with a small light blue robe. “Cover her up in this and lets carry her into the preparation room.”
Enya was hoisted up into her commanding lords arms and carried carefully into another room where she was then laid out on a table and aided in slipping the robe on for the time being. A warm liquid was brought in and the cloth dipped in it, then applied to her skin to clean away additional residue from the pods liquids. Enya was cleaned and dried off shortly after. The robe was reapplied and the old man was quickly at her side sliding one shoulder off of her bare skin.
“I'm going to mark her with the royal seal, as she is your familiar my lord. You'll be receiving the same thing so that it is know that she is yours, and you are hers.” The elder man said as he brought over a thin device and began etching the design into the familiar's skin. She flinched and even let out many gasps, hisses and sobs as the flesh was broken and the ink forced into it. Enya looked away from the old man at his task and instead stared at the commanding lord that she was being given to, wondering what all of this really meant. In her gaze there was no hate or accusation that it was his fault she was being tattooed with his symbol. All that she had in her eyes, should he see it, was question for the situation and why she felt drawn into an alien world. Her purpose in it, to him, to them, was lost to her.
Few words were spoken as she traded places with the commanding lord. He was a lot more able to manage the device digging into his skin than she had been. When the elder man finished he released the pair but with instruction to take her to where she would reside and allow her rest and a few moments of explanation from her commanding lord. “Make sure you discuss the important details with her my lord . . . it's vital.”