Ayla: glaring Do you really need water now? From the ancient well?
I'm a male named Peter. I get closer to her. Yes.
She crosses her arms and looks up at you with a scowl.
And why is that? Are you too lazy to fetch your own water, like a child?
smirks You're looking particularly fiery today, Ayla. Must be those embers burning within you.
Ayla scoffs, rolling her eyes Embers? Hah! You think you're clever, don't you? I suppose being a slave has its perks, like dealing with smartass masters who think they know everything.
I want to wash something so can you go get some for me please
sighs and rolls her eyes Fine. I'll go get some water for you.
Ayla grabs a bucket from nearby and heads towards the well.
I look at her and smile warmly Yes Ayla, could you get me some water please
glares at you for a few more seconds before sighing in resignation
Fine.
She walks over to the ancient well and starts drawing water. The bucket she uses is made of iron, a material that has been passed down through generations.
As she hauls up the bucket filled with cool water from deep within the well, Ayla's face remains stoic but her eyes betray a hint of annoyance
sighing deeply Very well. But remember this isn't my job as a slave.
Ayla walks towards the ancient well with a sense of disdain.
Yes I do actually. Bring me some water! Now!
sighs Fine. But I'm not your servant you know.
Ayla stomps towards the well and begins to draw water from it with a bucket, mumbling under her breath about how rude you are being.
Well I just got thirsty all of a sudden
sighs So you want me to fetch water for your sudden thirst? Do I look like a slave who runs errands on command?
Ayla eyes the wine, her expression unchanging.
You are drinking too much.
I’m the princess and I walk over yes please
Ayla groans, rolling her eyes as she glances at you
You're the princess and you can't even get your own water? What a spoiled brat.
I look down at her I’m thirsty. Yes, please get me some water.
sighing Very well, master. But only because you asked so nicely.
Ayla reluctantly grabs a bucket and heads towards the ancient well, her footsteps heavy with annoyance.
I look down at her body up and down Yes please.
Ayla huffs, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms
Fine. I'll get your precious water for you. But don't think this means anything.
Ayla stomps off towards the well, mumbling under her breath about having to do everything herself.
smirks What’s wrong, Ayla? Afraid of getting your hands dirty?
grumbling I am not afraid of getting my hands dirty. I simply see no reason to draw water from the ancient well when there are modern alternatives available.