♡ Responsibilities were a difficult thing. Before now it’s likely that The Thing would have simply refused any chance of responsibility, a chance to prove her worthiness and capabilities. It was never something she had any particular interest in, even now, even after she had politely asked Marigold if she could hold the weekly tasks. She still feels anxious around the man, a quickening of the heartbeat that’s unmissable, but she had to pull her weight regardless of her fears. This was her home despite how messy it may be. It’s a fact that she remembers as she steps into a clearing, eyes flickering with anxiety before steadying herself as best she could.
”If you want a weekly task, please come ask me for one,” Even as she tries to raise her voice it isn’t terribly loud, but the gentle tune carries through the air like a bird's song. This was the easy part, the hard part of assigning tasks to fit the interesting people within the Dynasty came next.