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They are almost trembling. So, they all fear her, she wasn’t just scaring me.
“I am not coming back here. One of you is going to bring it to my dwelling,” Azula commands.
She comes to my side, and I feel her stare on the side of my face. Mulan has totally moused away and is getting a container and a knife. When Azula is finished glaring at me she scoffs and leaves.
The air gets instantly lighter when she is gone although it is still a little awkward.
“Take a seat over there.” Mulan shows me a chair.
I hesitate because I am not sure if I’m supposed to be helping. No one has explained anything to me.
I just wish someone would tell me anything. Mulan and I haven’t gotten a moment for me to ask her anything.
But I sit there a little anxious because Igor was unconscious last time I saw him and I don’t know what to do or where exactly to go. I watch the women work in spotted short conversations. I suspect I am the reason for that.
They cut the meat then distribute it in many smaller containers and pack them. Mulan takes two containers and I follow her out.
We cross to the entrance that houses Hani and Mulan’s chambers. Mulan lives on the second floor.
I am a panting mess when I get to the last flight and Mulan—unlike Zod—waits for me.
We go to her chambers and when we get inside, I release a relaxed breath finally. I’m finally away from all those stares.
She heads to her kitchen and places both containers on the table. Every chamber seems to be different. With Hani you enter in a bedroom setting, but with Mulan a sitting area.
I wonder if ranking has anything to do with that. The one me and Igor were in had no kitchen or sitting area. It was just the bedroom with the washroom.
“You must be hungry.” She says as she bends to one of her cupboards.
“A little.” I am never one to be humble about food, but I don’t know what’s frowned upon in this land.
“Come on, carrying two orcs. They must chew on your insides when they haven’t been fed.” She jokes and I chuckle.
“They are a heavy load, yes.” I joke back, rubbing my stomach and she laughs loudly.
She proceeds to pull out different vegetables from the cupboards.
“I have soup and bread. Let me throw this in the pot then I will fix you a plate, okay?” She says.
I nod gratefully. Mulan is so different from the other orcs I’ve met.
“You are really nice.” I say.
She smiles a sad smile. “They will adjust to having you here. You will make friends in no time.” She says.
“I don’t know if Azula will let them.”
She stiffens a little.
“What is it, Mulan?”
“Nothing. I know you are pregnant, but do you know your way around the kitchen?” She diverts me.
“Yes, what do you need me to do?”
“Chop these. I am making this stew for Azula to pick up for her mate’s breakfast when he wakes.” She says. Mulan is a bit timid for an orc.
“Why doesn’t she make food for her own mate?”
