Having extracted the desired promise from his daughter, Eglington therefore did nothing to stop the little sprite from racing off to mother and slave as soon as they heard the first wails coming from the creature. He followed slowly, wishing to avoid the brunt of his wife's displeasure for as long as possible. His child was safe now; he had done his duty as a parent. Genevieve could handle the rest as the mother.
Emma on the other hand was incredibly distraught. Her tiny body collided with that of Ashlar's as she rushed to his side, her arms encircling his leg tightly as she tried her best to glare angrily over at her mother.
"You huwts him!" she cried out, stomping her foot. "You big meaniehead! He's my fwiend and you huwts him! 'Ow coulds you?!"
Her mother froze, shocked at how quickly her sweet child had turned on her. The expression soon flashed to hatred before resignation. The slave was certainly a bad influence and somehow would just have to go. The sooner, the better too!
"Now, Emma dear," she began, voice soft yet stern. "That is a slave and should be treated as such. Slaves are not friends, for friends do not order each other around and that is what you will have to do with it. Now please dear, let go. You are being quite unruly."
"No! 'pologize! You huwts him! If you don't then I'll..." Emma paused as she tried in her six-year old mind to come up with a good threat until a mischievous light sparked within, "I'll wun 'way and you'll neber see us 'gain!"
Genevieve sighed, shooting a hateful glare towards the slave before lowering her gaze to that of her only child. "I will apologize Emma only after you make him promise not to hurt me." A smirk curled her lips, believing that she had won this round. If Ashlar were to attempt his threats he would be stopped by Emma's command. She loved that even now she still had the creature in her command for Genevieve still had control of her child, at the moment at least.
Big brown eyes looked up at Ashlar glistening with tears. "Please Mister Ashley Sir, don't be mad at Mother. She sowwy. Please don't huwt her because she huwt you. It isn't wight. Teacher says so too."
Clinging tighter she added in a whisper, "I don' wanna lose you."
Her father shifted nervously behind the trio, unwilling to interfere and uncomfortable with staying. The look of triumph on his wife's face was certainly disconcerting but the look of horror on his daughter's face at losing her "fwiend," was equally disturbing.
"We should be going my dears," he finally stated, clearing his throat as he watched Emma cling tighter.
"Not until that thing agrees," his wife cut in, not even trying to hide her delight.