Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Jackson waited to be spoken too first, but he didn't like knelling without a perpus. With his previous master he had knelt because it had please him, but Jackson knew next to nothing about the women in front of him. He suspected she was vampire, or maybe a witch just by her dress. He had seen many visitor's of his master dressed it such clothing.
When he was finally spoken too his lifted his head a bit, but not up all the way. He wanted to answer her, not to talk into the dirt.
"Jackson, Mistress. Jackson Williams." He answered her in the clearest tone he could manage.