She came from the steppe, one early morning, dressed in a skimpy dancer suit, fresh and jumpy as someone just doing a nice walk. Telling who she was was impossible, she was able to mumble a few words in an unknown language, and everything else was smiles and tailwagging.
Cute as a button, but, well, definitely not smart. She couldn't dance, or sing, too much of a klutz to do whatever house chore without destroying the camp, and obviously, don't mention magic or whatever would require learning to read and write.
Lots of good will, but useless. And useless in that world was out of the picture.

So, the encampment Mistress, after the umpteenth good destroyed, sent her to the Slave Market, that peculiar part intended for the useless people, where you became food, if you were lucky, or fresh genetic material for the Masters and Mistresses of the clans. And this meant being constantly pregnant until your womb worked for females, and closed in a cage, boosted with drugs to keep it go until your cardiovascular system exploded, couple of years at most, for the males.

So, poor little runaway dog girl would became a baby machine. Except that Lizard Skin, the camp priestess, didn't allow this, because she knew what being useless meant, and almost being sold as food, and couldn't stand the thought of the smiling, affectionate creature becoming a barely alive incubator closed in a cage.

She stole her from her buyer and after some vicissitudes she was able to secure the nameless girl to the cares of a good hearted cat-woman owning a far-away tavern, that had patience enough to teach her to do basic chores. She became a clumsy but adorable and well loved maid and lived happily ever after.

A karma-sent creature for the wicked Lizard Skin/Silk!

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