The horror of thinking that the chromite would called her "Overtier Sextus" in front of now only her other underlings but her superiors, such as Vargas or Aethril, almost made her heart stop momentarily. But...again...child. She had to be patient.
She nodded.
*exit
On the way! It was getting hungry, but it was also certain that Overseer Momtus/Texas/whatever would find it food en route. And--practice!
The child danced about as its adoptive mother walked in a more stately manner. Scythes carved haphazardly at the air. Now and then, Chromite tumbled onto its butt, its legs spun too far for a child's balance to compensate for. It darted ahead, sniffed off to sides, and--eventually--began to fall behind, as children on long journeys tended to do.
But it did follow. Followed, off toward a new future.