servant of the ashes

Her gifted slave quickly got to work removing the green algae and mud from her paws. She couldn’t help the relaxed smile that played on her lips as the woman rubbed the moss against her toes. Zee’s words were not as soothing. Sirius had reprimanded the young woman, having her pledge not to touch their mistress? Who would see to her fur, who would clean and rub her paws? The thought was alarming. She didn’t mind Seer correcting the woman, but he should be doing it for the right reason.

”No, Zee you are allowed to touch after asking permission. He shouldn’t have made you swear something like that.” Belle took a moment to think as her feet were slowly rinsed in the cool of the water. ”Ill speak with him, the next time he sees fit to threaten you he’ll need to bring his grievance to me.” She loved Seer deeply, but he couldn’t be the one deciding what her slaves did and didn't do.