Mean Girls

The empress settled in front of the tall slave girl. Carefully she cleaned off blood with the dampened moss. The girl gave a question and Belle did her best not to react. ”I don’t know. What do you think she attacked you for?” She returned the question honestly, she hadn’t heard the words the girl’s exchanged. The Empress lay the piece of moss on the ground in favor of some dried horse tail. She soaked it in the water for a long moment before applying the plant to Motif’s shallow cuts. As long as they didn’t get infected the girl would be fine in a few days. ”Can you blink your eyes?” Belle asked, grabbing a clean moss with water to hold at the corner of Motif’s eye to help flush the blood. The practice wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was better than the blood.