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09-08-2020, 02:10 AM
Fire? The only fire a master appreciated was on the battlefield, or beneath the sheets. Heat ubfused his neck at the thought, and he want entirely convinced she wasn't pampering him for such an occupation. His training had not extended this far yet, and he woukd be a mighty disappointment and unworthy entertainment for a Princess. Besides the idea sent a surge of panic through his vains. He wasnt entirely certain why. He was an obedient slave to his Master whims after all.
"It would be my honor to replace them." He said, assuming that was what she meant. He would be put to work soon, thank goodness. Work was something he understood. She gave a small yawn and he almost leaped back to his paws to offer her a massage, fine foods, whatever she wished to help her find her sleep. He contained himself, however. She had already declined once, he would not be fool enough to ask twice.
He was left alone after that, to his jumbled thoughts. First, he creeper quietly off the furs, and onto the familjar sensation of hard floor. He wasnt going to be able to sleep with thay unfamiliar comfort. Then, he lay awake for a time, and before he knew, drifted off into uneasy sleep.
He woke to the faint scent of rot, and knew one of the wounds he had accumulated in his escape with the Lady Hazel threatened to turn sour. He grimaced, knowing without a doubt that there woumd be no clinical assessment of the state of nobility goods here. He would have to care for himself. He had the basic understanding of medicine. Through the branch he had been taught angled more towards muscles, and easing them. He knew herbs that soothed the skin. But he also knew of honey, and trillium - through rare - for bloody poisoning. He would have to consider carefully how to please. As it stood, he did not know what set off the Lady Aslatiel. Sneaking out soumd be taboo, surely. He would need a decent excuse. Perhaps to fetch her a royal feast for breakfast. A hunt woukd give him a chance to scout about. It was still a few hours till light, so he returned to the furs, and rested uneasily, waiting for a hint of his Mistresd stirring.
"It would be my honor to replace them." He said, assuming that was what she meant. He would be put to work soon, thank goodness. Work was something he understood. She gave a small yawn and he almost leaped back to his paws to offer her a massage, fine foods, whatever she wished to help her find her sleep. He contained himself, however. She had already declined once, he would not be fool enough to ask twice.
He was left alone after that, to his jumbled thoughts. First, he creeper quietly off the furs, and onto the familjar sensation of hard floor. He wasnt going to be able to sleep with thay unfamiliar comfort. Then, he lay awake for a time, and before he knew, drifted off into uneasy sleep.
He woke to the faint scent of rot, and knew one of the wounds he had accumulated in his escape with the Lady Hazel threatened to turn sour. He grimaced, knowing without a doubt that there woumd be no clinical assessment of the state of nobility goods here. He would have to care for himself. He had the basic understanding of medicine. Through the branch he had been taught angled more towards muscles, and easing them. He knew herbs that soothed the skin. But he also knew of honey, and trillium - through rare - for bloody poisoning. He would have to consider carefully how to please. As it stood, he did not know what set off the Lady Aslatiel. Sneaking out soumd be taboo, surely. He would need a decent excuse. Perhaps to fetch her a royal feast for breakfast. A hunt woukd give him a chance to scout about. It was still a few hours till light, so he returned to the furs, and rested uneasily, waiting for a hint of his Mistresd stirring.
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