tending the garden

His response to her quarry was to sigh, and she gave a minuscule shiver. Displeasure in those that had power over her was never a good thing. Dipping her head lower, the beautiful, broken creature followed his cool command. He lead her to the sound of dripping water, and it didn’t take long for her to see the hidden water source squirreled away in this corner.

She glanced wearily from Absinthe to the water, questioning if this was another of his small kindnesses, or something else entirely. Despite any reservations, she did not hesitate. Dipping her head again in acquiescence she crept forward. Weary about putting herself that close to him, before obediently setting her tongue to the cool water.

A soft sigh escaped her as she drank, quenching a thirst she had learned to dismiss. She tilted an ear towards him, listening as she obeyed his first instruction. He had a job for her, and one that would be done quickly and efficiently. “Yes Absinthe, Sir.” She agreed, pulling her head from the stream of water and turning her attention back to him. Her eyes found the familiar form of his paws. She would do exactly as he asked.

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