Home Sweet Home

Her offer to brew tea was met with a bit of surprise and Lyre's head gave the barest tilt in response. It was probably the most personal reaction she'd made thus far. Was tea not common here? She'd been required to brew tea at all hours of the day and night for her former mistress, though the woman had been very old. With the possible location of items given, the striped fae rose and moved into the adjoining chamber. Her eyes adjusted to the altered light within and she quickly found enough to make a very basic tea. It likely wouldn't taste as good as she was capable of crafting, but it would do.

After presenting the steaming dish of tea to her master, he spoke and she raised big green eyes upwards as he wanted her to do. His words sent a chill through her and she visibly swallowed, but her gaze remained passive and held his. He wanted to hurt her and, if she took his words as promise, he would. So she had that to look forward to. In the end, Lyre merely gave her usual nod of acceptance. "I am yours," was her response, though it was spoken much more softly than her normal tones. If he wished to abuse her, he had every right to do so. He had taken her life from the slavers and thus, it belonged to him. There weren't a great amount of well conditioned slaves in the world; slaves who accepted their lot in life without batting an eye; but Lyre was one of them.

Lyre set about her second task. He'd accepted the offer of a massage and she would do just that. "The process works best if you're laying on your stomach," she advised, waiting until he slid down onto his belly. He was quite large and Lyre had to stand on hind paws to reach the neck and back muscles of the brute. "There are different types of massage, so please let me know if this is too rough or not rough enough." The woman's obsidian dipped paws began their work. She started just behind his ears, claws and pads moving lightly through the thicker fur until she could locate the muscles beneath his skin. Lyre lost herself in her work, her paws pressing, smoothing and rolling depending on which muscle had her attention at the time.

Lyre quickly made her way up her master's neck and began working on the muscles of his shoulders and upper back. These tended to get wound more tightly than one realized, so she gave them the proper work and attention required to loosen them again. The striped fae worked down her master's brown and teal back, fanning down his ribcage on either side. When she came to his haunches and hips, she gave him a moment to stop her. Not all brutes enjoyed being touched here and she wouldn't assume that her master was the type to want it. If he didn't stop her, she would continue, however.

"Lyre"