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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 21:31:23 GMT -6
Worthwhile Distractions
Eniah and Bentley
Eniah has just finished the task of feeding the goats of Cabrera-Soleil, and is about to weed the
gardens, when he seems to have attracted the attention of young Lady Bentley! Now he
is left conflicted between humoring her and keeping her company or returning to the morning
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 21:47:03 GMT -6
ENIAH
THE YOUNG ROYAL SERVANT
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He stumbled out from the goat pen, a giggling mess while he fussed with the dirt and the hoofprints on his right shoulder. Typically Eniah went about his day begrudgingly, showing a strong work ethic but keeping his guard high for the chance he might be pulled aside by one of his masters for a mistake that he had failed to notice or a spot he had missed for cleaning. The goat pen, however, was an exception. Never could the colt have dreamed he'd be stuck with a task he'd end up enjoying so much, but, it was a dream come true. Master Ron had such a large number of goats in his possession and every single one of them was a pleasure to handle.
As one could expect Eniah to think; beneath his hardened disposition was a soft-spot for animals that showed itself on a regular basis. The goats really wanted their food; they'd hop on his back or prop themselves up their forelegs against his shoulder, their eyes fixated on the bale of food he levitated high above their heads and bleating pleadingly. He wouldn't starve them of course, Eniah very easily gave in to their demands for their meal, but it amused him the lengths they'd take to get it. Feeding the goats that were in their appropriate stalls was nice, but not nearly as entertaining.
He was smart to have put his cloak on the hook outside the pen, lest it would have shared the same fate as his shoulder; covered in cloven hoof marks, dirt, and straw. When Eniah managed to brush off the last of the dirt, he removed the silken cloak from the hook that it shared with the goat halter and threw it back over his shoulder, hooking it securely across his chest. Eniah shook his scruffy, fiery mane and stretched out his neck, trying to stuff away the glee that had earlier exploded in peals of laughter
It was all good fun, but now he needed to move on to the next task. He had been told there was a section of the garden that was showing signs of weeding...
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Post by swaggalatte on Dec 21, 2016 13:49:24 GMT -6
Bentley | Youngling Lady
The day was so perfect in the eyes of the seven year old. The skies were clear, the crisp blue sky pleasantly coupled with a gentle breeze that kept the sun from being too warm. As always, a servant was following her, but in this case she was okay with it. Varien, her true father, followed behind her, giving small laughs as Bentley tumbled around with her large rabbit companion. Mr. Cuddles was usually very grumpy, not wanting to give into her antics, but the weather seemed to bring out the more playful side in him. He would bolt off down the hall and hide beneath something, and await for his master to find him. Then he would gently nibble on her to send her into a fit of squealing giggles, and run off again.
"Don't go too far," Varien instructed, trotting a little ways behind her. Ever since the incident at the Crucible, he had been hesitant to let her out of his sight. It was not his place, as a servile slave, to demand anything from her or her public parents, Ron and Lilith. He could only watch her when he was assigned to do so. He knew that she would be safe, but he still could not be completely relieved any time she left the villa.
"Where'd you go?" Bentley questioned quietly, peeking around pillars and under shrubs. She was not completely certain when she had made it outside, but it did not matter. She paused, pricking her ears to listen for the shuffle of her overweight rabbit. When she finally heard him, she smiled devilishly, bounding to a bird bath not too far away.
"Boo!" As she came near, she spotted the familiar mottled pattern of his pelt, but he did not scurry away when she found him. His attention was focused on something, or rather someone. Following his gaze, she realized that it was the younger servant that had recently entered their household. A grin broke across her face. Using her telekinesis, she scooped up her rabbit, plopping him on her back, then she headed towards the light-colored colt.
Eniah appeared to be going off to do something in the garden, but Bentley knew he would not mind her coming to play. He was, after all, a kid.
"Eniah!!" She greeted as she bounced up to him, her ears raised and every part of her attentive to him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 14:46:20 GMT -6
ENIAH
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The distant voices of his housemate Varien and others fell on deaf ears to him, for the colt was far too focused on starting the next task at hoof. Perhaps so much so that he hadn't realized he had caught someone's attention. Now Eniah was used to be given a blind eye by his masters; typically in his younger years he didn't receive any attention from his owner after being wrung into her service, except when he didn't meet up to her demands. Any positive attention from ranks higher than his own came as a surprise to him. Which, now working at the Villa of Cabrera-Soleil, meant plenty of adjustment.
Hence, he hadn't expected the young Lady Bentley to come about shouting at him, let alone even notice him. The twelve year-old's head shot up and his neck straightened with an incredible amount of speed. His muscles tensed and his spine straightened out, as though to make himself presentable. All this while suppressing a yelp of surprise. One could tell his eyes had gone wide. "Yes, my lady?"
The tone he used was calm and willing, laced with anxiety as well. He couldn't help it; the kid was still adjusting to life here and frankly his last master had stained him with an urge to appear presentable every time his name was called. He only relaxed a little when he finally registered who it was.
Lady Bentley was young; a few years younger than him, in fact. She still seemed to possess that child-like wonder he might have once had. He did not know what she faced during the attack on the Crucible, or the stain that it had left on her, but he did know that she was the owner of one of the house's many pets and spent time with his much older housemate, Varien. For that, his first impression of her was kinder than most. Blue eyes glanced between her, her rabbit (Mr. Cuddles, he presumed,) and the rose bushes still needing tended to a few lengths away.
"Ah, what is it you might need, my lady?" He politely addressed her. Eniah had work to do but wouldn't it be wrong for him to deny his service to one of the young nobles as well?
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Post by swaggalatte on Dec 22, 2016 14:36:14 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble Youngling
When she saw Eniah stand upright, she tried not to frown. Servants were always so eager to be presentable, especially when they first arrived to Soleil. Bentley found it rather annoying that they did not always want to play with her right away, and that they were more concerned with being presentable. She knew that many other nobles expected their servants to be extremely subservient, with few even requiring that they not look at their masters. What she did not know was that once a servant was used to acting that way, they did not always have an easy time transition to looser rules.
"Whatcha doing?" She questioned playfully, looking around him to see if she could guess. From the tools on the ground to the dirt building up on his coat, she assumed pulling weeds. She remembered when she used to help plant vegetables and flowers, and how she always hated pulling weeds. Bentley grew out of gardening, preferring plants that were inside pots and only needed to be watered and not much else.
Mr. Cuddles squirmed a little on her back, annoyed at the presence of a stranger. Bentley set him back on the ground gently, careful to put him on his feet and not his face. He almost immediately hopped away, searching for edible plants and tasty flowers among the weeds. Bentley cared little for what he ate, knowing that they could just replace it. She perked her ears as she turned back to look at Eniah, her curly mane bouncing lightly at the movement.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 22:05:42 GMT -6
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"Uhh," the roan colt paused, and raised his thick brows ever so slightly. "Doing my morning tasks, my lady." Did she not figure that out or was she genuinely interested in him? He figured from the fact that she was peeking past him to look at the tools laid out before the garden that it was the latter; the young colt had barely even gotten the chance to start but even the dirt that still stuck to his coat from the goat pen could lead someone to say otherwise.
His blue eyes were searching for something to stare at while addressing her, and so he gently continued to comb away at the first of the weeds sprouting through the soil. Then his gaze wandered to Cuddles, the fat brown and white rabbit that went on its own adventure in a search for food. For a child normally stoic and closed off, he did a poor job of hiding that easier exposed softspot for animals.
The colt's missing left ear flicked, the moment he realized that she had not answered his question. Did she need something? Or was she literally just watching him? Why was a noble like her taking interest in him if she didn't need anything? "...Is there something you might need?" He repeated again, slowly lifting his gaze to look up at her.
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Post by swaggalatte on Dec 23, 2016 23:32:48 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble Youngling
She had forgotten that he had asked her a question, and when he repeated it, she shook her head. She trotted around him, using her telekinesis to pick up one of the garden tools.
"Do you wanna play?" Bentley offered, lowering the tool to dig at a patch of dandelions. After struggling for a few moments, she managed to dig it free, clumps of soil dribbling off of it. She disposed of it next to the hole, then used her teeth to pluck the brightly colored flowers. "I used to collect flowers a lot. I really liked dandelions until I learned they were weeds," she rambled, pouting a bit at the end of her statement. She stuck the stem of the little flower into her hair, tucking it neatly into her curls. She turned to face Eniah, standing up a bit straighter with a smile on her face. "How do I look?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 11:47:57 GMT -6
ENIAH
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The youth's brows furrowed slightly, watching with confusion as the younger filly went to pick up one of his garden tools. Naturally Eniah scooted over, giving some room for Bentley to work but nonetheless observing with a small frown of befuddlement on his face. "...Play? The master instructed me to finish these tasks, I don't have time to play." He replied, sternly digging away at a separate weed in the soil. Unlike her, he clawed at the soil around it with a lot more effort, and then pulled it out by the roots in one fell swoop.
Eniah didn't reply at first, too focused to listen to her words. That changed when she sought his opinion. "Oh--yes." Maybe it wasn't totally genuine but who was he to say know to his master's daughter? The young colt raised his brows and nodded. "It looks very nice on you, my lady."
There was some silence from him, before he finally decided to speak up again. "I won't argue with what most horses say but I can't say why a dandelion is considered a weed. I was told it's because they spread around too much...in my opinion I think they make the grass look more beautiful." He admitted a little more softly. "I get the idea that we're trying to cull them out, yet, for some reason they find a way to come back each summer."
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Post by swaggalatte on Dec 31, 2016 2:06:35 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble Youngling
The small noble was taken aback at his first statement, dropping her mouth open in shock.
"There is always time to play!" She stated adamantly, flicking her mane from her face. "The weeds aren't going to be going anywhere, you can always get them later," Bentley dismissed with a shrug. A butterfly darted in front of her face, distracting her almost immediately. She chased it a few paces, only to remember that she was having a conversation with the young servant. She turned back just in time to catch his compliment, and she giggled. Trotting lightly on her manicured hooves, Bentley came back to him and hovered a small puff of a dandelion into his mane.
"I'm glad that I am not the only one who thinks so," she agreed, smiling widely. "I'm glad that they stay around because once they become old you can use them for wishes!" Turning away, she trotted over to a patch of grass, flopping down in the middle of a bunch of the golden flowers. "C'mere, I wanna show you somethin'!" She invited, her tone warm. She did not wait for Eniah to come over, and plucked several of the dandelions, keeping the stems rather long.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 11:52:36 GMT -6
ENIAH
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"Pssh." Eniah sputtered a small scoff. Well not for me, he wanted to say. When has he ever had time to play? Before he had been purchased by Ron, the colt didn't have peers of his age group to interact with. All the slaves that belonged to his first master--the dirty scum of a noble, his father--were fully grown mares who tried to coddle him and shield him from the brutal reality of their purpose under his ownership. The slaves that belonged to his second master were much older; except for the Pit Fighter, they were all elderly, and their weakening limbs and tiresome states were partially the reason why so much pressure was placed upon Eniah by his previous master.
He continues to comb at the weeds, quieter this time, his face fixed in a glare fired at the soil. To him there was no way between his tasks--it was all black and white to him; no free time, no breaks, nothing, not until it was all done and done well. Though slightly agitated, Eniah furrowed through the soil with the miniature rake with precision, uprooting a small sprout of crabgrass that had been gutsy enough to poke through the dirt.
He stopped again when a puffy dandelion head hovered into his line of sight. Very close to his forelock, in fact. Eniah nearly deadpanned when Bentley began to giggle up a storm. "My lady, please--" The irritated plea was cut short when the puff tickled his nose and caused him to sneeze.
The dandelion seeds were sent loose across his mane, making them stick out in all sorts of directions. He stood and began to shake them out, but some of them clung to him as stubbornly as he cloak on his back. With a sigh, the roan colt decided to listen to Bentley further, though he kept his neck low and his expression almost somber.
"Use them for wishes...?" He parroted. Eniah had never heard of that. Then again, he had never really shared a conversation about dandelions before. The colt never really believed in wishes anyway; they never worked for him, much the same for miracles. But, he wouldn't ruin the filly's fun.
"Ah, my lady!" The colt called the moment he noticed her pluck dandelions from the soil. He didn't know precisely what she was doing, but for now he rested on the assumption that she was at least trying to help him with his work. He trotted toward her with haste. "If you must help, you can't just pluck them from the stems! They have to be uprooted!"Word Counter: 434 Tagging: Swaggalatte |
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Post by swaggalatte on Feb 22, 2017 21:10:34 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble Youngling
The young lady ignored Eniah's adamant return to work, giggling when he sneezed and blew dandelion seeds all over.
"Yes, wishes! You close your eyes real tight, and you think in your head about whatever it is that you wish for, and then blow on the puff," she explained, demonstrating with one of the flowers. She watched with big amethyst eyes as the seeds drifted down the garden. "The gods will hear your wish, and do the best they can if you have good intentions." Bentley turned back to him and gave him a big smile before going back to collecting a bushel of dandelions. She left his previous warning unheeded, and continued to pluck them from the base of their stems and leaving the rest of the plant in the soil.
She planted her hindquarters on the ground, her eyebrows knitting together as she strained her telekinesis. She separated the flowers, tying their long stems to the one next to it. Bentley hummed as she did so, slowly braiding more and more dandelion stems together. Her grin returned to her face, the corners of her mouth pulled high. The tangled mess of flowers drifted in front of Eniah, the final shape being a skewed circle, almost like a crown. "Just because they're weeds, does not mean that they are completely useless," Bentley said sweetly, placing the flower crown on his head. "My gift to you, Eniah." She took a few steps back, tilting her head looking at him from different angles. She shifted it a bit on his head, then nodded and smiled. "Perfect!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 8:36:51 GMT -6
ENIAH
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"Mmm." Yet again he chose to silently disagree with her. Thoughts flickered back to recollections of his early childhood, back when wishes and dreams seemed real. He believed in them at one time, when he was with his mother. But, that all went away after he was sold. Eniah's expression remained stoic and slightly somber as he pondered. His blue eyes were still fixed upon the dandelions the young lady was busy plucking. "N-no, no, no, let me show you--"
He was about to lay beside her, his tone hasty and lips taut, The colt stopped, however, ears flicking back and look softening ever so slightly as Bentley rose to her hooves again. He need not lose his composure or temper in front of her, lest he could get himself into trouble. The young biding colt staring quizzically at her actions--before his blue eyes darted to the soil again. Eniah had to hold back the urge to inwardly wince at the stubs of dandelion stems still poking out from the ground. It would be much harder to locate them all now.
The colt froze almost instantly when he felt something slowly lower on his head: A circle of dandelions, fitted around his ears. His jaw slackened slightly, thick brows raised in both surprise and rare curiosity at the gift.
The subject of his appearance was often one Eniah tried to avoid. What once was considered his strongest feature had been degraded to his greatest weakness. The scars on his body were marks of shame, ugly. The cloak gifted to him by Gloria spared him from many curious eyes, that would have been drawn to the slave child's shoulder.
That cloak was special to him. Not only because it was a gift from a friend, but because it made him feel worth something. It restored beauty, elegance, and appeal to his broken form. He felt special again.
Bentley probably didn't know it, but that little flower crown hit a softspot. "I..." Eniah looked speechless, and scarcely moved, even as the new crown threatened to slide down over his eyes. "I wasn't expecting that..." His voice was soft, but soon enough the colt cleared his throat and tried to regain his steady, stoic composure. "Th-thank you. Yes, thank you, my lady."
"Erm--how often does the master--er, your father--let you play out here?"
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Post by swaggalatte on Mar 9, 2017 2:18:25 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble YounglingShe hardly noticed the change in his tone, both when he was disgruntled and when he was taken aback by her gift. Bentley could tell that he genuinely meant his thanks, and that was all that mattered. Eniah was not upset that he had plants in his hair, he appreciated it, and Bentley did not care for much else at the moment. She adjusted it slightly on his head so that it stayed a bit more out of his eyes, frowning a bit when the circlet of flowers refused to settle where she wanted it to. She gave him a polite bow and smiled widely.
"It goes well with your cloak," Bentley replied, gesturing to the drape over his back and front shoulder. She could not remember ever seeing him without it, but assumed that she was just not thinking hard enough.
"Papa lets me out here all the time as long as there is someone to watch me," she replied, turning her head a bit to look back where she had come from. Not too far away stood her biological father, Varien. He watched them attentively, bowing his head slightly when he noticed that Bentley was looking at him. He was much too used to the necessity of respect and absolute obedience, sometimes forgetting that it was his own 7 year old daughter that he addressed in such a manner. Bentley sighed, then turned back to look at Eniah. "Usually I am just playing with Cuddles or one of my brothers."
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Eeeeee I'm so glad ;u; I love him the cute lil grump
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 20:47:03 GMT -6
ENIAH
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"Don't worry--I won't let it fall off," He reassured, clutching one side of the circlet in mental embrace to keep it from sliding, even as Bentley adjusted it. "I wouldn't want to mess up your hoof-work." The colt then slowly sat himself down, tucking his legs under his scarred form. A mention of his cloak prompt him to self consciously adjust it, pulling the sleeve better over the scarred shoulder that he so carefully hid from view.
She was a funny young lady--Eniah did not know of her true biological roots, and she looked so much like her mother that he could have scarcely seen the likeness to Varien anyways--he simply though she was glancing back at the villa, where his master stood--and the youth passed a nod of acknowledgement toward his slave housemate.
"Do you play with your sisters often? I mean...I'm certain you could pass down some of your knowledge of making these to Lady Ingrid and Denali..." He suggested softly. The names flung awkwardly off his tongue--as he realized just how easily the words had come off so kindly. This was not like him, was it? Eniah was so used to being cold and stubborn that he had hardly recalled the time he seemed so...vulnerable. He hadn't been since his final conversation with Gloria.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jul 17, 2017 19:08:44 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble YounglingBentley watched him curiously, noting the greeting that he passed to Varien. She doubted that he knew about his secret, but dared not speak her thoughts. As desperately as she wanted to let other people know, Bentley was always told that not everyone would feel the same way about the situation that their family did. Bentley trusted Eniah, but still. Secrets spread easily through Valore.
She beamed at the mention of her newest siblings. She loved them all dearly, but baby Ingrid was her favorite of the younger ones.
"Yes! Mother says I have to be careful with her though, because she is so little," Bentley replied sadly, a pout popping her lower lip out. She gestured with her head, her teeth displayed in a broad smile. "Let's go and spot clouds!" She hopped a few paces away, her small hooves clicking on the stones. Bentley's purple eyes landed back on him as she turned around with her ears up. Remembering why the young slave was out in the gardens in the first place, she looked around, then paced back over to him with a conniving look on her face. Her face was next to his and she spoke in a whisper.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you taking a break," Bentley promised, a sly gleam in her eyes.
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