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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 6, 2017 11:55:50 GMT -6
CLYTHUS & NUALA
AFTER being acquired by the hippocampus mare, the common horse slave is unsure about how the days have passed and if he is still living up to her expectations. Meanwhile Nuala is becoming more busy with the pearl and has a couple questions for the slave.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 6, 2017 12:06:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It had been a few weeks since the silver dapple stallion had switched hooves from his previous master, Altair (NPC) to his current one, Nuala. She was a calm yet finicky mare, liking things her way and no one else's. Clythus still found himself stumbling at times to keep up with her demands and expectations but the freedom she granted him often to do as he pleased was more then he could ask for. Today however she had 'asked' the stallion to be home by a certain time. He figured she would either be keeping him or selling him, as most masters around this 'probation' period all held the same sort of meeting with him.
However rather then going out, plans with Zuriel had been rain checked and his night of probably drinking with Axenus had been postponed, the stallion was busy preening Nuala's home. He had already finished dusting, tea was brewing on the small bar in the alcove of the living room and he had put a few of her favorite incense a lite to waft through her home. He was nervous, of course that was apparent. But he had worn his finest bridal, one to match the mares ascetic, and had braided his hair up to keep it off the ground yet still cover his scar.
As much as Nuala told him it was beautiful, a mark worth it's story in gold, Clythus still felt more and more uneasy when it was exposed to prying eyes. He was ashamed of the mark, more then he cared to admit, even though it's purpose had been a loyal and courageous act. The pain of the magic still haunted him to the day and often times the stallion would flinch involuntarily when a horn lit up around him. Though finally with the house in order and the room set, dual colored eyes lifted to watch the hands of the clock. Any minute now his Mistress would come home and he would be there, standing quietly and centered in the middle of the room. Hair done up, coat shining and not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be found. If this was going to be a negative conversation, at least he could say he had done his best...
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 19, 2017 20:00:47 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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It had been a long day at the Pearl. Customers had seemed to drag on and on, her usual morning routine of going down to the water had been interrupted, and all and all, it just hadn’t been the very best of days. She made her way towards home quietly, her cape less shiny than usual as she had forgotten to bring one of her vials of lotion with her when she’d left in the morning and now it had started to dry out. Curse the cape, curse the fragility of her skin, it all sucked.
The mare made her way home in a huff, ignoring the calls of familiar customers as she passed them on Valore’s still busy streets. She was glad when she finally reached her home. She opened the door quickly and slithered inside, slamming it behind her. She had all but forgotten about her planned meeting with Clythus, all but forgotten about what she’d meant to tell him, but as she entered the home and the scent of tea and her favorite incense wafted through the rooms, she felt that twinge of memory.
Her head turned and through the fleshy veil her eyes sought the figure that stood politely in the center of the room. He was dressed in the bridle she liked, the one that matched her aesthetic, and appeared very well groomed, like he’d taken the time to make himself nice and presentable. But why? She couldn’t remember... Nuala stood there and looked anything but presentable, her coat was dull and dry and she looked tired. The mare, putting on her usual peculiar attitude, moved through the room towards one of her favorite cushions, a large pale blue thing that was spacious and plush enough to comfortably fit two persons.
“Clythus... Tea.” She said curtly, her tone sharper than she’d intended. “And bring the oils and lotions... I left them here this morning..”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 19, 2017 22:47:59 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Clythus had not been expecting his Mistress to arrive home in such a flurry of negative emotions. He flinched as the door slammed shut, head quickly dropping. This was not going how he had hoped it would start. With a hard swallow he flinched again at the harshness of her tone and curtness of her words, hooves quickly yet quietly moving to pour her some tea and bring over the small wooden box perfectly organized with her oils and lotions. He didn't say a single word, knowing he didn't need to but he also knew his throat would be too tight to speak. With the mood Nuala was in... Clythus felt the dread and unease slip over him. As the water trickled into the cup, the color a soft burnt red from being perfectly steeped, he couldn't help but reflect on every small mistake he had done before this day.
Setting everything on a silver tray, the stallion turned slowly and moved towards the other. His eyes where down, head lowered, tongue worrying the bit between his lips. Without a sound, the tray was set beside the pillow Nuala favored, on a small table the stallion had moved close previously to aid his Mistress more. Stepping back he moved back out of the way and out of her line of sight, nearly shaking, feeling his eyes burn. He had not been good enough for her. Would he ever be good enough for anyone else?
Feeling his resolve cracking the silver dappled creature turned and headed to his room. Might as well pack now... She'd want to return him as soon as possible. Altair would be so disappointed in him. As a hoof touched the stair a single tear hit the stone, unable to hold them back as he grit his teeth and clenched his eyes closed.
Not good enough...
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 20, 2017 17:13:32 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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The mare fell heavily upon the large plush cushion and waited as the slave silently went to work in fetching her requests. She hadn’t meant to be so sharp, so cold, but such had been the day she’d had. The mare closed her eyes and leaned back into the pillow, ears flicking as Clythus moved around and gathered the requested items. It was only as the silver tray was placed on the small table beside the cushion that she’d crack open one eye. He looked like a kicked dog, the way he worked the bit between his lips, his head held low... What had he done? She watched him until he slipped out of sight, heard his hooves as they lightly tread across the stone floor towards the stairs. Where was he going?
“Clythus. I did not dismiss you.” It was odd, odd that she should have to remind him of such. He was usually so well behaves, so attentive, but now he seemed far too eager to leave her presence. What on earth? She supposed she didn’t blame him since a grouchy mistress was never fun to attend... but still.
The mare didn’t move from her spot as she called him back to her. Her teke reached out to open the small box that housed those precious oils and lotions that she used to keep herself soft and comfortable.
She would wait for his approach, as she had no doubt he would be returning to her side, he was well trained, after all. Her coat was dry, it was uncomfortable and it made her irritable. She would gesture towards one of the vials, a pretty pink one filled with a perfumed lotion that was most certainly her favorite among them. “Here. Be a good slave and help your mistress...” She spoke, her tone a little less sharp and a little more kind, though still demanding. Nuala would wait for him to oblige while she sat back, trying to recall what she’d had planned for the evening. Did she have a client? Her eyes shifted towards Clythus’ face, noting what looked like the threat of tears in his eyes. What on earth was happening today?
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 20, 2017 17:31:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Hooves froze and body tensed. Why was she toying with him like this? Swallowing hard he slowly, silently, moved back to her side. His braided hair hung heavier then he remembered, brushing against his neck strangely. But he would do as she requested, always. A knee rose before he got to her side, to wipe his cheek and try to rid the tears from her sight. An emotional slave was no help to anyone. Especially his Mistress.
Approaching her side, he took note of the pink almost translucent colored vial and pulled it from the box. His teke popped the top of gently, nostrils flaring a bit at the fragrance as he tried to force himself to calm down. The smell was soothing and yet not at the same time. The hippocampus often smelled like this and this scent only seemed to upset him more as time passed. Why was she playing with him like this? If she was not happy with him, she should return him sooner then later. It was bad business practice to use up a product and then return it. It was strange to think she wouldn't want him. It made his heart hurt a bit.
Moving slowly, he tipped the vial over her cape, spreading it in slow massaging circles. He covered every inch of the blue colored skin, making sure to not miss a spot. It was easier now to focus on this then his feelings, a good menial task. When Clythus finished he placed the vial softly back in the wooden container and stood to remove the box, placing it back on the shelve. His emotions then flooded him. His time here was over. "Should I contact Lord Altair for you Mistress?" He whispered, his voice carrying easily over the space. Nuala didn't want to even evaluate him... The slave could only dread about how badly he had preformed for her over the trial period if she had no interest in even talking to him.
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 20, 2017 17:48:19 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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Nuala shamelessly slumped into the grand blue pillow as her slave attended her. It was almost magical the way such a simple task could ease her mind and bring her back from what was otherwise a very bad day. She felt the tension in her body just melting away as Clythus administered those slow, massaging circles and returned her flesh to its usual velvety state. The mare wiggled that set of sluggish appendages that could’ve acted as her tail, since she didn’t have a normal one like most equines, and sighed with relief. That was much better. Still, he seemed distracted, disconnected, like he was just going through the motions in order to please her and while that wasn’t particularly unusual, it still seemed... odd. Clythus was such an attentive slave, he could read her like a book, knew what she wanted before she even asked, so why was he so... disenchanted? The mare remained comfortably tucked in the folds of the great plush cushion even as he sealed the vial and returned it to its box and the box to its shelf.
The incents that he had lit continued to burn, the pleasant scent wafting through the entirety of the house, reminding her that she was indeed home and no longer wrapped up in the dullness of work. While she enjoyed her job, enjoyed the game of it, some days she could do without the drab and uninteresting clientele. She listened as he moved about the house, setting the delicate box of lotions and oils on the shelf. For a moment, time hung heavy on the air and his words struck her suddenly. Contact Lord Altair? For what purpose? Nuala rolled backwards, craning her neck over the edge of the cushion so that she could look at the slave... though he was of course upside down from her point of view.
“Come here.” She ordered, her teke smoothing out a spot beside her on the cushion made for two.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 20, 2017 18:42:51 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His ears flattened, listening to the mare shift on the pillow before her voice hit the air. Swallowing hard his own internal conflict started to rise within. If Nuala was just going to give him back why was she toying with him, like a mouse caught by a cat. Head lifted slightly, turning to look over at her. The mare's head was upside down, , knees slightly lifted from the stretch it put her in. Watching the spot be smoothed down beside her, the silver dappled slave let out a tiny breath and ventured close.
It was hard to be controlled and on his game. Without knowing for sure what she wanted, he was always on guard, trying to figure her out. He stood now, at the edge of the cushion, before he folded his knees and sank onto the surface. Hide shivered and twitched as he felt her body against his own, unsure how to not have that happen. Ears flickered in her direction, swiveling forward then back and pinned slowly back. He was uneasy, playing with the bit once more. The metal shifted and clinked around in his lips. "If... You are going to return me, I should go pack..." The slave whispered, unable to meet her gaze as he felt the tears burn his dual colored eyes once more.
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 20, 2017 18:55:24 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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From her spot, rolled and craned over the edge of the cushion she would watch him as he crossed the room. She sensed the tension in his form, sense the unease, but that was obvious from what he’d said. Something had gotten it into his head that she meant to return him and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what. Patiently she waited for him to join her on the plush surface, noting his slight hesitation at its edge. Nuala shifted as he knelt down and sank carefully to lay beside her. She felt the twitch of his skin, the shivers as they ran through his body at the touch. To be fair, the two hadn’t spent much time close, she, again, couldn’t blame him. Still, Nuala was no stranger to closeness, no stranger to physical contact, so she wasn’t perturbed by the feel of her slave’s flesh against her own, quite contrary, actually. He was warm and soft, not like some of her clients, and oddly enough... he felt like home. This slave had done so much in the short trial period to make her life easier, so much to make her home more comfortable, so much indeed.
The Courtesan shifted so that she could lean into him, curling her body in such a way that she could rest her head on part of him. His words made her ears twitch and she tilted her head so that she could look at him, noting how he kept his gaze averted. “Why would I return you?” She asked, wiggling in against him, soaking up his warmth that seemed to do wonders for her tired muscles. “I have no intention of letting you go.” The words were very matter of fact, no question, she wasn’t about to let him go. The thought of sending him back to his old master hadn’t ever crossed her mind during the brief trial period she’d had with him. Clythus was, as far as she was concerned, worth his weight in gold and then some. It would be terrible to send him away and, with a new slave on the way, she would need him to keep her home in order.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 20, 2017 19:41:29 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the equine laid beside the hippocampus, the couldn't shake the feeling he belonged here. But if she was already decided, then there was nothing the slave could do. Head lowered, eyes staying trained on the cushion. Nuala would not get the best of him, he would go back to Altair and try again. Ears swiveled and pinned as she spoke, eyes quickly widening as his head turned to look over her. Searching for any lies, any false words. Feeling her body curve around him, as much as she could, being that he was so much longer and taller, the stallion swallowed hard. "Why...? We... We where supposed to talk about my trial. W-when you came in and ordered me... Like that, it felt like you had already made up your mind about the meeting." He swallowed hard, head dropping as the tears finally fell.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, pressing his face against her chest or neck to hide the liquid dripping from his eyes. He hadn't realized what a relief it was to hear she would not get rid of him, would not give him back. These last few weeks he had done all the could, to make her happy with him. "I thought I wasn't good enough..." Words muttered against her form, leaving soft warm spots where he spoke.
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 20, 2017 20:41:39 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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Nuala was surprised and her expression showed it. She took a moment as the slave pressed his face to her chest and sobbed before wrapping him in as gentle an embrace as she could. She had forgotten, plain and simple. The day had been so long, her clients so needy, and the fact that she’d told him this morning that they would discuss his trail period had completely slipped her mind. In truth, she felt awful as it was obvious that her tone had upset him, had made him jump to conclusions that she didn’t blame him for leaping at.
“Oh, Clythus... I’m so sorry. I completely forgot that I had said we would talk about it this evening...” She started, squeezing him to her as his tears stained her skin. “I’ve already decided that I won’t sell you unless you truly want me to. You’re staying here, forever, and you are more than good enough. My darling, sweet slave..” Again she tried to reassure him.
Nuala shifted on the cushion and wiggled in such a way so that the two of them could cuddle there for a moment, she, using her teke, pulled a brush from a nearby shelf. She had no use for brushes, but Clythus... well, he was a different story. Though she found his braids beautiful, she carefully undid the bands that held them, using her teke to gently unweave the strands before running the soft bristles of the brush through them. “Clythus, you are mine until you no longer want me.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 20, 2017 21:04:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the weight of the mare moved and shifted to press him closer to her, he felt the tears fall faster. The relief he was feeling washing over him was drawing out all the emotions he had built up since she got home. All his stress about today was leaving through the liquid trailing down his face. Again, he felt her squeeze him as she spoke, pressing as close as he could to her. All these words... It was the most phrase he had gotten from anyone in so long. Breathing hard, the slaves body shook and trembled from the tears. "You're really happy with me?" Clythus couldn't help but ask again, soaking in the kind words as if he was struggling for air.
Body tensed as he felt her touch his hair, pushing his face more into her chest. He felt the braids slowly being undone, almost unsure if she hadn't liked them. But to feel the brush through the silky strands, the slave knew she was doing something just for him. Since she didn't have a mane or tail, the brush had been purchased for him and the slave felt more tears fall from appreciation. How could he have thought she hadn't wanted him? Eventually the tears dried up and the silver stallion relaxed against her.
"Can... We still have that talk? I-is there anything I can do better?" He felt he needed some sort of feedback, always wanting to improve.
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Post by Gaybies on Sept 5, 2017 20:08:45 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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Nuala shifted slightly, her teke guiding the brush through those long silver stands with a slow, soothing rhythm. She sat their quietly, the scent of those perfumed lotions he’d applied surrounding them as the two lingered on the oversized cushion. Her eyes would close behind that translucent veil as, for a moment, she simply sought to comfort him. “Of course. You have been a good slave, dutiful and attentive. I do not know what else a mistress could want from a slave such as you.”
The mare would pause, however, as he spoke and asked if there was anything he could do better. Was there anything? Clythus was always so good about making sure everything was in order. Her home was always spotless now, incense burned and filled the rooms with sweet smells, her lotions and oils were always well kept. What else could he do? She pondered a moment, reaching for the pipe she’d received from the Pearl’s mistress. She rolled it in her teke, continuing to brush his hair as she examined the small object and pondered his question.
“You could help me with clients.” She said at last, though her gaze never left the small pipe. “I grow tired of some of their conversations and their talents... That aside, I believe I know a few that would enjoy you.” Nuala didn’t much care for the idea of sharing her slave, she certainly wouldn’t allow him with her clients without her presence, but... there were a few that would certainly get a kick out of the silver haired stallion.
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 6, 2017 13:10:42 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the brush pulled through his hair, each stroke seemed to further calm the upset slave, driving him to breathe evenly. Tears eventually dried and when the mare spoke muscles relaxed and flowed out, easing the silver equines form further against the hippocampus. Ears swiveled and fell to the sides, his body completely placid against her. Her whole essence was surrounding him, letting Clythus draw exactly what he needed from her to settle himself. Closed eyes stay closed, that was until she spoke further and he tensed, slightly.
Head shifted, moving to look up at her in almost a stunned fashion. "You'd like me to help with clients? D-do... Do you think I'd be any good at that? I-I'm not at all like you..." He whispered, having only done sexual acts when he had a crush on someone or when he was in love. Clythus knew it would be strange to preform these acts without that 'spark' but if Nuala ordered it of him, the Stallion would not be able to say no and would do his best to make her proud of him. Swallowing hard he nuzzled his face into her chest once more and let out a small breath. "Will you help me be the best I can, for you?"
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Post by Gaybies on Sept 20, 2017 19:40:44 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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Nuala continued to brush his mane lightly, her teke careful as it dragged the delicate brush through those beautiful silver strands. She felt him tense as she spoke, eyes shifting to look down at him though her head remained stationary. “To be honest... I am not sure how good you will be as I haven’t sampled your skills for myself, but yes, Clythus... I believe I would like you to start helping me with clients. If what your old master told me is the truth, I feel like you will do just fine in assisting me.” She nodded slightly as she finished with brushing the silver strands. Nuala would return the brush to a nearby table and very carefully rested her head on his as he snuggled against her chest. “I will train you in those arts with which I am familiar and observe your own skills in time, this way I can see what we need to work on.” She paused briefly. “Aren’t you friends with that old trader’s slave? The oddly handsome one, you know... I wonder if they couldn’t assist you in some way.”
Nuala had plans for Clythus indeed. “I’m certain that you will make me proud, you always do.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 22, 2017 1:01:53 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the brush was put aside, the silver slave pressed even closer, if that was possible. It was rare he got Nuala to himself like this and rarer still that she brushed his hair. It was clear the slave was starving for attention and soaked this up like no tomorrow.
When the weight of her head laid down over his neck, the slave felt his heart soar. Apart of him saw her like a mother figure, adoring her in a way a child does with any movement or words from said parent. Nuala was the closest mother figure he had had and gifted him affection and attention when it seemed he needed it most. Breathing evened out, eyes stayed closed. For as tall as he was, the slave always felt small.
Words moved through his ears and it took the silver stallion a moment longer to process them then it usually it. But it just showed how calm and relaxed he really was. There wasn't much he could say and it wasn't until Bale was mentioned that the slave blushed, hard. "I don't think Bale would be interested in that Mistress. he's a good friend more then anything.". Clythus wouldn't let on that he wasn't sure Bale even liked him like that and instead pressed closer.
"I can't wait to make you more proud of me mistress."
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Post by Gaybies on Sept 27, 2017 17:50:25 GMT -6
N U A L A
Aodh Courtesan
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The mare remained there with the small slave for a moment or two longer, allowing him to snuggle against her as she in turn rested her head across his neck. For a little while longer, it was quiet, ears flicking as he spoke, though only a small nod would be her answer. She knew he would make her proud, they had been a ‘family,’ if a slave and mistress could really be called such, for such a short amount of time and yet he had already proven his worth to her tenfold.
Something told her that other friend of his had other interests, but it didn’t hurt to ask. At long last, Nuala stirred, shifting her weight and gently motioning for him to remove himself from the cushion. Getting to her feet, she started off towards her room, climbing the stairs towards that quiet spot that was uniquely her own. As she went, she paused, looking back over her shoulder at the young slave, “Clythus... bring my favorite tea up to my room... and whatever you need for sleep. I’ll have you stay with me tonight.” With that, she continued up the stairs and disappeared into her room, confident that Clythus would do as she asked and promptly follow with that wonderful blend of tea she’d grown so fond of over the years.
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 27, 2017 22:09:57 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The slave pressed closer still. Every breath from the mare, calmed him, his head rising and falling as she continued to inhale and exhale. Like a child, pressed against their mother for protection and comfort the slave was doing the same. The weight of her head over his neck was comforting still, everything about this moment being etched into the silver dappled slaves mind. So rare was it that the two of them laid like this, their warmth and care for each other filling the space around them. Clythus wished not to move, not to break the spell they seemed to be under. To feel this cherished, this wanted, was so rare for him.
It wasn't until the blue hippocampus moved that the spell seemed to finally break and the slave shook his head gently. The soft nudges drove him back up onto his feet, sliding his tail out of the way with a gentle hoof as he turned his head to the side to pull his mane from the others form. He stood still for a moment, simply watching the way she moved and carried herself, admiring her more then he had before. With a small breath he figured she had had enough of him and the slave moved to fluff the cushion back into its pristine form. Nuala wasn't one to usually give out undieing amounts of affection. Yes, that was her job so to speak but her time was her own and clythus was merely an aid to make her time even more her own.
So it was strange to him when the mare paused upon the stairs, turning to look upon the ever dutiful slave and push her voice through perfectly poised lips. Ears flicked, the stallion quickly lifting his head as his Teke bled away from the pillow and he stood at attention. Eyes brimmed with tears, happy tears as head lowered in a calm dip. "Of course Mistress." Words fluttered as the slave quickly moved to the Tea pot and it's Alcove, setting about to brew and steep her favorite set of leaves. As he waited his mind seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, as if his body was telling him he had used so much energy today. Too much in fact that he had to shake himself hard to even remember where he was and what he was doing.
Soon the Tea was steeped perfectly, the water a soft brown hue and the metal strainers where lifted from the cup. A tray was plucked from the lower shelf, bringing along the tea pot as well as another filled with just hot water and of course two glasses. One was already poured, to let it cool as he walked and to show how poised and elegant he was in terms of carrying the tray. With the items set the male ventured up the stairs and into his mistresses bedroom. He was glad that Nuala had invited him, knowing that his affection would only grow as time passed.
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