[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Stables

[fighting_mad]

Plourr hums quietly under her breath, pulling the bit out of her thak's mouth and the bridle from her face, rubbing her forelock. The thak noses her princess with her big head, and Plourr smiles and pulls the pieces of bluefruit she's been saving since breakfast from her jumpsuit pocket and feeds them to her. The stableboys could handle grooming for her, but she'd rather do it herself. Besides, the stable is nice; it's quiet and smells like hay and thak-feed, and the stablehands leave her alone when she comes in to take early-morning rides.

As Koer happily eats, Plourr starts the process of unsaddling her.

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[fighting_mad]

She is not pleased. "I'll behave if she will." Though she privately thinks all it's going to promote is all-out war. She passes the datapad back, returning to wiping down Koer.

She grins. "No taste whatsoever."

[eiattu_pride]

"I'm sure she'll behave."

Hopefully. And he grins.

"I agree. Such a pity."

[fighting_mad]

"Did you see D'Arta last week?" she asks, smile suddenly bright and a tad wicked as she sets the towel aside and picks up a brush. Deft fingers gently pick the knots and burrs out of Koer's mane. "I thought that the green in his beard complemented his eyes."

[eiattu_pride]

"Really? I felt it clashed, myself."

Shrugs.

[fighting_mad]

She laughs, lobs the comb at him. A ride always improves her mood dramatically.

[eiattu_pride]

So he's noticed.

"If riding helps improve your mood this much, I'll have to suggest that we ride during the wedding."

[fighting_mad]

She snorts, then eyes Koer's mane a moment and says a little ruefully, "Can I have that back?"

[eiattu_pride]

He bends to retrieve the fallen comb, throws it at her.

"Anyone left who needs to be invited?"

[fighting_mad]

She snaps it out of the air and separates a few last tangles. "Hell, Rial, I don't know anybody here. Not that I saw."

[eiattu_pride]

"True."

He yawns, scrubbing a hand over his face."

Oh - my mother wants to see you."

[fighting_mad]

A truly wary look. "Your mother wants to see me? Why?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Something abour dresses."

Shrugs.

[fighting_mad]

She groans, pressing her forehead against the thak's cool scales.

[eiattu_pride]

"Sorry."

Grin.

"I just relay the messages."

[fighting_mad]

"Want to relay that I don't want to wear what she liked?" she grumbles, stroking Koer's face (and earning an affectionate head-shove for her troubles) and then coming out of the stall. She presses the door closed behind her and picks up the saddle, moving across the stable to put it up in the tack room.

[eiattu_pride]

He remains where he is, leaning against the stall door and smirking.

"I could."

[fighting_mad]

"I hear a 'but,' " she calls from within the tack room, shoving the saddle up onto a post.

[eiattu_pride]

"Do you?"

Innocent.

[fighting_mad]

"What is it?"

[eiattu_pride]

"She's not going to listen to me."

[fighting_mad]

She kicks a bucket of feed (on purpose), carrying another one, as she comes back out into the stable. "Good point."

[eiattu_pride]

"I know."

Exaggerated sigh.

"Suppose you'll just have to go to her."

[fighting_mad]

"I'm a busy woman," she says, dumping the contents of the bucket into Koer's feed trough. The thak grunts happily and sets to her breakfast. "She can wait." And they both know how happy that will make her.

Just imagining it brings a smile to Plourr's face.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial rolls his eyes.

"Suicide? Generally not considered very good."

[fighting_mad]

"Rial," she says, one hand holding the empty bucket and the other on her hip, "I can handle your mother."