[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.

Comments

[eiattu_pride]

Shifts, looks down.

"A - a whore. Among other things. I believe he was somewhat inebriated at the time."

[fighting_mad]

"That's it? Just a whore?" she asks. "Really, I would think he could be a little more imaginative than that." She has certainly been called worse. But her eyebrows are up.

[eiattu_pride]

"He was. And it was not so much the words as what he implied."

He hesitates, then turns.

"Anyway, I should be off."

[fighting_mad]

Ohoho no. No, he's not dropping that and then just walking away. "What did he imply, Rial?"

[eiattu_pride]

"I'll leave you to yourself."

Ignoring the question, he starts to leave.

[fighting_mad]

She catches his arm. "If I have to talk to your father, I'd like to know how annoyed I should be."

[eiattu_pride]

"Just forget it."

Attempts to tug out of her grasp.

[fighting_mad]

"Fine," she says, and she drops her hand and turns back to Koer, leaning over the stall door and rubbing her nose. Sensing that something isn't right, the thak whines and head-butts her shoulder.

[eiattu_pride]

"Bye."

Awkwardly shrugs, and leaves.

[fighting_mad]

Yes. This is all fantastic a week before the wedding.

Plourr stays in the stables a while longer.