Post by spender on Jan 11, 2011 8:43:37 GMT -5
"Oh... okay."
The mousemaid didn't quite know what to make of any of this. She'd stiffened, naturally, as he hugged her, but relaxed just as quickly. Malleable was the requirement. She was prepared for whatever he wanted from her.
Which, apparently, wasn't much of anything at all. He was getting her smock wet with tears, though. She kept still, letting him hug and cry, while her paws hung limply by her sides.
She kind of really liked this. It was completely different, and yet somehow familiar, like pausing in the middle of work to briefly remember a dream. Only it was a dream from so long ago that she couldn't recall any details, just a distant feeling, strange and yet warm, and if she concentrated, the rocking of the ship became that memory...
She remembered the lidded red eyes. And in the darkness below them, a bushel of whiskers, wrapped up in a tiny paw. A voice, hard and deep, but trembling at a frequency that sent her to sleep, like the roar of the sea.
She blinked, and glanced down at the back of Carrow's neck, then back up at the wall of the ship. Not a flicker of emotion passed her face.
"Oh, there you are."
The hug broke off. She immediately missed it, without knowing that she was.
Molly came pattering up, still limping a bit, and put her paw on the mousemaid's shoulder.
"Having fun with your new friend there, little lady? Hello, there," she added to Carrow, giving him a pat on the head. Molly never really knew what to do around Caden's friends. To her, they were still pretty much kits. And they were good kits. Good kits got pats on the head. Bad kits got taken our around back for a smacking, or a long talking-to. (Spender had been a special case, what with his Imperium ties and his direct antagonistic approach to her Ladorak's adopted son. She didn't have the energy to deal with another kit like that, and thankfully probably would never have to.)
"Sorry to interrupt, but I almost forgot--we have somebeast to get these manacles off your paws, and then I want to see if I have any spare clothes I can sew up to fit you better than this old thing... tsk, it's already worse than it was five minutes ago! Oh, dear..."
Molly caught site of the marks. She bit her tongue, glancing at Carrow.
"You don't mind, do you, if I take her for a bit to see her set straight? If she still has the energy, maybe you two can talk more after dinner..."
The mousemaid didn't quite know what to make of any of this. She'd stiffened, naturally, as he hugged her, but relaxed just as quickly. Malleable was the requirement. She was prepared for whatever he wanted from her.
Which, apparently, wasn't much of anything at all. He was getting her smock wet with tears, though. She kept still, letting him hug and cry, while her paws hung limply by her sides.
She kind of really liked this. It was completely different, and yet somehow familiar, like pausing in the middle of work to briefly remember a dream. Only it was a dream from so long ago that she couldn't recall any details, just a distant feeling, strange and yet warm, and if she concentrated, the rocking of the ship became that memory...
She remembered the lidded red eyes. And in the darkness below them, a bushel of whiskers, wrapped up in a tiny paw. A voice, hard and deep, but trembling at a frequency that sent her to sleep, like the roar of the sea.
She blinked, and glanced down at the back of Carrow's neck, then back up at the wall of the ship. Not a flicker of emotion passed her face.
"Oh, there you are."
The hug broke off. She immediately missed it, without knowing that she was.
Molly came pattering up, still limping a bit, and put her paw on the mousemaid's shoulder.
"Having fun with your new friend there, little lady? Hello, there," she added to Carrow, giving him a pat on the head. Molly never really knew what to do around Caden's friends. To her, they were still pretty much kits. And they were good kits. Good kits got pats on the head. Bad kits got taken our around back for a smacking, or a long talking-to. (Spender had been a special case, what with his Imperium ties and his direct antagonistic approach to her Ladorak's adopted son. She didn't have the energy to deal with another kit like that, and thankfully probably would never have to.)
"Sorry to interrupt, but I almost forgot--we have somebeast to get these manacles off your paws, and then I want to see if I have any spare clothes I can sew up to fit you better than this old thing... tsk, it's already worse than it was five minutes ago! Oh, dear..."
Molly caught site of the marks. She bit her tongue, glancing at Carrow.
"You don't mind, do you, if I take her for a bit to see her set straight? If she still has the energy, maybe you two can talk more after dinner..."