Exeunt
As often happened, Loira was in the room dusting while Shelley laid about the bed, absently petting Abdiel who as usual purred contentedly at his mistress's ministrations. Loira thought the little redhead was particularly fond of sulking about whatever Lord Ishamael had done or not done depending on her mood. She could never quite figure the matter out. It did not make any sense.
"Is something the matter, my lady? You seem a bit down."
Idly making conversation, as she lifted a vase from the shelf, gently dusting the backside of the artifact. Tedious work, but satisfying in its way. There was something therapeutic about dusting.
"Is something the matter, my lady? You seem a bit down."
Idly making conversation, as she lifted a vase from the shelf, gently dusting the backside of the artifact. Tedious work, but satisfying in its way. There was something therapeutic about dusting.