Exeunt

[medea_players]

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

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[shelley_winters]

"The usual thing, Loira. Hating the world."

It is surely driving her mad, trapped here, she thinks sadly. No way out, and fending off the... attentions, if that is the word, of a man who can, and has, tortured her on a whim.

It isn't something that goes away.

[medea_players]

A frown on Loira's face for a moment as she set the vase down. She was always so gloomy... A cheerful comment to Shelley.

"Now, cheer up, Lady Shelley. It is not that bad."

[shelley_winters]

"No, it really is."

But since you won't let yourself ever hear my side of the story, you will never get it, she thinks sourly.

No. The woman has to be careful, working for who she does.

[medea_players]

"Everyone is very fond of you."

Loira did not even have to lie. After all, compared to the lord of the house, the lady was quite the... improvement. One could not deny the presence of Lord Ishamael's... feelings, though they worried Loira. Turning away, Loira placed her hands on her hips and looked for something else to dust.