by Antichthon » Mon Jan 04, 2016 7:56 am
The guard had little to do with it. Phor made it clear with every visit that everything she was doing she was doing for Ailova. The greatest advances had been made in the past month, when Ailova had stopped visiting. Phor had seen that as as reason to try all the harder for her approval.
She eyed the trunk Ailova brought in with her, and made all the appropriate thanks when it was revealed it was for her. Ailova may have been convinced by the joy Phor had shown earlier, but there was something very rote about the girl's behavior. It was formulaic, practiced, acted.
Phor knelt and opened the the trunk, and her attention immediately went to the riding boots. "Oh, cool!" She took them from the trunk, grinning. She soon took a look at the breeches and the overcoat, too. No shirt, though. It looked like she'd still be stuck with Gloria's tunic, for now.
The brush was studied last, and that gave Phor an excuse not to look at Ailova when she spoke of working in the stables. The idea of handling horses against didn't enthuse her, too many bad memories, there. What she said was, "Okay," and left it at that. She returned to the bed, brush in hand. Between the two of them, it was clear who was in most need of brushing. "Can I use this on you?" Phor asked.