She nodded, offering him a small smile, “I made the mess, I should be the one to clean it up.” Now she just needed to find a broom. Or something.
Bishop had a broom. He went to the corner where it was kept and handed it over. ”When I’m finished we can…can do…” He scrunched his face. ”…something.” He didn’t know what…but something.
She nodded, “Okay.” Something? What was something? “Don’t you have a store to watch?” She chuckled.
“Bell,” he said with a grin. ”No one gets in here without my knowing.”
“Are you worried someone is going to steal your bread?” She started sweeping up the flour, getting it into a decent pile on the floor. At least now it wasn’t terribly messy in here.
She nodded, offering him a small smile, “I made the mess, I should be the one to clean it up.” Now she just needed to find a broom. Or something.
Bishop had a broom. He went to the corner where it was kept and handed it over. ”When I’m finished we can…can do…” He scrunched his face. ”…something.” He didn’t know what…but something.
She nodded, “Okay.” Something? What was something? “Don’t you have a store to watch?” She chuckled.
“What little girl wouldn’t love a cake that looks like it was made for a Queen?” She said, brushing a bit of flour off his shoulder.
Bishop half froze at the contact. It wasn’t that he didn’t like touching. He did. He liked it a lot. He just…never got it.
She smiled, withdrawing her hand.
Stop touching.
You’re going to get into trouble.
“I am sorry. You have a lot of work to do. I can clean this up while you finish the cake?”“Um, if…if you want?” Fuck, she stopped the touching. Helikedthetouching. Maybeafterfinishingthecake.
She nodded, offering him a small smile, “I made the mess, I should be the one to clean it up.” Now she just needed to find a broom. Or something.
“What little girl wouldn’t love a cake that looks like it was made for a Queen?” She said, brushing a bit of flour off his shoulder.
Bishop half froze at the contact. It wasn’t that he didn’t like touching. He did. He liked it a lot. He just…never got it.
She smiled, withdrawing her hand.
Stop touching.
You’re going to get into trouble.
“I am sorry. You have a lot of work to do. I can clean this up while you finish the cake?”
She smiled up at him from where she was crouched, the foal very nearly knocking her over in his enthusiasm. “I cannot thank you enough, Mallon. Really, I cannot.”
“No really yo don’t have to thank me.” Mallon said feeling rather embarrassed “You’re going to have to name him.” Mallon grinned. Naming horses was something he loved doing.
“A fine name for such an excitable foal.” She thought long and hard, watching as he trotted around, going over by the other little horses to no doubt annoy them. “Khûnâ.” She said at length. It was Southron, but she spoke it with an accent much different than Sarkesh and Lir.
“Goodnight, Bishop.”
