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Rrian, the new assistant gardener for Lady Enasshi, found himself spending his off time looking at the other slaves on the estate.
Helena, the chatelaine, had a very subtle mod - she had cat eyes and slightly pointed, slightly tufted ears, and a slight change in the way she walked. To look at her move around the estate, you’d have thought she had been raised from day one to be a fine lady’s chatelaine.
And maybe she had, Rrian reminded himself. Not all moddies were made or raised by the Agency, the way he had.
Tabitha, the assistant chef, definitely had been. The way she handled a knife was terrifying. The way she looked at Rrian - now that was something.
He let her stalk him into the rear garden when he was off-duty, leaving enough of a trail that even a full human might have been able to find him. She didn’t need it. But he wanted to be sure she knew he was aiming to be followed.
She caught him by the fountain of Enasshi’s royal ancestor Tertia, pounced on him and knocked him to the ground. Rrian looked up at her and smiled.
“You were Agency,” she accused. She sniffed the sides of his neck. He bared his neck to her, because she was sharp.
“So were you.” He grinned at her, all sharp teeth. “And here we are.”
She settled back on her heels, straddling his thighs, looking at him. “So what do we do now?”
“Well… According to what the head gardener, the chatelaine, and our Lady herself has told me… on our time off? Anything we want.”
Rrian, the new assistant gardener for Lady Enasshi, found himself spending his off time looking at the other slaves on the estate.
Helena, the chatelaine, had a very subtle mod - she had cat eyes and slightly pointed, slightly tufted ears, and a slight change in the way she walked. To look at her move around the estate, you’d have thought she had been raised from day one to be a fine lady’s chatelaine.
And maybe she had, Rrian reminded himself. Not all moddies were made or raised by the Agency, the way he had.
Tabitha, the assistant chef, definitely had been. The way she handled a knife was terrifying. The way she looked at Rrian - now that was something.
He let her stalk him into the rear garden when he was off-duty, leaving enough of a trail that even a full human might have been able to find him. She didn’t need it. But he wanted to be sure she knew he was aiming to be followed.
She caught him by the fountain of Enasshi’s royal ancestor Tertia, pounced on him and knocked him to the ground. Rrian looked up at her and smiled.
“You were Agency,” she accused. She sniffed the sides of his neck. He bared his neck to her, because she was sharp.
“So were you.” He grinned at her, all sharp teeth. “And here we are.”
She settled back on her heels, straddling his thighs, looking at him. “So what do we do now?”
“Well… According to what the head gardener, the chatelaine, and our Lady herself has told me… on our time off? Anything we want.”
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