Preoccupied by the cowering Tart Maker trembling in his hold, Mal only paid attention to not stepping on any hands. It would be rude given how compliant they had all been, pitiful sheep. And Ella kept them so beautifully docile, reinforcing his orders without the cooks daring to take a breath until they had all departed. It stroked Pride's ego far more easily than Mal would normally allow.
With a final turn and giving the young lad an awkward spin, Mal’s head tilted,
When he took it, Mal walked past them both towards the door, rescinding his magic only once the trio had vacated the space. They began walking down a corridor, light from the gardens streaming in from one side. About half-way, he’d spin around, towering over the lad and clasping his hands together.
@Novella Tilani
With a final turn and giving the young lad an awkward spin, Mal’s head tilted,
Mmm. The footwork needs work… but I suppose I’m only interested in your hands and palette.Letting him go, Mal nodded for him to take Ella’s hand expectantly.
When he took it, Mal walked past them both towards the door, rescinding his magic only once the trio had vacated the space. They began walking down a corridor, light from the gardens streaming in from one side. About half-way, he’d spin around, towering over the lad and clasping his hands together.
How would you enjoy a change of scene, Mr Tar-His head tilted, eyes narrowed slightly. It was better to check thoroughly what and who he was bringing home, Mal’s estate was his sanctuary afterall.
What is your name? Full name. Tart-Boy is unseemly and I won’t lower myself so dismally.
@Novella Tilani
11-22-2024, 12:43 PM
