Arythra Thainspyre
Patience is Key
Inching toward the kitchen doors, Lyon tip toed up to the threshold. Just as his hands brushed the door handle did he hear a not-so-pleasant voice boom from down the hall, "MASTER GRANVILLE".
Lyon grimaced, turning ever so slowly until his eyes fell on the towering figure of the Head maid looking sternly down at him from not more than three meters away; quickly hiding his hand behind his back trying to look nonchalant he forced a smile,
"Grenda! How nice to see you!", he said trying to make pleasant conversation as he inched towards the stairs, "I was just about to leave so I'll be on my way now, you know, summons and such." Making a break for the doorway he was stopped by a hard yank on his waistband. The woman towered above him narrowing her eyes obviously seeing through his deception. Natasha plopped down underneath the stairwell to watch and licked her paws, obviously amused by the situation. The Head maid surveyed him up and down clearly displeased with what she saw, clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"YOU mister are not going anywhere until we get you cleaned up.", her accent was thick and European. It was clear that she would not take no for an answer. Without any hesitation she picked up Lyon by the waist and threw him over her shoulder like a child. He kick and struggled to get free but it was obvious he wasn't going anywhere soon.
The woman looked over to where Natasha was grooming herself and beckoned to the creature, "Come on, you too Natash-ski. Let's get that gore out of your nice coat, yes?", getting up from her spot the wild cat happily followed her up the stairs to the washroom. Grenda was the only one besides Lyon that Tasha would listen to and with good reason. That woman spoiled that cat so much you would think SHE was the one wearing the crown.
Making it up to the washroom Lyon was stripped of his clothes and thrown into the soapy water. As he started to protest rough hands silenced him as they scrubbed his face and hands mercilessly with cloth and suds, working out the stains and dirt.
Tasha sat to the side, looking much too pleased. In seeing her Lyon felt a surge of annoyance, he picked up a bucket of soapy water and threw it across the room spraying water all over her and landing directly on top of her head. The boy leaned back engulfed by a fit of laughter, too amused with his little prank to be preoccupied with his situation as he watched Tasha shake her head trying to dislodge the bucket.
Then, before he knew it they were both clean. The stains on Tasha's coat were gone as well as the ones from his hands and face. Grenda put her hands on her hips and wiped her brow, "There! Now, isn't that better?". Lyon didn't respond, not wanting to give her the satisfaction that she could be right. She gathered up his dirty clothes and set some dry towels to the side.
"l'll have one of my girls come and bring you a fresh pair of clothes. I trust you can dress yourself?", she exited the washroom and Lyon climbed out of the tub to go dry off. "What are you looking at?" he accused Tasha, "Some friend you are."
((Sorry for the novel, it's honestly just fluff))