Skaine shifted his weight restlessly as he waited outside for the carriage to be loaded. He was anxious to get on the road, and avoid any more delays.

The sight of a young girl stumbling along the path, dragging several suitcases too heavy for her, caught his eye. He recognized the servant girl, Maggie she was called by the Duchess, and smiled slightly. This odd girl was extremely attracted to him, for no reason that he could fathom, but by the smell of her pheremones, it was as obvious as if she were shouting it from the rooftops. He had no intention of keeping her around for when his Furor came (and he doubted she had even reached her adult growth), but he got a mild thrill from the attention.

Casually he strolled over to her. Her back was to him as she dragged a huge trunk across the ground.

"Need some help with that?" he asked. She whirled to look up at him, and he was amused to see her blush.

"I.. uh. I can do it," she said, a touch defensively.

"Of course," he conceded, "but it'll take you all day." In one movement he took the trunk from her loosened grip and hefted it onto his shoulder. It was effortless for him, and he saw a look of resentment in her eye as he plucked the other suitcases from the ground.

"Showoff," Maggie muttered, but she smiled. Skaine returned her smile and saw again a flush rise to her cheeks.

He then strode off across the grass to the carriage, and Maggie followed, having to jog a little to keep up with him.

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Whoa! Can it be? A continuation of the unfolding drama between Maggie and Skaine? (the previous installation was here). I haven't touched these two for a while now, mostly because I was intimidated. This picture took me forEVER people, so you better have some goddamn appreciation for it.

Haha kidding. You can hate it if you like. Just know that I haven't had the patience for this kind of picture for a long, long while. :(