“I’m not busy at all,” Aurelie responded airily, knowing full well she was supposed to be doing something and that she was avoiding it. But her tutor would probably search the stables first, as that was her usual runaway spot. “So what’s your name?”
”oh I'm Grace Baker,” She lies looking over at the princess before placing the bucket down. It was the name she used when getting this job and the only thing she's been called for the past week.
“What a pretty name,” mused Aurelie. “Do you need any help?” She wasn’t supposed to help the maids clean, but she didn’t mind it and definitely didn’t want to seem stuck-up. Of course sometimes she ended up coming off as a pushover as a result, which annoyed her.
Cat rolled her eyes while her back was to Aurelie but then she turned completely around with a large smile on her face. ”thank you and I'm only doing some light dusting and wiping down the tables but if you'd like to help you can, ” she said.
“Okay!” she agreed. “Can you pass me some supplies?” It was kind of dumb that she kind of liked cleaning, but it made her feel like she could actually control what was happening.
Cat nodded and handed her a rag. She got down to her knees and started cleaning the table.
Aurelie cleaned another table, humming lightly to herself. This was much more enjoyable than her lessons. “Do you like it here?” she asked, trying to make conversation.
Cat nodded. ” It's not bad. Pays well enough and I get my own room for now, ” she says. ”What about you?”
“It’s okay,” Aurelie replied. “I can’t complain about the room or the food, but some of the lessons are boring. God, I sound so stuffy, don’t I? I’m mostly grateful for all that I have.”
”no, it's fine. Lessons do seem really boring, ” she said continuing to wipe down the table.
Aurelie was making sure that hers was totally clean. She felt really nice being here with Grace. Not at all like how she felt with all of the boys that she hung around with regularly, per her father’s orders. “One of the best parts is getting to ride my horse, Starlight.” She pausing, thinking for a moment. “What do you do for fun, Grace?”
Cat hesitated for a second. ”I like to draw,” She said smiling softly. She finished her table and stood up.
“What kind of stuff do you draw?” Aurelie inquired, curious. She could definitely appreciate good artwork but was no artist herself
”Mainly flowers and trees. I like drawing people sometimes too, ” she said grabbing the feather duster. She telling the truth. Sometimes she takes walks in the forests and draws what she sees.
“That’s so neat,” Aurelie commented, finishing her table and standing up again. “Do you have a sketchbook or something?”
”yeah it's small but it works, ” She says smiling. ”I've never ridden a horse, ” She lied ”what's it like?”
“It’s freeing,” she admitted, her gaze getting dreamy. “Feeling the wind in your hair and the horse under you is an extraordinary experience. you should try it sometime.”
(gtg for like an hour)
(ok)
”That sounds amazing!” she says looking at Aurelie before turning around. Feather duster up ready to clean.
“Yeah, I could take you riding sometime if you want?” she offered, somewhat shyly with a small smile. She brushed a lock of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
Cat smirked before turning it into a full smile as she turned around. ”You could?” she asked eyes wide.
“Of course! If you want, I could definitely find a time for that,” she exclaimed, smiling. She was blushing a little, and she hoped the other girl couldn’t tell. She always got nervous around pretty girls.
”That sounds great!” she said. She noticed the other girls blush. interesting. She made herself blush slightly as she slowly walked closer to her.
Aurelie noticed her walk closer, and she felt a rush of excitement, but she forced herself not to make a big deal of it. There was no way this girl could possibly feel the same as she did. “Cool.” She glanced away as her cheeks continued to get pinker.
Once she was only a foot away from Aurelie she lifted her hand. Handing her the feather duster. ”you can use this if you want. I like dusting with a rag anyway, ” she says.
She nodded. “Okay,” she replied, taking it quickly and walking across the room to a place she could dust. She was a mess. She was used to being around boys, but girls were clearly another matter.