Lady Sofia kicked the doormat in front of the door as she waited for something to happen. By every rule of courtesy she knew of, what she was doing now was considered childish at best but nerves had been eating her since yesterday.
Dust densely rose into the air as her shoe skimmed the abrasive hairs. The Firmusian's tall boots bit well into the earth during their training but she must have not been accustomed to cleaning them seeing how much mud she had dragged with her. Some of the dust settled on the basket she was carrying before quickly being wiped away.
*Sigh*
"Lady Siri, are you there?" Sofia called out, pondering what would the clumsy girl grow into. "Wha-!"
The Junker jumped away from the door ready to cast as blue light filled the void in the door's keyhole. It took a moment for the noble to realise that Lady Siri stood behind the azure light.
For how long did she stand there? Sofia asked herself as rested her hand on her chest recalling the glowing eye watching her like a dragon examining a thief.
"Lady Siri..." The blonde woman wearing a dress she used back in the valley alongside a warm capelet secured with a black bowtie waited for the door to open. "Why did she run?" She said as she opened the unlocked door and entered into an empty room.
"Don't look." A muffled voice sounded from under a large pile of blankets the household had for rotating between clean and dirty without needing to wait for the old ones to be laundered.
"Lady Siri, are you hurt?" Sofia settled the weaved basket on the guest table in the center of the room before approaching the talking mount of fabric.
"No."
"Then what happened?" Sofia crouched down fruitlessly trying to maybe get a glimpse of the weavemancer buried somewhere in front of her.
"..."
"Lady Siri?" Not even the customary nothing came out of the far too pious maiden. "Did you need me to give you, your clothes?"
Sofia had heard about people who gathered great enjoyment in wearing only their birthday suit and she supposed that the shy, pious girl like Siri who spent a great amount of time alone had to have a valve to uncork the pent-up emotions letting them roam free for a while.
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If she does it only in her room is that even shameful? Sofia thought to herself trying to judge the otherwise flawless student.
"No." The person who had her dignity slowly melted away because the Junker's wandering mind protested.
"Are you sure, I promise I won't look."
"Pervert."
"Wha- Siri I said the opposite of what a pervert would say! I would have left the room and waited."
"Huh?" The animated fabric made a puzzled sound as if the concept of honest promises was alien to her.
"Could you tell me then how can I coax you into leaving?"
"Don't look at me." A short order made the frontier woman raise an eyebrow as she began to suspect the pious girl might have lied to her.
"I don't think I can do that. I have brought a present for you and I wanted to talk to you about it but I think I will come back later." Sofia stood up and began to leave making loud rolling footsteps on the polished wooden floor.
"Wait!" Lady Siri's head suddenly appeared from between the folds of the blankets.
The girl was such a joy to watch as her eyes large glowing eyes instantly searched for the promised present.
"Did I get your attention now?" Sofia asked as she walked closer to her ward. "You do have clothes on you." She said in shock.
"..." On Siri's pearly cheeks, bright red blotches of lively hue grew uncontrollably.
Did she freeze because of the embarrassment? The noble thought as after Siri's initial flinch she remained still as a statue. I hope I don't get into trouble.
The scion of the House of Junker wrapped her arms under the girl's armpits and pulled the cold ice statue out of her nest of blankets. The girl eventually thawed herself awake but it was too late for her to lunge back into her nest as she was sat like a child by Sofia.
Having wrangled up the toilsome girl where she wanted her, Sofia could finally get working at figuring out why the high noble hid in the laundry basket. Working with the girl wasn't an unpleasant task, it was opposite in fact but Siri certainly took a certain amount of mental fortitude to work with for all her antiques and quarks.
The girl did wear something which cleared her name and allowed her to remain the ever-pure maiden that she was in Sofia's eyes. The garment that she wore must have been the girl's nightgown, it was a simple linen shirt with buttons keeping it closed. She wondered why Siri didn't have a proper women's nightgown which was so much more delicate on the skin than the comparatively tough linen was but it most likely was a simple question of taste.
The shirt itself was far too large for the mage's petite body reaching her knees as it loosely hung on her frame. The girl's hands resembled festive pom-poms as the cuffs extended far beyond Siri's fingers causing the fabric to fold on itself. Going further down, Sofia's green eyes saw the Blackworm's legs emerge like sculptures of ivory beneath the drapery of her gown. Long and slender, they possessed a graceful curvature, akin to the elegant lines of a swan's neck. Their alabaster hue, untouched by the sun's caress, spoke of a life sheltered within the confines of grand estates and shaded gardens. A single birthmark blemished the other ways perfect marble as it coiled around her leg like a chain.
"!"
Quickly the enchantress evacuated her gaze upward noticing herself staring at the bare skin of the Firmusian. The Junker's forehead wrinkled slightly in blame as she straightened her body. She must have spooked the girl causing the shy girl to feel pressured to open the door rather than taking time to dress herself properly.
"Is this pyjama not chaffing against your neck?" She said trying to distract her mind from her improper thoughts. Here I am accusing Lady Siri of being lewd in her private time while I blushed from seeing her legs.
The shirt the girl wore had two things that Sofia didn't like. Her gown possessed a stiff collar meant to keep it down retaining its shape well even after years of usage. Obviously, the girl with an obsession with the modesty of her neck kept the collar up, causing the tough outside of the collar to often brush against Siri's snow-white skin.
The other thing Sofia didn't like was something she kept to herself. When standing a shirt like that radiated a feeling of coziness with how the cloth hung from the smaller body making Lady Siri look like a huggable teddy bear. Yet lying slouched, resting her back against the couch the shirt's fabric settled on Siri's body, leaving no place to imagination. The girl's highlighted physique mocked the ungifted noble standing above her with two small mounds on her chest.
"I don't feel anything for now." The girl replied. Like a reptile, she quickly climbed on top of Sofia and peered behind her searching for her promised present.
"I'm going to give the basket to you, just please stop suffocating me!" Sofia's muffled cry must have barely registered with Siri as she continued searching, pressing her modest chest against the flat-chested human.