Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the healers who call Stately House home.
“Naturellement.” Jacques gave Nonny’s flocking a fluff. “Even prettier once your hooves are neatly trimmed and we add a splat of polish. Perchance, are you ticklish?”
Jacques pressed the pad of his thumb into the soft frog of one cloven hoof.
Nonny’s leg jerked reflexively, and he swore. At himself. Then fumbled for an apology. “Did I clip you?”
“Non. Bear up a little longer.” Jacques continued his inspection. “Who normally trims them?”
“Mare Alpenglow. Or sometimes Colt Withershanks.”
“Would you rather go to one of them?”
Nonny gruffly confessed, “I hate it no matter who’s holding me down.”
Posted: October 25, 2021
Prompt: #Inktober2021, Day Twenty-Five: Splat
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.