<strong>Maschor's Private Alcove---Mashcor and Variani</strong><br/><br/>Mira made a face when he mentioned how lovely the girl looked while at rest. "Well it is definately an improvement to that vile tongue wagging she has a knack for." When he instructed her to set the ceramic pitcher down, she placed one of her handsewn handkerchiefs down first before placing the pitcher atop it, so as not to ruin the beautiful wood of his desk.<br/><br/>"Ohh, a delightful idea my Lord. A gag will suit this one just fine." Mira had not been privy to the one he spoke of yet, but his discription would make it easy enough to spot. Mira shifted through the drawer that held the gags, and found the one he spoke of. Her lips pursed slightly as she eyed it speculatively. She'd raised her eyes to Variani when she had finally stirred.<br/><br/><em>Girl-child</em>was it? As if she hadn't heard that slur before. Mira ignored the jab from the girl. It was best to ignore them, especially in the presence of Master Maschor.<br/><br/>Mira trotted forward, the hem of her skirts billowing about her like a sail. She held the gag up for his inspection. "The gag you ask for Master Maschor." A smile curled her lips at having done a pleasing task for him.