Mary bite her lip hard when she realized what she had just done, and said. He had bestowed such a great honor on her, and she had complained. She stayed there, kneeling and berating herself, for quite sometime before she finally rose up, and slowly put her tack back into its storage bags for safe keeping. Sighing, she went back into he rstall, and stopped infront of the mirror in the bathroom, using a damp cloth to wipe her face off, and examine the ring that now dangled from her nipple, jingling with her every move.

She wandered back into her stall, curling up in the straw, and contemplating her situation. With her old Master, she would curl up in a corner, far away from the door, behind the other ponies, and pray he would cool his temper at least a little before the next day. And most of all, she would make sure not to give him further cause to be angry. But here....

She shifted her weight a little, glad her stall was so far from the others, so she would have time to think. She wanted to apologize, she horribly regretted her stupid comment, but would he listen? Would it only make things worse? The others had told her it was okay to talk, to bring up anything she wanted to... And Sir Chuck had said it was ok to stop by his office anytime. Gritting her teeth, she decided she should at least give him an apology, or try to.

Getting up, Mary quickly double checked her appearance to make sure she looked acceptably, and then made her way to Lord Mobius's office. She stood before the big solid door for a moment, taking a couple deep breaths to steel her nerves. Then slowly, she reached up and knocked on the solid door. After a short pause, she heard his call to come in. She took another breath, feeling all sorts of butterflies doing gymnastics in her stomach, and willed her hands not to tremble. She quietly pushed the door open, closing it softly behind her, and then walked towards her Master, where he sat behind his desk. Obviously he had just barely returned to his office. She kept her head well bowed, and posture as perfect as she could make it. Reaching his chair, she dropped to her knees, and clasped her hands behind her back, chest arched out, and head bowed. She was barely aware of the continueing burn in her breast, so engulfed by the nervousness she felt.

"What brings you to my office, girl?" His voice sounded angry, and very suprised at her appearance. She wondered, if he respected her courage, or was outraged at her audacity.

It took a couple more deep breaths before she could form her response. "Sir, I was very ill mannered when you came to inspect me at the stables. I.. i know i have to be punished, and I'm not trying to beg out of it. But i felt i owed you an apology for my misbehavior. You were so kind to me, doing me the honor of ringing me, and giving me the bell, and i can't tell you how much i appreciate it, and how much i cherish my new bell. And i was so rude to question you like i did. It was very insolent of me, and i'm sorry for speaking, out of turn, and out of any kind of mannered form. I'm prepared for whatever punishment you deem fit, whenever you wish to give it to me. I beg you though, please don't send me away... or give me back to my old Master. I promise i'll be good from now on" Mary hung her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, and dripping onto her chest.

She took a deep shuddery breath, and blinked away the last few tears, nearly holding her breath as she mentally rechecked her posture, and waited for his response, almost wishing she could look up at his face to try to read his expression, but stopping the movement before it started, making sure her head was respectfully bowed.

Tag again Lord Mobius