Dyrte meticulously dried, combed and started braiding her hair. then styled the braids and two loops and buns. then she applied the crystal pin ornaments throughout the hairdo. her hair up, it displayed Amar's long graceful neck to it's fullest advantage. "This is how you mother liked her hair done." Dyrte whispered with emotions, as she looked at Amar's eyes in the reflection of the vanity.
Raymer quietly cocked the gun as he heard footfalls on the stairs. "Don't shoot Raymer, it just me." General Watson said through the door. Raymer uncooked the gun and put it away, as the general came through the door. He stood at attention. "At ease soldier. You don't have to do that in my house, Raymer. So how's the prisoner? She giving you any trouble? " Watson then noticed the bed and tore up mattress. "I would see that is a yes." He said with a chuckle as he walked over to the cage. "It seems you've met your match." He said teasingly.
Raymer glared at Calystia and said, "Not hardly, sir. We just had a little mishap. But it was quickly resolved."