First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Once again, Mélanie was in the wagon, this time back in the front. Once again, she was leaving the House behind. She waved as they left; two of the shutters on the second floor clacked back at her in what she was going to assume was a wave.
The horses seemed to like the trip to town. Their ears were pointed forward and their clip-clopping hooves seemed happy, like they were going someplace they knew and liked.
Jasper caught Mélanie looking more than once. “You can still talk to them if you want,” he encouraged her, the third time he’d smiled at her as she’d turned away blushing. “They like the apples the carter in town feeds them, I think, but I don’t really talk well to them.”
“I can?” She leaned forward happily and muttered a Working, slipping into their contented minds. They liked going this way. This way came with happy places. They was way easy, and the Human was happy when he left here.
She chuckled. “Aw. They like you, I think. They like you being happy.”