�Welcome home sir.� Marie greeted the Captain as he dismounted his horse, passing the reigns off to the boy he has hired to take good keep of him.
�Tis good to be home Marie. When shall my cousin be arriving from the Summer home?� He teased Marie greatly, offering his arm as they strolled to the door.
�She is expected sometime this week. I will send word immediately that you have arrived home from the front.�
�Good, do so. I expect you�ve kept everything in order?� He passed Marie off as his maid, which is a great deal the truth considering she ended up doing near all of the choirs for the residence.
�Yes quite so. It�s been a very easy summer with your absense�The house remains tidy.� She near scolded Arisia for her manner, she hated being treated like a maid by her best friend. The captain reached for the door, opening it and motioning for the lady to enter.
�Any guests?� He asked, allowing the lady in before slipping inside himself. He was very nonchalant, acting very pompous as to annoy Marie to no end.
�No.� Marie answered coldly, giving him a glare.
�Good, get this thing off me!� Arisia said, undoing her jacket and frantically trying to undress right there in the hall. Marie helped Arisia discard her men�s attire, hanging it up and ushering her towards the room.
� Whats wrong? You�re acting as if it has bugs in it.�
� Marie� I�ve spent months at the front, bugs are the least of my worries� I want to breath!� She began undoing the tight binds across her chest, which were a complete and supremely necessary accessory at the front, but no longer.
� I see you�re not sliced open like last time you came home.�
� No, only a few scratches this time�nothing to worry about.� Arisia laughed, it was all too much an enjoyable game for her. � There�s an opening for the Musketeers I hear? What do you think?� Me a musketeer! Finally, my dream regiment Marie!�
� I think you should stay quite where you are! The Musketeers are a far more close nit regiment than your own. The chances of being exposed as a woman are FAR greater!�
� I don�t care about the chances Marie� This is my dream! My chance.� Arisia stared at her friend with wide eyes, intoxicatingly passionate for simply life.
�Do as you wish Arisia� but for god sakes be careful!�
�I will. I�m growing bored with this anyways, such a lack of intrigue. When�s the next tavern performance?� She dropped the military conversation, moving onto more enjoyable matters, singing. She�d near died unable to sign to herself at the front. Singing was something she did to unwind, calm down, but she couldn�t risk it ath the front. It was far to busy and the chances were too great.
�Tomorrow night, but Arisia wont be back in time for that. The next is 4 days from tomorrow. Many were disappointed with your little trip away whilst your cousin the captain was gone. Better be careful, you might have potential suitor�s on your case.�
�Noooo� I�ll just� Make up some excuse like I have a Bulgarian fianc� or something.� Arisia shrugged, slipping into a set of night clothes to simply sleep the rest of the day and night away. It�d been a long ride back, and her was sore all over.
�Careful with your lies.�
�I will be, I promise. I�ll want a bath in the morning, I smell quite putrid.�
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