The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace first looked Alan Stone from head to toe to confirm that he was not injured in the counter-insurgency.But immediately he felt a little unacceptable, why did Alan Stone grow so tall all of a sudden?He even suspected that he was taller than William now, and still standing so close to him, Gray could see that he had just shaved his chin, and the remaining traces on the skin now looked no different from an adult man.

Grace suddenly felt a sense of danger, like a young deer waking up a lion that had been sleeping next to it.Although the lion is not hungry yet, no one can guarantee that he will not pounce.A mature male lion jumped on him and bit his throat.

Of course Alan Stone could see Grace's vigilance, but he turned a blind eye, or rather, he was already used to it.He couldn't deny why he galloped for dozens of kilometers, leaving his servants and subordinates far away.The secret joy in my heart finally prevailed.

Grace kept silent, and Alan Stone realized that he shouldn't have said that just now.It's just that he suddenly saw Grace, and the maid looked so... different from the past.This sapphire blue dress was far worse than the dresses of the ladies he had seen in the capital, but it was particularly pleasing to the eye on Grace, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

"You ran out to be lazy again, have you finished your work?" He tried hard to recall his high-spirited tone before.

This familiar and annoying tone made Grace more at ease than the gentle greeting just now, so he also regained his usual composure, glared at Alan Stone, and planned to bypass him and leave.

But he hasn't figured out where to go yet, Maple Leaf Forest Villa is too far away, before he ran to find the Earl, Alan Stone must have returned home to hear the news, and then whipped his horse's ass Catch him; going back to the Heights was risky, but he could find Mr. Wales before Ellen knew about it, so he could seek refuge.

"Wait a minute." Alan Ston took his arm, "I have something for you."

Grace raised her arm uncomfortably, but fortunately Alan Ston immediately let go, and then took out a neatly folded thin shawl from her arms.

He prepared a lot of rhetoric for this shawl in advance, and finally selected two of them, and prepared to act on the spot according to the current situation.

Seeing that Grace had been looking at the shawl without saying a word, as if she was very interested in it, he abandoned the slightly ironic rhetoric and prepared to choose another one: "That day we started from—"

"Did my brother give it to me?" Grace raised her head excitedly and asked.

Alan Stone stopped what he was saying in time, paused, and stuffed the shawl into Grace's hand.

Grace ignored his rudeness and spread out the shawl very lovingly.

He has become more proficient in fabrics now, and he sees that it is a very good material, thin and light, which is suitable for this season, and it is also embroidered with gold and silver threads, which is a pattern of trees, and is surrounded by thin lace. locked the sides.

It was so beautiful, Grace couldn't believe that William would give him such a beautiful gift.This has never happened before. In the past, what William gave him most were books, as well as very practical things such as gloves, pocket watches, paper and pens.

Grace didn't like wearing a shawl at first, the only time she wore a shawl was when she was ordered by the madam to go to the Maple Leaf Forest Villa to find the Earl.The shawl was brand new, Susan had embroidered the oak on it, and he lost it on the way back, and got his ass for it.

But it was the shawl that William had given him, and Grace wrapped it around her neck with great care.It just so happened that he was wearing a low-necked skirt today, and the shawl just covered the large skin at the neck, and he tucked the hanging part into the collar.The fabric feels so comfortable against the skin, and Grace reckons it won't be hot even if it's used in summer, so the back of his neck won't be as red as it was in previous years—his skin is much thicker than most people here. People are all white, and they can't help but bask in the sun.

Alan Stone watched his movements until he tore off his collar and stuffed the shawl in, suddenly revealing some flesh that was just under the clothes.Allen's heart was beating fast, and he hurriedly stopped the bigger movements behind him loudly: "This way of dressing is too rustic! Those ladies and ladies in the capital all wear it outside!"

Grace shyly pulled out the stuffed part, fiddled with it twice, and asked him with some doubts: "Is that so?"

Alan Stone reluctantly shifted his gaze back to Grace from the horizon that separated the blue sky and green land, looked at him with a reluctant expression, and asked, "Grace, why are you dressed like this?"

Grace pressed the part of the shawl hanging down to her chest with one hand, and said in a casual tone: "The Earl of Arundel said that there are guests coming to the villa, so let the servants dress decently."

Alan Ston managed to control his sneer, and said flatly and sarcastically: "That's right, it's a bit worse than the servants of the Palace of Versailles."

Seeing that Grace was silent again, he could only ask, "Did you walk here by yourself?"

Grace nodded.

Alan Stone wanted to see what shoes he was wearing, but saw his bare toes protruding from under the skirt.

Grace kicked the throwing shoes back with her foot, rubbed the sole of one foot on her calf, and stepped into the shoe. The shoe was too narrow, and she didn't step in completely, but he seemed to think that the task had been completed in this way. To rub the sole of the second foot.He stepped into the shoes with both feet, but both feet were not properly fitted.Holding the hem of his skirt, he swayed back and forth on tiptoe, seeing that Alan Stone was restless, and almost reached out to help him.

It's all stuffed in!The two breathed a sigh of relief together.Finally, Grace was willing to bend down, tied her shoelaces, and stood up.Alan Stone was about to comment on the way he wore his shoes when he asked, "Did my brother say anything when he asked you to give me the shawl?"

This time Alan Stone couldn't control his sneer, "Brother said, don't let my subordinates see that there is a maid in our house who is always disheveled."

Grace smiled bitterly, unconsciously rubbing the wreath in her hands, "It's because my brother is getting married."

Alan Stone was a little surprised, "You know?"

Grace gave him a sad look.Alan Stone felt that he had been glanced at by a crying kitten, huddled in a nest made of royal blue satin with white lace, the tip of his nose was wet, and it would be soft to the touch.

He whistled and his horse came galloping.Allen touched the horse's head, and the horse knelt down on its front legs.

"Go up."

"Ok?"

Allen didn't want to admit that he did it on purpose. Before Grace could react, he wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him up. Then, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, he whistled, and the horse carried Grace on his back. Lace stood up.

Grace was still terrified of sitting on the horse, screaming and taking the initiative to grab Alan's hand.

Alan Stone raised his hand to support him. Seeing him sitting sideways, he had to lean forward to grab his hand.He's got some of that stuff now, men in the army talk about everything.He knew Grace wasn't wearing a corset this time, so that back could bend so softly that it seemed to fall into his arms.

He couldn't help laughing, and his smile was stained with the habit brought back from the army.Grace saw that the corners of his mouth were raised and lowered, in a somewhat unseemly manner.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like you haven't sat before. Pollux is very smart and won't let you fall."

The white horse stood quietly, Grace gradually got used to it, and then he found that he had been holding Alan Stone's hand, and the palms of both of them were sweating.

He hurriedly let go of his hand, and instead tightly held the rein on the horse's back.He was a little annoyed, he was always said to be too courageous, and Alan Stone saw what little timidity he had.

Alan Stone stroked the horse's neck twice with the hand he had just been held by Grace, and said to Grace: "You forgot again, you can't lift it so hard, Pollux will feel uncomfortable. "

Grace relaxed a little apologetically, stroking the horse's neck like he did, "His name is Pollux?"

"is her'."

"Oh."

Alan Stone glanced at him, "Polyux is a steed in Roman mythology, one of the four white horses that pull the chariot of the sun god Sol."

Grace finally laughed. He felt that it was a bit shameless for Alan Ston to let his horse have the same name as the horse of the sun god.

Seeing him laughing, Alan Stone laughed too.Because of the angle of the sunlight, his eyes looked much lighter than usual, from the blue of the lake to the sky blue of this season; the same was true of his golden hair, which was as light as a soft light.And his smile was like a flame.

Grace suddenly felt that if someone drew the sun god by imagination, the appearance of the painting should be similar to that of Alan Stone.

"Still scared?"

Grace shook her head.

"Then call her name yourself and tell her that it's time to go."

"Polyux?...Is that so? Why isn't she moving?"

Alan Ston laughed lowly: "Idiot..." He scratched the top of the horse's ear, "Polyux, let's go home."

——Note: The name of Pollux was made up by the author.