Following Him wasn't that far of an adventure, though I felt like my ass had seen more light from the stars then it has ever seen outside. My hands were over my breast and down over spot where one says 'Its a girl!' from the first time I came out. He walked, as if there wasn't a nakie slave behind Him. How dare He! Not a bit of concern that perhaps, I was embarrassed! I knew it wouldn't be a good time to say my feelings about not particularly liking wagons. A pretty girl with dark hair jumped up and was following Him in, when we arrived. I wasn't so excited. I stood at the steps for a few ehns pondering life. So, Red, yes, I was simply just...Red. What do you do now? Do you walk up these steps into this Outlaws wagon? Do you stand out here and risk whip happy man walking by? I knew about Bond's, but never ever a day in my life figured I would be all in the slave moment mix. I turned my head and looked over the platform, thinking a floor mat of a very beaten Honey would look good across that entrance way. Now let me think. What would Blushes do? I really loved Blushes. I guess, I knew her a slave but didn't really consider her totally a slave, but in all honesty I treated her like a slave. I asked her to get me things, would send her back and forth to give messages to my Father, expected her to brush my hair the way I liked it, cause Honey was just to rough sometimes, but Blushes did it with perfection. She would even place a delicate kiss against the top of my hair saying I smell wonderful after she worked a bit of mildly soft scented oils into my scalp and ends of my hair to make it shine. Blushes would go in, and smile! Nah, I can't do that. Not yet. She would tell me "Be brave (Mistress) little Red, for you hold the key any door you wish to enter." Sure thing. This door didn't have a key hole. I walked up finally, feeling the texture of wood under my bare feet, the cool layers lifting me higher up the steps, and the walk to the flap, which I just shouldered to watch for another ehn. The dark haired pretty girl looked so happy. She was moving around Him like a bee to a colorful flower in the warmth of the afternoon. He motioned me to come in, with a gesture to his side as he sat on this wagon like couch. I saw a bowl of water, but I wasn't sure if I should touch it. He wanted me there, and even if it was a just a bowl, I think He could have drowned me in it. I wanted to wash my feet and hands before I walked in. It seemed..like the right things to do. I knelt. Me...kneeling. Kneeling before an Outlaw. We spoke a bit, I finally looked Him over. Someone colored all over His face. But not in a pretty way, it was like a artist bladed brush just slapped on a few strokes across His cheeks in lines! A little red here, blue there, black here, and yellow there. I licked my thumb and just wanted to rub them off. Then I stopped myself as I lifted my hand up to clean it, as if he was Von with a smudge on his face. When He acted shocked as if He didn't know He had them on His face, I almost believed Him. Jerk. No, say it right Red. Master Jerk. The word Master was still a tangle at my tongue to come out naturally. He told me and the pretty dark haired girl about them. They were story lines. They told of honor, adventure, and His path of life. I guess I didn't notice them on the others, cause I was to busy sucking water and making bubbles earlier. I asked if the women had them, cause them stealing women would make so much sense to me then, I had a feeling if they had them, it wasn't...pretty. Ah, He said no. The pretty girl had brought Him milk. He wanted fresh milk. I think He would have liked Blushes. So I am left to thinking they just get a thrill out of stealing. I suppose that is what Outlaws do. No honor in stealing, not like being stolen during war. Father did warn us of that when we were younger. There is honor in being a prize, but its a fate we would have to decide. I think it was a talk perhaps our Mother should give, but since she wasn't there, he did so, that simply and with so much discomfort. Only when I was older, I thought how brave he was, to have to warn his daughters of this. I didn't feel like a prize. I felt stolen still. He looked very tired. I was shocked when He chained me. I didn't see the point of this. He asked if He could trust me..... of course, my dagger was stolen! Didn't seem to be much of much in pointing out, He left me chained. He had given me the rest of milk He didn't drink. I have never felt so strange, different, desiring the milk cause I was hungry, yet afraid of milk. Milk given to me from His hand, at my lips, as if a gift, that wasn't offered to my own hands, He was going to regulate my drinking. I didn't understand all these feelings. I drank, drank it all, and thanked Him. He explained to me, that they were not Outlaws, they were people of the Plains. These Tuchuk's. Wagon people. I knew stories of wagon people. I didn't know there were different kinds, I was told Tuchuk's were the biggest of them all. I asked if it was like the stories about Wagon people who raided Turia, burying all the male babies in the ground so they don't grow up to attack them? I never got a full yes or no on that, but I am going to find out.
He gave me a blanket. It was soft, and colorful. I wrapped it so tightly against my body. My shield. He just leaned back..and fell asleep. I looked over and the pretty dark hair girl was watching Him. We spoke for a bit, she was....nice. She spoke of all the kindness and protection He was giving me. Right now, wasn't quite seeing that, perhaps I would try tomorrow. I learned a few more things...
1. I can't move out of the wagon with the chain locked to my ankle.
2. He wasn't that scary with no water barrels close by.
3. The pretty dark hair girl was very smitten with Him.
4. The dates she gave me, had to be the best dates I have ever eaten.
I listened to them both sleep. Laying against the warm soft fur rugs on the floor, it was the best bedding I have had for hands. I felt sad. Sad Alvis wasn't curled at my feet. Sad I didn't have my stuffed sleen that was in my stolen pouch, cause I really wanted it right now. Sad I was chained to a wagon wall. In the same breath, as I closed my eyes, to cease the rest of this day...I was happy I was alive. I was happy this kind girl gave me dates. I was happy, though He was tired, He took the time, to talk to me. Maybe He wasn't so bad for a Jerk.
0 comments:
Post a Comment