I didn't really understand the concept of the Love Wars. In all honesty it made no sense to me! Wager up beautiful Free women, only to fight to get them back. What the heck? I could feel Odin even giving a shrug in the Breeze. I laughed thinking of the stakes as a market buffet of meat on sticks for a Northern mans snack. I have found that those in camp didn't quite get the concept of fair meats, but I said nothing. I have attended The Thing enough to know carnal foods. Meats on sticks, wagers and challenges of strength on men. Dagger throwing of women, even women and men doing matches of slung rocks and balls of dyed mud on targets. I missed that.
Another thing was....shaved ice. I haven't seen that in ...like...Forever! I watched the vendor shave the ice and put it in folded wax coated cone cups with a bit of flavored sugary syrup. I felt my mouth water. Made me think of bits of hard candy in glass bowls left out on hallway tables for guest back at the hall. I felt the very soft breeze lift the dust at my bare feet. The colors here....were drab when I looked away from the wagons. I could see the great wall in the very far distance. I lifted my hand and tickled myself from the thought of crushing it tips of fingers pinched together. Of course at that point when I saw girls in long deeply hued dyes of silks long and flowing around their ankles I found a distaste for them. Yes, it made me laugh once more as now could I only see how Bonds felt back in the North. They seemed so delicate and walking bits of decorated art. They were belled also, but moved with bells so gracefully that the sounds were ...pretty. It didn't seem like a song of not being trusted, it was one of pride while they seemed to float across the grounds. I looked down at my bells, and felt my cheeks warm in a blush. It was then I felt..not so pretty. Not so pretty inside. I knew I was prettier then some of those silked slaves but they way them moved, smiled, looked at the Free was from inside. Yes, they were amazing, but still confined in those walls I was pinching to crumbles in my mind. I had...more. I had everything, and I wasn't using the feel of it, the warmth of scented air in my lungs and rich grass like cool wool under my feet.
I had everything, time for me to celebrate it. Time for me to finger paint the colors of me with that of the wagons, and I looked over my shoulder to see the display of my life filled with colored hard candy wagons that looked tasty in my glass bowl of my life. It was delicious and remarkably beautiful. Oh, I was feeling great. I had just my black shift I had cut a bit more to look..alluring. Bonds didn't wear fancy silks or even the erotic cut of the leather of the plains slaves. They had camisk and kirtles. Pretty much the simple cut of what I have now, but with a little personal added detail. Not sure if they did it or the owners had it done. I had added a bit of personal touch to mine but for some reason I find myself wanted something a bit more, alluring. It was something I finally figured out that Yasmine couldn't teach me. It was something inside of me I wanted to flaunt and show.
I followed the girls towards the bazaar area of vendors and entertainers. It was a fun mixture of Plains People and Turian's mingling without screaming women, blood and fire. Or so how the stories use to describe it. I have seen Warriors come back from raids coated in thick crimson that would put my hair to shame, kicking girls over saddles, or weeping ones fighting to keep up at the side of saddles. Wagons brought back with raided goods and stolen bosk baring other tribes brands. I found this excited me. I started to envy girls who ran to their Masters in jumping happiness and praise, using switches to herd newly captured girls, or water down new bosk, then run to hand off bota's. I wanted to be that.
I didn't know how to take that first step to show...Him such. I guess I had to get over the anger before I could begin to show respect. Display respect, for the respect was there. It started to warm against the collar, wasn't instant, it started when the first hint of yearning was awakening.
Right now, I had something on my mind. Wearing the necklace of pearls around my neck, I looked over bundles of cloth at a table. I saw the Merchant woman looking at my pearls before I arrived. Her interest would be my payoff. There were a couple bundles I wanted. Colors rich, and some sheer and laced. I had a glow of an idea what to do with it, but nothing fully formed yet. But as long as I had the idea I wanted to run with it. I let my fingers gently toy my pearls as if they were something so precious. There were a few tables of cloth vendors. After I left the Master Vendor's table I gave just a hinted glance to the Mistress's table, giving the look of having no interest truly in her offers. I touched one of the bundles that...the only thing I could say it was the most decadent of feelings against even my finger tips. I wanted it...badly. I couldn't look. No, it would give away my desire. I forced my hand from the tender tease of arousal the cloth gave me, to act like I was going to the other when the Mistress stopped me.
'Girl, what is it you are seeking'
'Just a few things in particular my Master may like, I have these pearls to trade, but their worth is far beyond what I have found so far, but I think that table over there might have something worth it that would make my Master proud'
'Girl, are you a fool, that man has to many seams in his bundles hidden in the roll. He uses scraps sewn together, look, I have no seams, and my colors are far more vibrant then his'
'They seem nice Mistress, but its thin, the looms of the wagons would be far more able to produce something that even a horn of a bosk couldn't pierce. '
I saw the Mistress look both ways before pulling out a bundle that was under the table. I have to say it was some of the best cloth I have seen in a long time. Its weave was remarkable. It was tight, yet not stiff, and its feel was soft, and I could tell it would breath well against the skin. Its strength was beyond impressive. I tried not to show how impressed I was. I gave a simple nod. Giving a tap of some I thought would look beautiful against Catch's skin, some I personally wanted, even a neutral color I thought for Pink, who I still had not discovered, another for the hint of idea I had, and then that good cloth for Master, and one more for Him.
She looked pleased I didn't get too greedy. But that smile turned to a frown when I spoke again with confidence.
'I need some bone buttons, and I want some metal ones, which I'm sure such a refined cloth maker like yourself has under the table, which means they are far more detailed then the simple metal buttons that man has, so let me see them, before we complete the trade'
Slipping the necklace from my neck, I let it dangle at my fingers to taunt her. The Mistress snatched the necklace, and placed two wooden boxes on the bundles of cloth I had selected. She waved me off quickly not wanting people to see how badly she had wanted my necklace also. I felt a bit bad as if I had really robbed her, but her fault for having such a need. I filled my arms with my trades, I felt...proud, and headed back to my Master's wagons.
Another thing was....shaved ice. I haven't seen that in ...like...Forever! I watched the vendor shave the ice and put it in folded wax coated cone cups with a bit of flavored sugary syrup. I felt my mouth water. Made me think of bits of hard candy in glass bowls left out on hallway tables for guest back at the hall. I felt the very soft breeze lift the dust at my bare feet. The colors here....were drab when I looked away from the wagons. I could see the great wall in the very far distance. I lifted my hand and tickled myself from the thought of crushing it tips of fingers pinched together. Of course at that point when I saw girls in long deeply hued dyes of silks long and flowing around their ankles I found a distaste for them. Yes, it made me laugh once more as now could I only see how Bonds felt back in the North. They seemed so delicate and walking bits of decorated art. They were belled also, but moved with bells so gracefully that the sounds were ...pretty. It didn't seem like a song of not being trusted, it was one of pride while they seemed to float across the grounds. I looked down at my bells, and felt my cheeks warm in a blush. It was then I felt..not so pretty. Not so pretty inside. I knew I was prettier then some of those silked slaves but they way them moved, smiled, looked at the Free was from inside. Yes, they were amazing, but still confined in those walls I was pinching to crumbles in my mind. I had...more. I had everything, and I wasn't using the feel of it, the warmth of scented air in my lungs and rich grass like cool wool under my feet.
I had everything, time for me to celebrate it. Time for me to finger paint the colors of me with that of the wagons, and I looked over my shoulder to see the display of my life filled with colored hard candy wagons that looked tasty in my glass bowl of my life. It was delicious and remarkably beautiful. Oh, I was feeling great. I had just my black shift I had cut a bit more to look..alluring. Bonds didn't wear fancy silks or even the erotic cut of the leather of the plains slaves. They had camisk and kirtles. Pretty much the simple cut of what I have now, but with a little personal added detail. Not sure if they did it or the owners had it done. I had added a bit of personal touch to mine but for some reason I find myself wanted something a bit more, alluring. It was something I finally figured out that Yasmine couldn't teach me. It was something inside of me I wanted to flaunt and show.
I followed the girls towards the bazaar area of vendors and entertainers. It was a fun mixture of Plains People and Turian's mingling without screaming women, blood and fire. Or so how the stories use to describe it. I have seen Warriors come back from raids coated in thick crimson that would put my hair to shame, kicking girls over saddles, or weeping ones fighting to keep up at the side of saddles. Wagons brought back with raided goods and stolen bosk baring other tribes brands. I found this excited me. I started to envy girls who ran to their Masters in jumping happiness and praise, using switches to herd newly captured girls, or water down new bosk, then run to hand off bota's. I wanted to be that.
I didn't know how to take that first step to show...Him such. I guess I had to get over the anger before I could begin to show respect. Display respect, for the respect was there. It started to warm against the collar, wasn't instant, it started when the first hint of yearning was awakening.Right now, I had something on my mind. Wearing the necklace of pearls around my neck, I looked over bundles of cloth at a table. I saw the Merchant woman looking at my pearls before I arrived. Her interest would be my payoff. There were a couple bundles I wanted. Colors rich, and some sheer and laced. I had a glow of an idea what to do with it, but nothing fully formed yet. But as long as I had the idea I wanted to run with it. I let my fingers gently toy my pearls as if they were something so precious. There were a few tables of cloth vendors. After I left the Master Vendor's table I gave just a hinted glance to the Mistress's table, giving the look of having no interest truly in her offers. I touched one of the bundles that...the only thing I could say it was the most decadent of feelings against even my finger tips. I wanted it...badly. I couldn't look. No, it would give away my desire. I forced my hand from the tender tease of arousal the cloth gave me, to act like I was going to the other when the Mistress stopped me.
'Girl, what is it you are seeking'
'Just a few things in particular my Master may like, I have these pearls to trade, but their worth is far beyond what I have found so far, but I think that table over there might have something worth it that would make my Master proud'
'Girl, are you a fool, that man has to many seams in his bundles hidden in the roll. He uses scraps sewn together, look, I have no seams, and my colors are far more vibrant then his'
'They seem nice Mistress, but its thin, the looms of the wagons would be far more able to produce something that even a horn of a bosk couldn't pierce. '
I saw the Mistress look both ways before pulling out a bundle that was under the table. I have to say it was some of the best cloth I have seen in a long time. Its weave was remarkable. It was tight, yet not stiff, and its feel was soft, and I could tell it would breath well against the skin. Its strength was beyond impressive. I tried not to show how impressed I was. I gave a simple nod. Giving a tap of some I thought would look beautiful against Catch's skin, some I personally wanted, even a neutral color I thought for Pink, who I still had not discovered, another for the hint of idea I had, and then that good cloth for Master, and one more for Him.
She looked pleased I didn't get too greedy. But that smile turned to a frown when I spoke again with confidence.
'I need some bone buttons, and I want some metal ones, which I'm sure such a refined cloth maker like yourself has under the table, which means they are far more detailed then the simple metal buttons that man has, so let me see them, before we complete the trade'
Slipping the necklace from my neck, I let it dangle at my fingers to taunt her. The Mistress snatched the necklace, and placed two wooden boxes on the bundles of cloth I had selected. She waved me off quickly not wanting people to see how badly she had wanted my necklace also. I felt a bit bad as if I had really robbed her, but her fault for having such a need. I filled my arms with my trades, I felt...proud, and headed back to my Master's wagons.
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