I hate You......

We finally made it home it was very late. I was given the chore of taking the sleen pups to the Sleen Master's wagon. I hear He has a scary girl. I have never seen her, but not sure if I want to. I put down all of my gathered goods, and one by one I walked each of the Sleen in a Sack, towards the wagon taking down the hanging bota's and just hanging the sacks on the side of the wagon pegs. I figured once they started yelping for release from the leather sacks, someone would notice them. All five were hung carefully, and I went back to find where I had left my baskets by Manga's wagon.

I was exhausted. I just wanted to go back and crawl into His slave wagons, bind my ankle with a ribbon and chain, and sleep for ahn's! Manga had other plans. I got there, she already had a small pot over the fire, melting wax. The rich scent of honey was in the air, and she motioned me over. She showed me how make candles. In one, she tapped some power in the wax, it smelled so good, almost powerful, it soothed my mind and for a moment, I forgot everything that bothered me that day. She seemed to notice the change in mood instantly, chuckling as she put a slice of tospit under my nose that snapped me out of instantly. She gave a little tisk and warned me to not breath in too deeply. These were a special mixture for a very special candle. She handed me a clay vase, it looked like a vase, a very ugly one, telling me to get some grease and line the inside of it. I did so as told, bringing it back, she put a woven wick in the middle and told me to keep it centered while she poured the spiced wax. I turned my head to keep from inhaling too much like she warned me, but it smelled so good, beckoning...I loved it. Taking the vase from me, she put it in a bucket of water, that just rose to the top but not inside to cool the wax.

We made smaller candles and she gave me bits of wax to make my little aroma chips I like near the fires. We would have a good supply now of them. Then the roots, and flowers were split, and put in bundles, most for her, but the rest for me to take to my Master for Him to decide what to do with them. She made a small basket up, it looked pretty. It had small jars of spices, the jar of wild honey, and finally she would work the candle out of the greased vase that formed it once it set, cleaning it off, before putting that also in the basket. She grinned and told me to make sure to leave everything on His wagon platform, He would know who its from. I figured....no problem. I was so ready to go anyway. I...just wanted to go back. Selene and Yasmine were long gone, and I watched Her for a few ehn's, watch me.

Tell me, little red slave, why do you look so angry.

I think I hate Him, Manga.

Hate is a strong emotion. One can't have it without love, that is the balance of life.

I would nod, cause I truly understood.

I hate that He turned me into this. I love what I am. I hate that I have been so angry at what I lost to not see what I gained. I hate that I fear Him. I hate that I yearn to show Him everything I have learned. I hate Him, for making me see, how much I truly want Him, and the fact I didnt' need to be at His side for this to happen.

Ah, I see. I think that happens when one has been touched by the essence of a Super Sexy Spexy.

We both laughed. I see the girls had shared a bit with Manga too. The sparkle in Manga's eyes was that of a teenager.

Manga, stop before I hate You too.

Little Red Slave, hate me all you want, its the most touching thing about life. Emotions.

Makes it worth living.

You are so right Manga, so right.