Holding Luck

I was having this odd feeling. I wasn't sure what it was. It started to swell up deep in my chest, like a little knot that hurt when touched and you just can't remember how you did it! This was pretty much like that. I felt it. I was lost in trying to figure out this feeling as I walked towards the stream. I saw the Mistress there, the one with the fiery locks like myself. Though Her hair looked perfect, smooth and shiny woven into a braid, to where mine was all over, free and dancing in the breeze. Mistress was washing Her children's clothing, to where I had two baskets filled with clothing from the Warriors in my Master's family ring of wagons. I dared closer to do my washing near Her. I loved to talk and when I could find an ear to listen it was like a craving to spill out my thoughts. This day, I asked Her questions. On what She had done to make my Master irritated. So I would know not to do them! I figured it was a form of irritation, unless Master just liked to give a pop here and there in general, which also could be strongly..just that. His whim to do so. I just wanted to find out.

Mistress is very smart. I would have to learn about my Master myself. I wished Her luck with Her ventures in life, and she offered my luck back to me....saying to learn my Master, I would need it more then Her. That just wasn't right, no givie backies on luck! I almost said that, wanting to laugh with good spirits, as I think for a moment I was blinded by the enjoyment of the mood and thought Her to be Big Red. I miss my playful moments with my sister, and the feeling of here and now seemed to take me there. Maybe it was the Braid, it seemed perfect to me. Everything Big Red did, was perfect. No, this Mistress didn't look like Big Red at all, but the feeling at that moment...was of her and I savored it. The memory.

We spoke for a bit more after I promised to hold on to that luck for Her, it was Hers, and that is pretty much it. Hers alone, I would lock it away in a pretty box, and when She needed it, all She had to do is call on me. I felt sad when She walked off needing to feed the kids. I wondered where Mistress Mezoo was, or where was Catch? I looked out across the herds that were a deep brown of background like the Sky, and wondered....if He was out there on one of the kaiila's weaving through the mass, or those on post outside of the herd. I was...wondering.

I felt a deep heat start to roll across my arms, shoulders and over the light covering of material that fluttered around my curves. It was a beautiful day out, and even as I put the wet leathers on the drying rack, I couldn't help but wonder...why was that knot starting to throb again. I had no idea what was going on.