A new shoulder to cry on.

I was on a mission. To find this large Tuchuk Master who likes to drink paga. My first instinct was to look for Catch, I wanted to say I was sorry. I was sorry I made Master angry. I'm sure that made her unhappy as much as Him, and I didn't want either unhappy with me. I did a walk by the wagons, fed the vulos, picked up some loose feathers of down that were floating around and placed them in a basket under the now coined Vulo wagon. I wondered if my Master would get another slave wagon for us. Even if we snuck to sleep in His, I figured the Mistress that was openly fond of Him would be moving in soon. I wanted to be shy of Her, cause only once when I offered to serve Her did She wish nothing from me, but glowed at the arrival of Catch, a while back. I wouldn't want shit from me either with the way I have been, I suppose. I would shrug that off, though it would remain a back of the head thought also, in polishing myself up, Slave wise.

So no Catch around, off to the central fires I went. I saw Him there when we crossed paths last. I needed to beg that lesson in Breast Love. I felt my heart drop some when I had toyed the thought of just kinda hitting up the first Master I saw downing some paga. I mean, maybe He might remember ever seeing me before, which probably would be the case, but seen one red head, seen them all right? Of course I have never seen anyone as speckled as me, but lets hope for blurred vision. I wanted this lesson badly. No Masters were there relaxing. Just the regular of some walking around, talking, working on Their wagons, but no one really around the base of circled furs. There was a slave girl, one I have never seen before. I was trying to get my wits together as I almost...ALMOST felt tears from not being able to find 'That' Master. It had been an exhausting day so far, and just late in the afternoon!

I was trying to get everything done at once. I needed to take a deep breath and relax. No hurry Red, let things happen as it would. I was starting to chill out a bit until the girl started to speak. It was clear she had been here awhile, seemed very seasoned as a slave, I almost was hopeful for kind guidance and a soft smile to help me out. Something like Catch would do. Not what I got. I started to tell what was plaguing me and it was like a pariah of an ending for my moment as the girl seemed to alter into this being of snappy judgement and feel of upper rule over me. It made me angry. Angrier when she went on about how she had the best Master on the plains, and how I had a Good Master, though it seemed He had a sorry excuse of a slave. Yup, that did it. I let all kinds of angry tones let her know if she talked about my Master's property like that again, it would be from a bloody lip! We did a few exchange of words, that ended with me throwing a rock right for that wiggling ass that walked off from me.

I stayed a bit longer. I finished shaking out and smoothing the sitting furs, then entertained myself with a camp girl who said her name was Leave. The name, puzzled me, but she seemed to love it. I did ask what was the story behind it, she said, she loved her Master. I said, really? She would just nod. I watched her as she wove a basket of long stream grass waiting for more. Seeing she wasn't going to give it, I said...Leave? She said...Yeah, He did, but I do love my new Master. I was...confused. So I said...what do you mean Leave? Seeing she was a camp slave and all, maybe it was the Ubar. She said...No, you can stay, thought you came over to learn how to make baskets. Okay....I saw where this was going. I thought I was going one up on her when I said simply....I don't want to leave, I want to stay. She got me. If you don't want to learn, then there is no reason to stay. I, smiled, and watched a bit longer, she let me pinch the edging, and then gave me a bundle to try to do myself before she had to...Leave.

I put the stalks to the side, figured I would work on them back at the wagon and would instead start to work on dough for bread later at the central fires. Still looking for the Paga Breast Master, as I would break after an ahn and eat a small bowl of some bosk strips as I sat on the supply wagon steps. The girl came back. The one I threw a rock at. This time...she was nice. So nice, and spoke of learning to fit in, I started to cry again. I didn't want her to see. I just kept my hair over my face, and my back towards her as we spoke. Her words were kind, and honest. They were true. She said its hard the first time. Just take a deep breath, be sensual, not slutty, and let the Master's do what they want to do. She came up to me and wanted to start over, telling me her name was Nakia, and she hugged me. She let me cry on her shoulder. It was nice to have someone catch me....when she wasn't there.