I woke up...grumpy. I tossed and turned all night, think I almost suffocated myself with how tight I wrap the blanket around me. So yes, I was up. Dung collected. Hanging it up on a peg. I was a day behind on laundry. I grabbed the basket and washing items I set out the night before. I had a goal, get this laundry finished, and I would be back on track. Yes. Goals Goals Goals. Exhaling I started towards the stream, washing myself up I then started on the Warriors leathers. It was going good, Yasmine came over wondering what happened to me yesterday, she had some color for nails her Master gifted her. She wanted to paint my nails red. He got it in a trade from another Warrior that found it in his Fathers storage wagon. Some raid goods. It was a bit dry from being old, but she added a few drops of paga and it was good as new. I promised her I would come look for her tonight. I really had to do this laundry done to get back on track! Damn. Did she not see I was stressing here? Her nails were very pretty. Very nice. I wanted red nails. Ugh! I said want. I need to stop wanting. Ut oh, I was thinking, stop Red!
Yasmine said she would make sure I kept my promise and come fetch me if she had to, before running off to find Selene. I think I scrubbed forever! Just worried I wouldn't clean the leathers
good enough. Finally I was putting them out on drying racks when I felt something roll down my shoulder, across my arm and I captured it quickly at my finger tips. It about scared me thinking a weird bug was crawling all over me. Not that I'm scare of bugs, but I was just caught off guard. But, it was no bug, it was a ramberry. Out of habit, I looked up. As if the Sky had dropped it down on me. I heard a chuckle, a nice pleasant and very feminine one. I have to say, I was happy to see Mistress Mezoo. She let a curl of finger be my beckon to follow. Armed with my ramberry I followed quickly. Mistress looked like I felt! Hurried and had lots to do, on Her mind, or something! She placed a huge basket of beautiful plump ramberries in front of me. It seemed like one of the stories from my past as she announced...
Let there be Tarts!
What? Really? Seriously? Tarts? Oh. Not just Tarts it seemed, as names were rolling off Her tongue as simple as a breath being taken in, and released.
Let there be lots of Tarts!
Wow. So now I'm armed with Ramberries, A bag of floured ta sarna, yellow sugar, Eggs, Verr butter, some very rare date extract, and even some ground nuts, almost powered. Mistress shooed me off to go work some crazy magic. I had straps of baskets all over the place holding the goods, and Mistress said, "Wait! Stop! I would get my shift dirty. Take it off. "What? Nakie? I was about to debate, maybe it wasn't so much fear of nakie as it was...fuck what if Mistress was in art mode? Nakie meant a bigger canvas and if I'm to be making Tarts, I really didn't WANT to be in pain. Damn it! More selfish wants. No more selfish wants. I started to remove the layer of straps and took a deep breath. I twisted up the black shift and wrapped it around my long thick wily red locks to pull them back out of my face, like some scarf looking koora. Now, I was amazed I was pretty much as right as rain! But also very thrilled I was wrong. Yes, Mistress wanted color, but the color I was given
was fun, sweetly stained marks of deep purple and red 
across my skin. Mistress gave me wings, I didn't see them on my back, but I felt them. I felt....free, beautiful, I loved it! Oh I thanked Mistress over and over again. She finished Her wish of design before letting me go off, with a ramberry shoved in my mouth. Now I was packed with ingredients, beauty and a mission. I was go to find a Mistress named Birmmah. With a sweet warning of Mistress being a bit...mean. Great! I felt like I was walking into the oven to be cooked myself instead of finding the Mistress with the best mud oven around to bake tarts.
I started along the wagons and it wasn't hard to find, Mistress said they would be near the edge of the outer and first wagons. I found the Mistress, as I lowered the baskets, the many baskets, to the ground and asked Mistress, if I may, please, use Her mud oven to make a zillion Tarts. I said Mistress Mezoo said She had the best mud oven around. She gave me a slight smile, it seemed forced. I felt...bad. I came with the mind set of this sleen bitch in heat Mistress, angry and ready to eat any slave, and what I saw was, a woman who smelled of pain and sorrow. Loss, and aching.
That smell of dust in darkness, when you reach out and fingers touch nothing. The smell of fear in unknown. I wanted to weep for Her, but instead, I offered to bring a bit of sweetness. I showed the goods I had, and though I knew I could put it together myself...I asked for Her help. She said, first things first. She got me an apron. One woven in many different colors. She seemed to blush, Oh...Old lady blushing! Saying the colors matched the designs on my skin. It just was tied around my waist, and it was beautiful. I loved it! The first one I thought of was Catch, and told Her, my chain sister would love this apron. Catch was..so colorful, her feel, her smile. The Mistress chuckled getting bowls, water, and wooden spoons for us. We made the dough, then crushed the ramberries, most of them, a third set to the side for the tarts. We boiled, mixing them with sugar and sweet jellied fat. We both would break up dough and form it with our fingers, filling the center with the jelly, and then set whole ramberries on the top. They looked so delicious. Putting them in the mud oven for only three hands full of ehns. Once they were out, we let them cool, and just a bit of powered sugar sprinkled on top.
We cooked tarts for ahns. It was a lot of fun. I really didn't say much, but the Mistress spoke of all her sons. A few times tears formed, and slipped down her cheeks as she spoke of Mistress Cana, and the children. Again, I just listened. My mind would drift to my family, and I felt guilty for my own pain. Here I would miss them so much, because I knew where they were, this Mistress, had no idea where her first son was. She started to cry. Shit. I had no idea what to do! I didn't want to rub my naked all over Her to give Her a hug, instead, I handed Her a Tart, and told Her, She should see Mistress Mezoo, She was good with making puffy cheeks and eyes look pretty. Maybe some pretty tear drops, so they are there, created out of beauty and wouldn't seem so sad anymore.
The Mistress seemed to like that. So much so, She helped me put the Tarts in the baskets Mistress Mezoo gave me to drop off to the dozen of names she threw out at me. The Mistress wanted to make sure I left some with her son's children, and even her other Son's. I promised I would. I mean we had a zillion Tarts. Then, what She did next...was sweeter then a ramberry coated with honey and sprinkled with white sugar. She said I could keep the apron. She even folded up another that matched mine in design but the colors were brighter, for me to take to Catch. I thanked her so much and promised to come and check on Her! Maybe I could bring Catch, and show off our aprons! She said..not to forget a bit more clothing under them. It was my turn to blush. I gave be well's, and it was nice to see a smile form, naturally to Her weathered features.
I ran to leave a basket for Mistress Mezoo, before I took off for my deliveries.
-Mistress Mezoo had delicious golden edged Tarts filled with sweet Ramberry jelly and whole Ramberries on top delivered by the redheaded slave girl wearing only a colorful apron. She ran through the wagons making sure the baskets were left on platforms, covered with rep cloths as the Tarts were warm and freshly made, and gifted with love! Each Basket had a bright red silk ribbon, and she told any slaves around, if the Masters or Mistresses weren't, that they were gifts from Mistress, cause she wanted to make sure everyone had something warm and sweet to fill their mouths and tease the soul-
Yasmine said she would make sure I kept my promise and come fetch me if she had to, before running off to find Selene. I think I scrubbed forever! Just worried I wouldn't clean the leathers
good enough. Finally I was putting them out on drying racks when I felt something roll down my shoulder, across my arm and I captured it quickly at my finger tips. It about scared me thinking a weird bug was crawling all over me. Not that I'm scare of bugs, but I was just caught off guard. But, it was no bug, it was a ramberry. Out of habit, I looked up. As if the Sky had dropped it down on me. I heard a chuckle, a nice pleasant and very feminine one. I have to say, I was happy to see Mistress Mezoo. She let a curl of finger be my beckon to follow. Armed with my ramberry I followed quickly. Mistress looked like I felt! Hurried and had lots to do, on Her mind, or something! She placed a huge basket of beautiful plump ramberries in front of me. It seemed like one of the stories from my past as she announced...Let there be Tarts!
What? Really? Seriously? Tarts? Oh. Not just Tarts it seemed, as names were rolling off Her tongue as simple as a breath being taken in, and released.
Let there be lots of Tarts!
Wow. So now I'm armed with Ramberries, A bag of floured ta sarna, yellow sugar, Eggs, Verr butter, some very rare date extract, and even some ground nuts, almost powered. Mistress shooed me off to go work some crazy magic. I had straps of baskets all over the place holding the goods, and Mistress said, "Wait! Stop! I would get my shift dirty. Take it off. "What? Nakie? I was about to debate, maybe it wasn't so much fear of nakie as it was...fuck what if Mistress was in art mode? Nakie meant a bigger canvas and if I'm to be making Tarts, I really didn't WANT to be in pain. Damn it! More selfish wants. No more selfish wants. I started to remove the layer of straps and took a deep breath. I twisted up the black shift and wrapped it around my long thick wily red locks to pull them back out of my face, like some scarf looking koora. Now, I was amazed I was pretty much as right as rain! But also very thrilled I was wrong. Yes, Mistress wanted color, but the color I was given
was fun, sweetly stained marks of deep purple and red 
across my skin. Mistress gave me wings, I didn't see them on my back, but I felt them. I felt....free, beautiful, I loved it! Oh I thanked Mistress over and over again. She finished Her wish of design before letting me go off, with a ramberry shoved in my mouth. Now I was packed with ingredients, beauty and a mission. I was go to find a Mistress named Birmmah. With a sweet warning of Mistress being a bit...mean. Great! I felt like I was walking into the oven to be cooked myself instead of finding the Mistress with the best mud oven around to bake tarts.I started along the wagons and it wasn't hard to find, Mistress said they would be near the edge of the outer and first wagons. I found the Mistress, as I lowered the baskets, the many baskets, to the ground and asked Mistress, if I may, please, use Her mud oven to make a zillion Tarts. I said Mistress Mezoo said She had the best mud oven around. She gave me a slight smile, it seemed forced. I felt...bad. I came with the mind set of this sleen bitch in heat Mistress, angry and ready to eat any slave, and what I saw was, a woman who smelled of pain and sorrow. Loss, and aching.
That smell of dust in darkness, when you reach out and fingers touch nothing. The smell of fear in unknown. I wanted to weep for Her, but instead, I offered to bring a bit of sweetness. I showed the goods I had, and though I knew I could put it together myself...I asked for Her help. She said, first things first. She got me an apron. One woven in many different colors. She seemed to blush, Oh...Old lady blushing! Saying the colors matched the designs on my skin. It just was tied around my waist, and it was beautiful. I loved it! The first one I thought of was Catch, and told Her, my chain sister would love this apron. Catch was..so colorful, her feel, her smile. The Mistress chuckled getting bowls, water, and wooden spoons for us. We made the dough, then crushed the ramberries, most of them, a third set to the side for the tarts. We boiled, mixing them with sugar and sweet jellied fat. We both would break up dough and form it with our fingers, filling the center with the jelly, and then set whole ramberries on the top. They looked so delicious. Putting them in the mud oven for only three hands full of ehns. Once they were out, we let them cool, and just a bit of powered sugar sprinkled on top.We cooked tarts for ahns. It was a lot of fun. I really didn't say much, but the Mistress spoke of all her sons. A few times tears formed, and slipped down her cheeks as she spoke of Mistress Cana, and the children. Again, I just listened. My mind would drift to my family, and I felt guilty for my own pain. Here I would miss them so much, because I knew where they were, this Mistress, had no idea where her first son was. She started to cry. Shit. I had no idea what to do! I didn't want to rub my naked all over Her to give Her a hug, instead, I handed Her a Tart, and told Her, She should see Mistress Mezoo, She was good with making puffy cheeks and eyes look pretty. Maybe some pretty tear drops, so they are there, created out of beauty and wouldn't seem so sad anymore.
The Mistress seemed to like that. So much so, She helped me put the Tarts in the baskets Mistress Mezoo gave me to drop off to the dozen of names she threw out at me. The Mistress wanted to make sure I left some with her son's children, and even her other Son's. I promised I would. I mean we had a zillion Tarts. Then, what She did next...was sweeter then a ramberry coated with honey and sprinkled with white sugar. She said I could keep the apron. She even folded up another that matched mine in design but the colors were brighter, for me to take to Catch. I thanked her so much and promised to come and check on Her! Maybe I could bring Catch, and show off our aprons! She said..not to forget a bit more clothing under them. It was my turn to blush. I gave be well's, and it was nice to see a smile form, naturally to Her weathered features.
I ran to leave a basket for Mistress Mezoo, before I took off for my deliveries.
-Mistress Mezoo had delicious golden edged Tarts filled with sweet Ramberry jelly and whole Ramberries on top delivered by the redheaded slave girl wearing only a colorful apron. She ran through the wagons making sure the baskets were left on platforms, covered with rep cloths as the Tarts were warm and freshly made, and gifted with love! Each Basket had a bright red silk ribbon, and she told any slaves around, if the Masters or Mistresses weren't, that they were gifts from Mistress, cause she wanted to make sure everyone had something warm and sweet to fill their mouths and tease the soul-
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