I enjoy the cool mornings. A breath of chilled air filling my lungs, dancing across my inner veins and a little tingle at my finger tips. I don't even need to open my eyes to know the burst of blue sky is around me, for this morning for some reason I was allowed rest.
I wondered were Bitch was, perhaps she had been summoned. She didn't wake me with baskets being pressed near me with mending or wash, cloths to be stripped for bandages, There wasn't any late season berries to be crushed, jellied, or just mixed with sugar for baked treats. Sweet ramberry and date bread was something I enjoyed making. They could be made right in pottery bowls just boiled in water over the fire, the steamed heat lets it rise with ease of any oven we may have had at the Halls.
Blushes loved to make it for my Father. I loved making it in general for it brought good memories. She said she learned it from a slave who had belonged to pirating ships. They would make camp at the side of shores and everything had to be made by makeshift camp fires. Reminds me of here. Well, not really, but the fires make me think of ships battling on the Thassa. There is something breathtaking about watching huge ships coming into the docks. Father was gone for almost a year once on trading travels. He brought back bracelets for us, me and Big Red.
I look to my wrist, bare of those sparkling symbols of wealth and age. I haven't seen my bracelets since I arrived. Probably been traded and have passed many hands by now. There are a few slaves around with decorations of bracelets and anklets. Not like the bells I once worse, but bands of gold that must please others to have on them. So simple just a single band can look, to where back home, the slaves of the all even in simple Camisk still wore much gold for it pleased Father and the men.
What I would give for a pretty bracelet around my wrist. A band of gold to soften the bold specks across my flesh. I looked at my fingers and I missed the tint of red at my nails. I wondered how Yasmine was doing. I started to mix powder of coco, dried petals of a blue flower found here on the plains, with just a bit of root from plant I didn't know the name of. It gave a smoothing aroma, one not flowery, but the flower petals oddly calmed it. It was smooth, and warm in its scent. I loved it against my skin with a light oil. I felt pretty and comforting. I put it in my hair, it was light enough not to weight it down or darken it, but keep it under control even when I was working, yet allowed the breeze to mingle along the crimson waves.
Even on this cool morning, naked in the wrap of furs, did I feel good. I wanted thought of going in and coming out Master's sleeping furs today, I wonder if He ever woke up in cuddled warmth like this. Not wishing to climb out just yet, but just wanted to stay in an ehn longer. So much I truly wanted to know.
I wondered were Bitch was, perhaps she had been summoned. She didn't wake me with baskets being pressed near me with mending or wash, cloths to be stripped for bandages, There wasn't any late season berries to be crushed, jellied, or just mixed with sugar for baked treats. Sweet ramberry and date bread was something I enjoyed making. They could be made right in pottery bowls just boiled in water over the fire, the steamed heat lets it rise with ease of any oven we may have had at the Halls.
Blushes loved to make it for my Father. I loved making it in general for it brought good memories. She said she learned it from a slave who had belonged to pirating ships. They would make camp at the side of shores and everything had to be made by makeshift camp fires. Reminds me of here. Well, not really, but the fires make me think of ships battling on the Thassa. There is something breathtaking about watching huge ships coming into the docks. Father was gone for almost a year once on trading travels. He brought back bracelets for us, me and Big Red.
I look to my wrist, bare of those sparkling symbols of wealth and age. I haven't seen my bracelets since I arrived. Probably been traded and have passed many hands by now. There are a few slaves around with decorations of bracelets and anklets. Not like the bells I once worse, but bands of gold that must please others to have on them. So simple just a single band can look, to where back home, the slaves of the all even in simple Camisk still wore much gold for it pleased Father and the men.
What I would give for a pretty bracelet around my wrist. A band of gold to soften the bold specks across my flesh. I looked at my fingers and I missed the tint of red at my nails. I wondered how Yasmine was doing. I started to mix powder of coco, dried petals of a blue flower found here on the plains, with just a bit of root from plant I didn't know the name of. It gave a smoothing aroma, one not flowery, but the flower petals oddly calmed it. It was smooth, and warm in its scent. I loved it against my skin with a light oil. I felt pretty and comforting. I put it in my hair, it was light enough not to weight it down or darken it, but keep it under control even when I was working, yet allowed the breeze to mingle along the crimson waves.
Even on this cool morning, naked in the wrap of furs, did I feel good. I wanted thought of going in and coming out Master's sleeping furs today, I wonder if He ever woke up in cuddled warmth like this. Not wishing to climb out just yet, but just wanted to stay in an ehn longer. So much I truly wanted to know.
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