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Serving Snow of Brundisium
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:45 am
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dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
says to ALL: [Somewhere in my Mistress’s Torcadino residence]
When I woke it was to a slate, grey sky. The morning was already
overcast and I wished to return to Hulneth, where I knew snow
covered the hills and mountains. How a girl from Kar had fallen
in love with the biting cold of the North, I did not know. But
it called to me- it sang to me, the most beautiful and ethereal
notes and ensnared me. Perhaps, it was that I felt safe there.
In any case, I was here in the market on errands and stopped at
a vendor I knew.
“G’morn to you Master. My Mistress is wanting to inquire about
your salted tarsk shoulder. Is that something you have readily
available?” I knew there was no cold storage here, or at the
very least, very rare, and as he looked at me with brow arched,
I knew he would be thinking the same, and that I should be smart
enough to know, given my previous proclivities. He cleared his
throat.
“Naw, not at the present, slave girl. You can see them eat I
have here, salted and not, readily available. You make choose
and pay as your Mistress instructed.” It was a fair comment and
I looked at what he had, knowing they would be gone in an ahn or
two. I pointed to one and replied.
“That, one Master. Please. A boy will be by to pick it up and it
can be placed on Mistress’s tab. She will pay upon receipt, and
the boy will deliver the coin.” I knew it was the system they
had but just so he knew, I knew. Again, he nodded.
“Very well, slave girl.”
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to ALL: I turned on sandaled feet. The weather here in
Torcandino was much warmer than Hulneth right now. There were
times I missed the alleyways of my city, but I remind myself
that it was never mine, born into slavery as I was. Only the
free could claim a city theirs, and yet in my heart, I was
Karian. Or mayhap, I simply belonged to the Thassa. The Thassa
called to me, a whisper on the winds, beckoning to go to her.
That was the most difficult to free myself of. I dreamt of the
waters, of the subtle rocking of the ship beneath my feet, and
the way the sky looked when you were in the vast waters with no
land in sight. Day or night, the sky was beautiful, but
night-time skies were bewitching and I could lay on the deck and
just watch the thousands of stars twinkling.
I glanced straight ahead as I got closer to the market place. It
was early enough where it didn’t appear that there were many
patrons. I was hesitant to go much further, pausing at a bench
beneath a scraggly little tree and considered. There was the
spot I preferred, that was apart enough that I would not bother
anyone whilst I enjoyed the scenery and could still offer
service. I migrated that way, hips moving in subtle rhythm
beneath the kirtle before my knees found their place on the
slave mat and thighs parted shoulder width apart, hands finding
their perch on knees as nine fingers stretched evenly apart.
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to Snow of Gor: I cast my gaze toward you, as you seemed to
be the only one actually settled here and as mercurial depths
scouted you for any insignia of your home or caste, I offered
softly.
“Greetings, Master. Is there aught I might get you this morning,
please?” It was always somewhat of a chance, not pleasing a
Master on how you offer service, but I was always taught not to
approach a man unless bidden. So I went with long time training,
rather than intrude on your privacy.
(01/23/19 08:35)
Snow of Gor
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to ..sharp.dark.beautiful..: ~i was surprised to have you
address me, my assumption having been you were otherwise
occupied with your masters business, but at least in this
instance it was a pleasant surprise~ Can you juggle or anything
like that slave girl? Sleight of hand? I have a drink already,
and truthfully I'm not the best at conversation.
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to Snow of Gor: I could clearly see the look of surprise on
your face despite the distance between us. You weren’t t h a t
far away, after all. To your surprise, I didn’t look surprised
at your question. Slaves, after all, were often trained as
entertainment pieces for their owners and I was sure some could
juggle, as I’d seen some at fairs from time to time. Sadly, I
could not. Which left me puzzling over how I might endeavor to
entertain you with the skills I did have.
It was then I crawled to where you were, not exactly
provocatively, but rather like a prowling beast and knelt up in
the same fashion I’d been kneeling on the mats. Thighs parted
instinctively, and hands dropped to find the same perch on knees
as I cleared my throat softly and replied.
“I do not juggle, Master. As for sleight of hand, I know a
little. But I’d rather share a story.” I paused. “If that would
please you, Master.”
(01/23/19 08:53)
Snow of Gor
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to ..sharp.dark.beautiful..: Now slave, you had my
surprise, now you have my curiosity. I believe a story would be
most enjoyable. ~i picked up my drink, I took a long swig and
placed it down, turning to face you as you crawled your way over
to me, not the most sexual of slave girls, but provacative just
the same, I looked you over before acquiescing to your ask~ It
would please me. By all means, your have my permission and
encouragement to share your story in the best manner possible.
(01/23/19 08:35)
Snow of Gor
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to ..sharp.dark.beautiful..: ~i was surprised to have you
address me, my assumption having been you were otherwise
occupied with your masters business, but at least in this
instance it was a pleasant surprise~ Can you juggle or anything
like that slave girl? Sleight of hand? I have a drink already,
and truthfully I'm not the best at conversation.
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to Snow of Gor: I smiled as you appeared interested and
pleased. I might have hoped for one, but both caused a brief
quickening of my pulse. I had attended a great many fairs. It
was always an enjoyment to listen to the great story tellers. I
found their ability to hold captive an audience something I
might have liked to have done myself, should things have been
different. Instead, I satisfied myself with listening to them
spin tales, often original, whilst they sat right there. It
always left me awed. I had an excellent memory and I recalled a
great many of them. Quickly, I sorted out which I would share,
cleared my throat and began softly.
"In a time when only the stars existed, a time before the Sun
and the Moon, there was a poor peasant woman who sold honey
cakes in order that she might survive. The peasant woman had two
children, a son and daughter. Geldane, the elder of the two, was
a wise and responsible son, while her daughter, Pereswyn, had an
innocent and trusting young heart." i gave pause to take a
breath and again, make eye contact with you, briefly, before
those liquid greens took refuge beneath spray of inky lashes.
"One day, while returning home from the village after selling
honey cakes, the mother encountered a wolf in her path on top of
a hill. this wolf was far larger than any she'd ever seen. The
wolf demanded a honey cake and in exchange he would spare the
woman’s life. She was frightened and gave him the best honey
cake from her basket, so the wild wolf left the woman to
continue on her path. However, the wolf continually reappeared,
asking for honey cakes until there were none. The mother would
plead for her life, begging the wild wolf to spare her for the
sake of her son and daughter. At the thought of having not only
one but three people for dinner, the wolf..consumed her and wore
her clothes. He would go to the mother’s house disguised, hoping
to fool the two children." there was a delicate curve of lips,
and my words hung on the air, teasingly. My gaze lifting again,
mercurial depths shifting like Thassa herself, settling on a
pale, sea-green.
(01/23/19 09:10)
Snow of Gor
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to ..sharp.dark.beautiful..: ~you began your tale, and
already I could see that it was not to be the most normal of
stories, you had a latent flair for sharing of gems and I found
myself inching forward slightly, silently appalled to hear that
the mother was merely fodder to a wolf's hunger, your green eyes
met my dark brown gaze for the brief moment where you dared to
life them, my tankard was held in both hands in front of me as I
leaned forward, elbows on knees, listening intently~ Poor woman,
should have carried a dagger instead of honey cakes. Tale isn't
even over and wisdom has already been shared. ~goes back to
listening~
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to Snow of Gor: “When the wolf reached the house, he found
a locked door. The children were not convinced that the wolf in
disguise was their mother. However, the wolf finally persuaded
the two, leading them to open the door for him. What a shock!
The children screamed as the wolf chased them round and round
the house, out the door and up a large tree. The wolf, being
persistent, found an axe in the house and begun chopping the
tree down to get to the siblings.” It was here I met your gaze
again, a curl of pretty mouth, as I kept you hanging a moment
longer. Such were the arts of storyteller’s, that I’d witnessed
at fairs.
“At that moment Pereswyn prayed to the heavens, asking for a
rope. She prayed that if her and her brother were pure of heart
and meant to be saved, the rope would be strong enough to rescue
them, but if they were not, then the rope would be old and
rotten, and they would fall. A long, strong rope was sent down
from above and the two children started climbing until they
reached the heavens." Wry amusement reflected in shining green
eyes. And I continued after taking another breath.
“It seemed all would end well. Pereswyn reached the bridge of
heaven first. The wolf below, flew into a rage. He pulled at the
rope..but he was not pure of heart. But her brother, Geldane,
did not quite reach the bridge and when the wolf pulled, Geldane
fell and the rope went with him. Pereswyn watched with horror as
Geldane fell into the stretched jaws of the wolf and watched as
he was eaten whole. Pereswyn was inconsolable with grief,
lamenting the loss of her brother. Her pure, love and pure heart
shone so brightly that the Gods, not wanting her to be lost to
grief changed her into a luminous body to hang in the heavens
and accompany the stars and which the Gods could look upon too
and be reminded that love did exist." I murmured the last of the
words softly. It was a sweet tale, to be sure, but I was only a
slave and I knew little about love, much more familiar with
cruelty, but it was a hope my heart clung to. After a moment of
pausing that you would know I was finished, I offered softly. “I
hope it pleased, you, Master.”
(01/23/19 09:19)
Snow of Gor
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to ..sharp.dark.beautiful..: ~i stared at you, processing
your story, rolling it around in my mind, letting it wash over
me to allow me to develop an impression, the story was fantasy,
but it very well reflected realities in some facets also, the
more I considered it, the more I liked it, a smile formed and
was shared with you~ Very well spoken slave girl. In another
life, you might have been a story teller. Today though, you may
share two things with your owner. First, you pleased a free man
of Brundisium, you may tell her my name is Snow if she enquires.
And, I feel inclined to offer payment though I know none is
required. ~I was not a man of great means, but neither was I
destitute, I offered you two copper tarsk bits on the palm of my
hand, some owners were odd about letting slaves touch coin and I
was not sure on which side your owner resided, but I left it to
you to appropriate them in a fitting manner according to your
owners desires for I truthfully did not lean one way or any
other on that topic~ Very well done
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
Dagger's Rules
HULNETH
-- Is at the open-air seating within the Market Square, a lovely
central gathering place set with intricately fitted flat stones
and a fountain at each corner--
says to Snow of Gor: "with your permission, Master, may I be
excused?" real time was catching up with me.
[dagger would of course share with you the message and hand over
the two copper.]
#Post#: 491--------------------------------------------------
Re: Serving Snow of Brundisium
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:45 am
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I was seated at my desk when I moved one of the small
Notes left for Me ... as I read it slow I would
smile...it was a note from Bubba to let me know news from
The Markets... on in My collar named dagger.. has passed
him coin...secured in a small pouch and tied securely ....
Bubba continued to explain the way the lass gained the coin
I was impressed at her ways but not at all surprised...
my fingers rolled the parchment Then searched for the
small pouch and added the note to it ... placing it
back in the draw and securing that hidden area Then
Closed the draw to continue with My work
Nyah
(well done mine you make me smile...))
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