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At the Fair
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:47 am
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(03/24/19 3:02 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Hulneth, PoD
-- is walking down one of many narrow dirt streets lined with
booths and stalls --
says to ALL: The soft soles of Tabuk hide boots, lent the
cadence of my gait a particular hushed quality through the
streets. It wasn’t that difficult to do, given the streets were
lively at almost all ahns of the day and night, during the Fair.
Still, it was an additional benefit to a slave who was already
light-of-foot.
My time was my own today, as much as it could be to a slave. My
Mistress wanting me to be able to enjoy myself, knowing that it
was seldom that I ever did. I had stopped to visit several
merchants who I knew would be here. They were always here,
having made their pilgrimage since my time in the northern
forest alone, where I’d hitch a ride upon their wagon in hopes
of some trade. I never, ever failed in a visit to their tent or
booths, when I was here. It hadn’t ever mattered if I was Free
or slave, as long as I behaved appropriately. The merchant I was
currently hunting down was Grainne the Seamstress.
I’d known Grainne almost as long as I’d known Layla the Tea
Mistress (who had passed to the City of Dust). She always found
her way to the Fairs and once upon a time she’d made me silks
and other apparel for the pleasure of those who’d owned me.
Today, however, I was enlisting her help to prepare a Mistress
newly moved to Hulneth. She was a cook, like her mother, and
Mamba. I found it very contrary that she would like Hulneth well
enough to make it her home, but here she was getting herself all
settled. I was meeting with Grainne to give her measurements for
some long, fur coats so she would be warm.
(03/24/19 3:08 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Hulneth, PoD
-- is at one of the many booths, stalls, and tents at the
Ta-Sardar-Var (North) side of the fairgrounds --
says to ALL: I turned a corner and saw the familiar colours of
her tent and banner advertising her seamstress shop. I made my
way over, dodging a lad carrying several bolts of fabric- so
much so it covered his eyes and I laughed as he zig-zagged his
way into the Mistress’s shop behind me and dropped the heavy
stack unto a work-table calling very loudly for her before I’d
even a chance to ring the bell set out.
“Mistress! my Mistress! I’ve returned for the bolts which you
asked to be carried from the wagon.” He was red-faced and looked
exhausted. Then, he finally noticed me. I gave him a toothy grin
and he took a wary step back. Before he had time to say
anything, his Mistress stepped out from the back room with a
handful of garments and saw me and smiled as much as she ever
did and I was actually warmed by her expression. She was a stoic
woman and rarely parted with any emotion. This was not often
seen in Merchants as their trade depended on their being
charismatic. But it was her work that drove people here. Not her
charm.
“Well, I figured you were dead.” Her lips pursed and keen, blue
eyes fixed on mine. She beckoned me closer and I knelt modestly
at her feet as I reached her.
“Not yet, Mistress. Not yet.” I did not dare look at her from
this position until she allowed me to. As I remained there
quietly, she looked over the fabric the boy had brought her and
then came back over to me as if finally finding me interesting
enough to divert her away from her work.
(03/24/19 3:13 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Hulneth, PoD
-- is at one of the many booths, stalls, and tents at the
Ta-Sardar-Var (North) side of the fairgrounds --
says to ALL: “I can see that, slave girl.” She snorted and I
fought off a smile because to anyone who knew Grainne, this was
her being very warm, indeed.
“Forgive me, Mistress. I have been here and there. Free again
and not free…” I trailed off into the telling of my story in a
fashion that would keep her interest, whilst she cut the fabric
and the familiar sound lulled me into that strange feeling of
security that was somewhat alien to me and only felt with very
few people. She was one of them. When I was finished, she
chuckled.
“Back with another Mistress eh? I do think you scare off men. I
blame it on your breeding and lack of socialisation.” I smiled,
for I knew she was being tender with me and I glanced at her
from that fringe of ravens wing lashes.
“Mistress, I was hoping I could seek a favour from you that is
not so much a favour as I would work here to pay for that favour
but..” I took a breath. “There is a Mistress who has just moved
to Hulneth and she is a Mamba cook- “ Grainned took me by the
chin and just looked at me.
“A Mamba cook? Where does she get her meat?” I blanched slightly
and shook my head.
“Not that kind of meat, Mistress..i assure you. She is well
known as her mother was a very well known cook through Gor. Her
mother was called Michelle and she, is Nichelle. She is
unaccustomed to the Hulneth cold and she needs warm weather
garments. Something of fur. She is also tall for a woman, some
six feet or so.” Now Grainne was intrigued and I gave her the
measurements as I knew them from just seeing the woman. I was
good at that. Grainne looked them over and nodded.
“Alright then. I am willing to do this mostly for the challenge.
You will come here and work at least an ahn every morning and
evening. Maybe my boy will learn from you. Off with you now.”
“Yes, thank you, Mistress!”
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