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The Storyteller: Tale of Makatza in Whole
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:49 am
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The Story of Makatza [in it’s entirety as roleplayed in the
Fair]
3.26.2019
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Hulneth, PoD
(10:10:20 )
[ The Sardar Fair . Side Street ]
-Wandering along a street of hard packed earth. Each is named
for the castes which occupy these streets. For instance the
Street of Coins, Street of Pottery and so on...-
says to ALL: The order placed with Grainne, including picking
out the varied fabrics and her word that it would be ready
before the end of the Fair, I was left with time for other
things. My Mistress was quite benevolent during the Fair,
allowing us to enjoy the spectacle it always was as long as any
chores she’d delegated earlier were finished first. That was
easily enough done and the remainder of the time was devoted to
enjoying the delights the Fair had to offer.
I always enjoyed the juggling troupe and the gifted
story-tellers. Their tales were colourful and exciting. When I
was still new to my slavery, I imagined I could have a life like
that of the richly, painted characters in the stories. I was
very young, and it was an absurd notion, but I still delighted
in it and the Slaver, Athir, didn’t even mind my listening or
imagining. He believed that a vibrant imagination was a vital
necessity to the specifics of my slavery and I can’t disagree
that it was, having found that it lent to a creativity that I
ought not would have.
(10:15:04 )
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[ Outer Precinct . Amphitheater ]
-At the Amphitheater along the edges of the Fair precinct, a
large sloping semicircular complex where in paying spectators
can observe kaissa matches, poet readings, pageants, song dramas
and other performances...-
says to ALL: The streets were mine, in a metaphorical sense, of
course and I weaved through the main streets and the alley ways,
a lightness of foot that had been ingrained in me over the
course of a thousand ahns of training. There was little that I
could not traverse in near-silence, though someone with keen
hearing could always trump my stealth and possibly notice me.
I’d been caught more than once, and it always seemed to me it
was those you’d never expect. I could only assume that it was a
failure on my part, neglecting to take care over some creaky,
wooden planking. Too, there were those among us who might not
appear as they truly are, and taking for granted that a merchant
is only a merchant, can lead to downfall as well. Today, I was
as agile, light and quiet as ever even with the kirtle, which is
not something I ever wore even when I served North. The majority
of my owners preferred leather and sheer silks and my tabuk
boots which were supple enough to allow for running and quiet
enough so I could run across the roof-tops and not be heard. But
there was no roof-top-running tonight, only a game of shadow
dancing as I prowled through the Fair.
Beneath the brightness of Tor-tu-Gor, a woman stood within the
embrace of the Amphitheatre. There were many sitting in the
stands, watching and listening as she weaved her tale for the
crowd. Slaves who could not gain entrance without the escort of
a Master or Mistress, stood towards the back, but were as
riveted on the woman as the crowd. She was tall, lithe and
garbed in flowing robes as she sat on a high stool. Glittering
strands of her bejeweled hair was hidden from the prying eyes of
the audience, beneath a swath of silk that also covered her face
below the eyes and was caught in a sparkling, purple gem just at
her cheekbone. Her voice was mellifluous with an unmistakable
accent of the desert and she seemed to have the audience
bewitched at the first syllable.
(10:22:30 )
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[ Outer Precinct . Amphitheater ]
-At the Amphitheater along the edges of the Fair precinct, a
large sloping semicircular complex where in paying spectators
can observe kaissa matches, poet readings, pageants, song dramas
and other performances...-
says to ALL: She began:
“There once was a storyteller who hailed from Argentum. She was
of simple stock; her mother and father owning a bakery in the
city and it was fully expected that she would follow the family
business. But she wanted more, and when she came of age, she
left to pursue a dream which her family felt would leave her
destitute.” The storyteller paused to allow her bewitching gaze
to fall on the audience and continued.
“As it happens, the storyteller’s dreams did come true and far
and wide, people knew her name. Agrafina. It was not her birth
name, but her birth name was just not grande enough for the
stories she told. Along with her notoriety, came wealth. She had
riches her family never, ever dreamed of and she purchased a new
baker shop for her parents along with a new home in the city,
taking care of them. But as stories go, the heroine character
must overcome some struggle and out-smart a villain.” Another
pause as the audience look on, captivated.
“On her way to the great, city of Ar, Agrafina’s caravan was
set upon by Mercenaries. They killed her would-be protectors and
captured the Lady, not knowing initially, who she was. She was
brought to the leader of this Mercenary, a man named Dak’ven,
immediately knew who she was and laughed.” Her voice dropped as
she took on this new role.
“The infamous storyteller of Argentum. This is a fortuitous day.
How much do you think I can get in ransom for such a pretty
flower?” Agrafina knew better than to say anything just yet.
Instead, studying the man before her and gauging her options. To
her horror, she found the man striking, strong and handsome and
felt the flutter of desire deep in her belly that she was quick
to squash. Or at least, she thought she did. When she was
permitted to speak, she offered this:
“Sir, you are right. You could collect quite the ransom for me
as I am beloved by the people. This is not vain, but simple
truth. I am the center of attraction at the Fairs and I am often
called upon to visit Magistrates and Ubars for festivals and
name-days. But, instead, I ask you to give me three hands. Three
hands where I will regale you with such stories that you will
understand why they love me and…you will, instead free me. And
I, will offer you an award for keeping me safe from the
cut-throats, who killed my men and nearly killed me.” Dak’ven
looked at her at then, looked at his men who were chuckling
amongst themselves.
“You think I will be so easily smitten with your stories, do
you? Alright, I agree to these terms. Your first story will
begin tonight and we shall see.”
(10:28:04 )
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[ Outer Precinct . Amphitheater ]
-At the Amphitheater along the edges of the Fair precinct, a
large sloping semicircular complex where in paying spectators
can observe kaissa matches, poet readings, pageants, song dramas
and other performances...-
says to ALL: Agrafina was kept as a captive of honour in
Dak’ven’s tent and was afforded the comforts of such. He never
did anything untoward and every night listened to her stories
with rapt attention. However, after the first hand, Agrafina had
no idea how he felt. There was little in the way of expression
in his face and she worried, deep in the pit of her stomach.
The second hand she stepped up her game. Her stories of faraway
places and terribly smart, men who used both their cleverness,
treachery and magic to get what they wanted. There were sword
fights and wild escapes and slave girls who fell at the feet of
these strong men with utter devotion. This second hand she saw
something. A flicker in his eyes as he looked at her. It was a
look that made her catch her breath. A look that she never
received from a man and she was unsure if it was the stories or
herself.
Thus, began the third hand. Something shifting between them. Her
stories were no less as exciting, but this time, featured more
center-stage, was a love story between two, unlikely people. As
the end of the hand neared, the story became more intense and on
the last day she brought him the tea he favoured and made sure
he was comfortable. Her delicate hand grazing his just before
she stepped back and his darting upwards, watching her keenly.
“This story will be unlike anything you have heard these past
three weeks, Sir. It is a story of desire, deeper than the
deepest well and where the two main characters are
star-cross’d.” She shared the tale and watched as this strong
man caved. His eyes shining with un-shed tears. But before the
dance concluded, her main character danced beneath the moon for
a love she could never have and Agrafina danced for her captor.
The dance was not that of a slave, but a Free woman, however, it
was filled with all the emotion and love that as lave might show
her Master. At the end of her dance she knelt modestly before
him and felt as he placed his hand on her head.
(10:32:25 )
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[ Outer Precinct . Amphitheater ]
-At the Amphitheater along the edges of the Fair precinct, a
large sloping semicircular complex where in paying spectators
can observe kaissa matches, poet readings, pageants, song dramas
and other performances...-
says to ALL:
“You have won your freedom, Agrafina. You have bewildered me
these last hands and I would never think myself so overcome with
emotion at a simple tale, but your stories are not simple, are
they?” He smiled, surprisingly kindly. “You will be granted safe
passage from my encampment. You will be returned with honour to
your homestone.” He would have said more but, Agrafina did not
allow him to finish. Instead, she lowered her head demurely, her
arms rising above her bowed head and crossing them at the wrist.
Dak’ven sat there unsure if this was part of her story, then
lifting her chin gently to see her blue eyes brimming with tears
and he smiled. Somehow, the unlikely two had discovered
something else. He caught her up in his arms, kissing her deeply
and proclaiming in a hushed voice against her lips. “Mine.”
And thus concluded the tale of the Storyteller, to a resounding
cheer from those listening with men pounding their closed fist
to their chest and slaves cheering. The Storyteller gracefully
making her way off the stage.
(10:51:21 )
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[ Central Area . Central Tent ]
-A tent with more than 200 tables where upon paying for a
voucher, patrons may sit and partake of foods and drinks from
all over Gor...-
says to ALL: I had been too late to the Amphitheatre to catch
the name of this storyteller, but I was interested enough to
find out and would make that my next project whilst waiting on
the seamstress. Though she was never late, she was notorious for
taking a very long time, but the product was well worth the
wait.
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Re: The Storyteller: Tale of Makatza in Whole
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:49 am
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3.26.2019
(07:10:49 )
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-[moving through the market's streets]-
says to ALL: I was left slightly intoxicated, after listening to
the storyteller. Truth-be-told, it wasn’t just with her skills
as storyteller, but with everything I could not see. I knew
enough about storytellers to know that many employed certain
theatrical devices by which to captivate their listeners even
more. Some, used props. I knew of another storyteller who wowed
the crowd when, at the pinnacle of her story, used smoke to
obscure herself from view and when the audience saw her again,
she was wearing skirts that were embellished with sequence that
made her look as though she was set aflame and, on another
pirouette,, she stretched feathered arms out and soared about
the stage. Storytelling, was as diverse in telling as those
telling the stories. It was expected that some were regional,
others fantastical with sets and props and others, rarer, a
singular person who could captivate their audience with their
voice and in her case, keeping her face hidden below her eyes.
Employing my skillset, I set out to find out who she was and if
she would be performing again before the Fair concluded. Most of
the afternoon was spent in this exploit, when at last, a young
girl heard me questioning the leather worker and laughed in
delight. She could not have yet reached womanhood but I afforded
her the same respect I would have to any free woman and knelt
demurely. Her keen, brown eyes watched me and she giggled again.
“Her name is Makatza, slave girl. I am told she is of the desert
people. “ She moved closer to me and would lift a swath of my
dark strands. “It is said she is not free. That a curse was set
upon her after opening a scroll and she must wander the lands
and tell stories…forever-” I was raptly listening when the
girls’ mother tugged her by the arm and snorted at her.
“Stop telling the slave silly stories, daughter.” She pulled her
onward along the street and all the while the girl looked back
at me, brown eyes glittering. Even if it was some fanciful thing
the girl had conjured, it had piqued my interest and regardless,
I had my name. Makatza.
(07:16:06 )
dagger [Nyah’s]
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-[moving through the market's streets]-
says to ALL: Already, my imagination was running wild. I was
conjuring sultry, desert sands sentient scrolls that had the
ability to enslave someone, because if what the young, girl said
was truth, it sounded very much like Makatza was enslaved. I
found it interesting that the girl did not seem to think it a
‘silly story,’ as her mother clearly did. Instead, it was clear
that she was enraptured by it and I thought that if it were
true, I would be ill-at-ease with such knowledge. Of course, the
girl and I came from two different worlds- mine, where I’d known
the fear and intimacy of slavery and hers, where any thoughts of
slavery, with her cast the part of slave was pure fantasy. I
supposed that to think there was an inanimate object, like that
of a scroll, who could possess such power to enslave me for
countless ages, was frightening.
There was, however, the obstacle of immortality itself in how it
pertains to a woman. Meaning, according to the Initiates, the
only ones who could attain immortality were men, as the logical
order of things dictates. I was not a man, and I was a slave, so
I could not obtain immortality. But if Makatza was enslaved, how
could she be cursed with this immortality to tell these tales
forever? It was a puzzle and I liked puzzles. And, I had a habit
of tinkering with puzzles until I unraveled them. It was the
nature of my training.
I hadn’t realised I’d been standing there for so long. Long
enough that I was not aware I was being watched. It wasn’t
something I saw, but something I felt. I turned then, deftly on
my toes and turned my head so I could catch a glimpse of who it
was. I was just in time to see a whirl of blue, and the flash of
a purple gem. I knew it was Makatza, but it would not be in my
best interest to dart after a Free woman through the Fair. But I
was agile and quick and to my benefit, I was stealthy. Stealthy
enough where she would not notice me following and no one else
would think it either.
3.27.2019
(03/27/19 5:07 pm)
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-- is walking down one of many narrow dirt streets lined with
booths and stalls --
says to ALL: Makatza was still on my mind. I had managed to
follow her until she vanished in the Caste Pavilion’s, and while
I had lingered, making myself appear busy, she never came out.
It was my suspicion that she likely knew I was following her,
despite the care I took. Regardless, the opportunity was gone
and I would have to try and start from the beginning tomorrow.
I could see the Central Tent just beyond and wondered if she
might be in there. But I doubted it. She was as elusive a
creature as I’d ever known and someone like that would likely
have a slave bring them meals and if she was in fact a slave,
then her Owner, who was parading her around as free would make
sure no one saw her beyond the Amphitheatre where she told her
stories.
I was standing there thinking, fingers tugging on the twisted
strands of coal when I felt a bump against my back and turned
sharply. A girl, as young as the one who had told me about
Makatza, stood there with a grin and folded piece of rence. She
handed it to me and ran, back the way she came. When I could no
longer see her I opened the note carefully and saw elegant,
Taharic script: “Tomorrow, at dawn. The Amphitheatre. -M” That
was it. I folded the note and as I walked by a bin I ripped it
up and sprinkled it within.
3.28.2019
(03/28/19 9:48 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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-- is upon one of the tiers of the great ampitheatre, where
entertainments such as Kaissa matches, poetry readings,
pageants, song dramas, and concerts may be enjoyed. --
says to ALL: It was dawn, and I was standing here at the
Amphitheatre as the note I received indicated me to do. The
Amphitheatre stood behind me, empty; cavernous with the empty
seats. Lar-Torvis was peeking over the shell and the air was
still chill, without the warmth of light over the Fair grounds.
I was anxious and my gut was warning me this was some kind of
trick, but I told my gut that it hadn’t been exactly spot-on,
these last few years, and perhaps it should leave my fate in the
hands of my brain. I had a lot more confidence in it right now.
At just that moment, I heard the rustle of a feminine body
moving and turned my head to see Makatza. She was even more
stunning standing there before me. She was robed in vivid, green
with her raven, hair bejeweled, but also covered and her face
covered as before, her eyes only visible with a purple stone
pinned to her left cheek.
“Makatza?” I spoke her name in a breathless way, as though my
tongue was not pure enough to speak it. She laughed softly, the
sound like the softest of larl pelts caressing my body. I felt
my insides quiver and my cheeks blush.
“Makatza, is a name given to me by my Owner, and by the people.
In an ancient tongue, not of our world, it means wild and
untamed. When he found me, I was wild and untamed and headstrong
and undeserving of my life.” She smiled softly, “Come. Sit. I
will share with you the story of my life.”
(03/28/19 9:58 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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-- is upon one of the tiers of the great ampitheatre, where
entertainments such as Kaissa matches, poetry readings,
pageants, song dramas, and concerts may be enjoyed. --
says to ALL: It must have been pretty evident that I was in
disbelief, because she laughed again, that sound dancing from
the nape of my neck downward, leaving me tingled and shivers of
delight.
”You are wondering why, dagger? Slave of Na’im Athir, who was
born of the Tahari, Oasis of the Nine Wells, to be specific and
adopted by Port Kar?” She simply smiled, but said nothing else
and did not give me time to reply, instead, diving into her tale
as any good storyteller would.
“I was born into the House of the Nine Wells, to a prominent
family and was promised to Sulieman as a child. My name was
Aiyanna. I was privileged and beautiful, I thought because I was
such a sought-after woman that I could use whatever was at my
disposal to get what I want.” She paused, but it was not for
story effect. She looked at me, her dark eyes gone soft,
glittery and she smiled. “When I reached the age of majority, my
parents informed me that I was promised to Sulieman. This should
have been a great honour for me, but instead, I was outraged. I
realised my entire life I was just a pawn. A pawn to my parents
and a pawn for Sulieman and a pawn for many of the male suitors
because despite my beauty, it came down to alliances. So, I ran
away.” There was humour in her eyes as I could not see her face.
“I did not understand how life was for other people. Everything
was given to me. I did not realise how tenuous my freedom was,
because I was protected my entire life. I was cherished. I
demanded things from people along the way. I was wicked and
cruel. I ended up in lands held by Kavars. It was a miracle I
made it that far, but I did not understand the politics between
our people and I was immediately detained by the High Pasha’s
vizier, Baram, the Sheik of Bezhad.” I was lost in her words.
Watching her intently, that sea of green as tumultuous as ever.
“It could have been worse. I was treated like royalty and like
the stupid young woman I was, I never thought any harm would
befall me. I was allowed the privilege of walking through the
Oasis palace, and more importantly the library. I read
proficiently and I read voraciously. The only rule of Haroun,
the High Pasha, was that I was not permitted to go into a
special, artifact room. It was his personal collection and he
prized it.” She laughed and I was reduced to shivers. “Can you
guess what I did, dagger?” She looked at me and I murmured
softly.
“You went into his collection room, Mistress.” she smiled and
shook her head. “Do not call me Mistress here. We are equals, at
the moment. But, yes, I did.” she continued. “I learned I was
not only well read and clever, but I could pick locks with
proficiency. I went into the room in the dead of night and began
to devour everything I could. But, within this locked room,
there was a locked box. It was more difficult to open and it
took me the better of an ahn to finally open it. I remember
being so very proud of myself. My cleverness. Inside the box was
a scroll, and…” she paused, and pointed to the shiny, purple
stone that was set as a pin, which held her veil (which was
thicker than any veil worn by slaves in the Tahari). I opened
the scroll and I felt…I felt a sand storm blow into me. I felt
gifts being bestowed on me, gifts I did not understand…and I
felt myself change.” She inhaled deeply, breathing out slowly as
she unpinned that stone and revealed-
(03/28/19 10:05 am)
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-- is upon one of the tiers of the great ampitheatre, where
entertainments such as Kaissa matches, poetry readings,
pageants, song dramas, and concerts may be enjoyed. --
says to ALL: I was horrified to see that her face, below her
eyes was marred. As though she had been a clay figure caught in
that sand storm and each, grain of sand had pelted into and
dented her face. It was terrible and at the same time,
beautiful. Perhaps only a person such a myself, who had
experienced the horror of disfigurement in a society where women
and more-so, slaves were prized for their beauty, could
understand. I was proud that I did not gasp, but I knew well
that my gaze would betray my emotions and I had to interject-
“Please, I know my gaze expresses the horror I feel in my heart,
but it’s not horror at how you look. It’s the shared horror,
between us, as I understand how you must have felt.” I uncovered
my right hand from my left and showed her where my pinky had
been taken off, and where the angry red scar had covered the
place where it was hacked off and over my knuckle where He had
cauterised it. To my surprise, she smiled and reached out,
touching my hand and missing finger gently.
“Now you understand why I shared it with you, dagger. Or at
least partly, the reason why. You have an understanding, most
would not.” She looked toward the sky and looked anxious. I
understood that if she were seen with me like this it might
cause suspicion. She quickly pinned the veil back on her face
and continued.
(03/28/19 10:16 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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-- is upon one of the tiers of the great ampitheatre, where
entertainments such as Kaissa matches, poetry readings,
pageants, song dramas, and concerts may be enjoyed. --
says to ALL: “I don’t have much time left, dagger, slave of
Nyah, daughter of Kar and Tahari.” My head tilted, and I
wondered if I should be uneasy with her knowing so much about
me. As if she knew she reached out and took my hands in her own.
“Do not be frightened of me. I am not here to bring you harm. My
knowledges are as long as my memory, as I’ve been walking these
lands a very long time.” I wanted to ask her if she was
immortal. If the Initiates were wrong and woman could become
immortal. But my attention quickly returned to her.
“My gift, from the scroll, was that of a Storyteller and
persuasion. My curse, was the marring of my face and my beauty,
what I held so dear. But what I discovered dagger, was my joy in
serving. Serving the people with my stories and serving my
Owner, who I love.” I was about to interject again, as to why
she must tell stories as a Free woman, when she answered for me.
“The reason I must tell these stories as a Free woman, is
because no one would listen to them they way they need to if it
came from a slave.” There was a shrewdness in her eyes as I felt
my own widen and suddenly it made sense to me. She stood then,
my hands still held in hers which brought me to my feet too. I
was still much smaller than she was and I watched as she bent at
the waist, brought my hands to her lips, kissed them and then to
her forehead and whispered something I could not hear. Before
turning to leave, she spoke one last thing.
“Do not let grief prevent you from being the slave you were
meant to be, dagger. Do not allow loss to hollow your heart.
There is still much to give. There is always much to give. Serve
well, Shadowed Herlit..” And she was gone like a mirage.
I stood there, for what felt like ahns. My mind still trying to
absorb everything she had told me and committing it to detail;
still the good, slave of Athir who plucked knowledge from
people’s brains and brought it back to him. But instead of
bringing it to anyone, I was being greedy and keeping it. I
would, of course, share if with my Mistress. If only to
understand what I was meant to do with it. But, as I made my way
toward the Fair grounds and left the Amphitheatre behind me,
there was a shift within my breast. I felt lighter and while I
was pretty sure the shadows would always be with me, as the
Shadowed Herlit I was, I understood that I did not have to
saturate myself in them. I was a part of the shadows, but
without light, there’d be no shadows.
I hope you enjoy, my Mistress.
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Re: The Storyteller: Tale of Makatza in Whole
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:50 am
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(03/28/19 10:22 pm)
--| Nyah |--
--|House of Coultrain|--
-Merchant -
-HULNETH-
[Outdoor Fire Pit]
Stones or stumps for sitting,
a wide open dirt patch, Nyahs Home a fire pit to look out over
the Thassa
a rack to hold pots and kettles for Hot Drinks, general outdoor
enjoyments.
says to ALL:
I was seated by the fires in the quiet of the evening when my
girl came to me and rested at my feet ..she looked to my feet
and greeted and asked to speak with me...
My hand rested for the moment to her shoulder as I spoke in a
soft voice
"of course dagger"
and with that, she looked up at me..I could see in those dark
eyes excitement as she began the story she had experienced at
the fair....I listed in silence as I watched with excitement to
hear so much change in her tone
(03/28/19 10:24 pm)
--| Nyah |--
--|House of Coultrain|--
-Merchant -
-HULNETH-
[Outdoor Fire Pit]
Stones or stumps for sitting,
a wide open dirt patch, Nyahs Home a fire pit to look out over
the Thassa
a rack to hold pots and kettles for Hot Drinks, general outdoor
enjoyments.
says to ALL:
I listened as you sat with me and told me of your time in the
fair and those you would come across and those who would offer
you a lesson…
My smile grew softer as you spoke to me of the tales the woman
spoke of…
inside each word were guidance and strength
…. life was a funny thing…
every day we can move through it slowly and stiff..
not taking in what is actually happening not seeing what the day
had to tell Us.
(03/28/19 10:27 pm)
--| Nyah |--
--|House of Coultrain|--
-Merchant -
-HULNETH-
[Outdoor Fire Pit]
Stones or stumps for sitting,
a wide open dirt patch, Nyahs Home a fire pit to look out over
the Thassa
a rack to hold pots and kettles for Hot Drinks, general outdoor
enjoyments.
says to ALL:
I watched your face as you spoke and noted when your eyes were
wide open and excited in the words you spoke..
your face then softens as you smiled, it gave softness to your
tone…
a pure look…
one of gentleness and love…
something I had knows of you but had rarely seen..
you always kept that face for me to see…not others yet now it
was open for any who passed by us….
(03/28/19 10:27 pm)
--| Nyah |--
--|House of Coultrain|--
-Merchant -
-HULNETH-
[Outdoor Fire Pit]
Stones or stumps for sitting,
a wide open dirt patch, Nyahs Home a fire pit to look out over
the Thassa
a rack to hold pots and kettles for Hot Drinks, general outdoor
enjoyments.
says to ALL:
yes, a small change but a change….
(03/28/19 10:29 pm)
--| Nyah |--
--|House of Coultrain|--
-Merchant -
-HULNETH-
[Outdoor Fire Pit]
Stones or stumps for sitting,
a wide open dirt patch, Nyahs Home a fire pit to look out over
the Thassa
a rack to hold pots and kettles for Hot Drinks, general outdoor
enjoyments.
says to ALL:
your breath was slow and in time with the words that left your
lips…
I knew by all these expressions That the slave you showed me was
there on the inside watching and wanting to step free of the
pain and hurt…
(03/28/19 10:30 pm)
--| Nyah |--
--|House of Coultrain|--
-Merchant -
-HULNETH-
[Outdoor Fire Pit]
Stones or stumps for sitting,
a wide open dirt patch, Nyahs Home a fire pit to look out over
the Thassa
a rack to hold pots and kettles for Hot Drinks, general outdoor
enjoyments.
says to ALL:
My hand held yours as you spoke of the woman doing just that to
you holding your hands in hers..
you showed no sign of you pulling away just the soft grip
surrounded by your Mistresses hands..
I listened and was enchanted by the way you spoke and retold the
story to me, excited for your next lesson in the life that was
hidden to you for now
(I loved this thank you mine)
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Re: The Storyteller: Tale of Makatza in Whole
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:50 am
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Thank you my Mistress! So happy you enjoyed it. <3
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