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The First Day Of The Fair
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: September 22, 2023, 9:20 pm
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SETTING
Sardar Fair - The Restaurant Tent
PLAYERS
High Captain Song
poet, slave of the Vegvisir
Kitzwah- warrior of the Vegvisir
Frode
It is fair time, so of course the famous Skald of Kassau is
wandering about the fairgrounds. True, he is a bit leaner and he
has a full beard now rather than the dandy trimmed frame around
his lips he favored when last the Sardar Faire was last
convened. But there is no mistaking him when he pulls out his
cittern and favors the crowds with a song. He looks more sailor
than gleeman, however, his garments favoring the greens of a
forester or pirate rather than the pied garb of most singers.
Yet he is a Skald of the North and a man of the sea, so such
allowances can be made.
In truth, he's not spent much of this first day of the fair at
his normal work. There was a bit of trade to arrange first
regarding the last of the lumber needed for preparing his new
ship. Hopefully upon homecoming he can begin the final
preparations for launching that beast. For now, though, he is
ready to go to work, though the 36' long silver hilted rapier by
his side suggests he will be ready for trouble should the peace
of the fair be broken. For now, however, his thoughts are on
finding a drink and a meal. Songs and skullduggery will come
later. Thus he emerges into the restaurant tent, looking around
for any familiar faces.
I think for a moment I see my friend Alucard and his girl at
one table, but by the time I work my way to that space they are
gone. Well, no matter, Our tents are close to one another's
doubtless I will see them sooner rather than later. With that
cheerful thought, I have a seat and unsling my cittern from
before me, signaling that while I am a Singer I am at rest and
should not be bothered for a song at present.
poet
poet had finally arrived at the Fair, however, poet did not look
like the poet she once did. the girls Master being away for so
long, she was placed into the home collar and restricted to the
home until His return. now, in poets defense, being restricted
to an island was very harsh on the poor girl who grew up
traveling, and knowing the markets as her life. the island being
restricted to it, and changed her. her long blonde hair had
grown out more, it flowed down her small bare shoulders to her
ass covering her body front to back. her hair looked a little
wild tonight and those dark stormy blue hues were wide. her
small 5'3 body looked a little thin, but she was very healthy at
the same time. her long slender legs carried her frame on small
bare feet, and her hips having that seductive sway to them as
she moved. her arms resting at her sides, bent at the crease of
elbows and fingers spread. she kept her head dipped low in
respect to those of the Free as she moved through the crowds on
the streets. she was heading for the restaurant tent. atleast
she was trying to remember where the tent was located. being,
she had forgotten what the outside world was like, she was very
shy tonight which was nothing like her. once she had made it to
the tent she would enter it. she only lifted those dark stormy
blue hues to glance around with a blink. she then moved quickly
for a slave mat.
once she had made it to a slave mat she would lower herself down
to it. her long slender legs folding neatly under her small 5'3
frame. her feet would turn inward with toes barely touching. her
thighs remained tightly closed as she rested her hands palms
down fingers spread on them. her back arching upward pushing
those ample breasts out. she dipped her head low in respect
still as she closed her eyes for a moment. she felt her heart
racing in her chest, she was very nervous being out in the open,
something that she had not been able to be in a very long time.
"Greetings to Jarls/Masters, Mistresses, and any slaves that may
be around" she spoke out softly, almost in a shakey whisper.
Frode
I happen to be glancing around the tent looking for a serving
girl when I see the slender blonde girl walk in. It takes me a
moment to place her face, though there's a savage aspect to her
I immediately find appealing. And then comprehension dawns. And
for a second, my jaw may drop. When last I saw that girl she
was... well... a bit better fed. A bit better kept. Not that she
looks bad, but... there is little of the inherent joy I saw in
the girl when she was freshly collared and finding her place
after having been a Caste mate. I wave in her direction to get
her attention, but with her eyes lowered she doesn't seem to
notice me. To that end, I get up and approach her mat, coming to
stand above her as I reach down to take her chin and lift her
gaze to mind.
"Poet? Is that you?"
poet
There was a lot of sounds that she did not recognize, like she
used to. It had taken her a moment to realize You were standing
over her until she noticed Your boots. Those dark sharp stormy
blue hues narrowed when she felt You taking her chin and lifting
it so her face gazed upon Yours. The girl then lowered her eyes
once more trying to look away, or atleast down again.-Greetings
Jarl...-she blinked, finding her voice a little bit more. It
took her a moment before she realized who You were-yes Jarl, it
is poet. -she spoke softly once more-
Frode
I nod and release your chin after you look away. That's a
change. That's a big change. Sadly, I recognize the signs. Many
a spirited girl gets tamed from too little food and regular
beatings. I see no obvious bruises on your body, but it has been
some time since I saw this girl. I remember her as a spirited
Singer. And she was a spirited slave. There was a cheekiness to
her I found endearing and I had asked her Master about buying
her, but he would not sell such was his fondness for the girl. I
could understand that.
And thinking of that pirate, I look to her collar... and see
that it is different, but the markings are ones I know well.
I say nothing, at an uncharacteristic loss for words. Finally, I
find my voice and I smile. "Could you fetch me a drink and a
meal? It's been too long since I've enjoyed your service....."
poet
yes Jarl -the girls face lit up finally, and her eyes finally
caught a sparkle in them. she always did enjoy being in service.
she pushed herself back onto her small bare feet and stood to
her full highet. the girl smiled brightly as she took three
steps back and then off to the vendors she would go to gather
the Jarls food and drink...she would move towards the back she
would grab her extremely long blonde hair and pull it back,
running her fingers through it braiding her hair before putting
it up into a tight bun on her head. the girl was very careful
when weaving through the crowds until she found the vendor
selling the dark ale, she remembered the Jarl enjoyed that
drink. she would move up to the vendor and waited her turn in
line. she would stand on her tippy toes peeking up over the
vending booth. this would make the vendor laugh being she was
short. she smiled up at the vendor and asked for a mug, she
pointed to one of the nicer mugs. He would give her the mug and
she smiled. "thank You Jarl" she spoke softly as she then took
the mug and ran her fingers along the rim of the mug checking
for anything broken, chipped, missing, dangerous. she would then
dip her fingers along the inside checking for the same things
before running hers along the outside, bottom, and handle of the
mug. once she was satisified it was safe for the Jarls hands to
hold and touch, His lips to drink from she asked for the
cleaning rag. Once she was given it, she would clean the mug
inside and out before handing the mug back. "Dark Ale please
Jarl" she asked for it and the Vendor would smile down to her.
He took the mug filling it before handing it back to her. she
thanked Him before she took it and told Him who it was for for a
tab.
the girl was very careful as she took the mug and took three
steps back. she was very careful when turning to not bump into
anyone. she would then head down the street further to get the
Jarl His meal. she found the vendor with the bosk meat and her
eyes lit up. something she was very fimilar with. the girl moved
to get in line and waited her turn. once she was up she would
ask for a plate full of bosk meat. she told the vendor who it
was for as He had given her a tray with the plate, fork, knife,
on a napkin. He would set it down on the booth as she stood on
her tippy toes and placed the mug onto the tray. she then
reached up grabbing the tray very carefully. she smiled
brightly. she would weave through the crowds very careful once
more being respectful as she was taught to be. she would move
back into the tent and moved back to the Jarls booted feet.
the girl melted back down to her small bare kneels before Your
booted feet. her long slender legs folding neatly under her
small 5'3 frame. her small bare feet turning inward with toes
barely touching. her thighs remained tightly closed as she then
pushed her upper half upward arching her back completely up. she
dipped her head low as she then lifted the tray up high above
her head in offering to You. "Jarl, Your dark ale and bosk meat
as requested, she hopes it was satisify You" she spoke softly as
she stayed in her kneel not once moving until given permission
to do so.
Frode
My booted feet, by that point, are back under the table where I
had sat down originally. But I am easily found, with my citterns
slung on my table and my famous face. I offer the girl a smile
as I see her and wave my hand, unmindful of the dignity of my
office as a High Captain. I do turn to the side so she can kneel
properly at my feet., sitting at the edge of the table on a
bench facing out into the aisle. The plate full of bosk meat and
potatoes looks like a hearty Northman's meal. Just what I wished
and chosen without having to ask.
I take the tray and put it on the table, nodding approval Once
my hands are free, however, I reach down and stroke the girl's
chin, though I make no attempt to raise it or meet her gaze
again. Merely a tender touch that is apparently needed.
"Well done, poet. Thank you. Keep me company while I eat?"
poet
poet relaxed back into her kneel pressing her shapely ass
against the heels of her bare feet. she smiled softly as she
tilted her head enjoying Your touch to her chin. she stayed
still not daring to move again. "Yes Jarl" she spoke softly as
she finally lifted her head looking up at You now.-Jarl? -she
spoke softly- How are You and Mistress? -she would ask
suddenly.-
Frode
I look down to her as I sip from the alejack. I hmm pleased at
the full, rich taste of the dark brew and admire her pose as she
shifts her pose a bit, looking as prim and proper as a naked
slave can with her thighs pressed together. "We are well enough.
I am in the middle of getting a second ship outfitted. Hopefully
we'll have the last of the lumber after this trip." My Mate is
around somewhere, tending to her own business and contacts. "It
is kind of you to ask," I add. "And what of you and your Master?
How is Kalamar?"
poet
And there it was, the question of her Master whom she had not
seen in quite awhile now. "i do not know.." she spoke softly
unsure of how to answer that question. she answered honestly and
shrugged her shoulders a bit. she then lifted her head to show
the home collar around her neck for the time being, until Kalmar
was able to return. she looked a little devastated. she then
shook her head and her face lightend again as she spoke softly.
strands of her long blonde hair fallen out of the braided bun by
now covering her small face abit.
Frode
I had already seen her collar, but her answer gives me the
answer as to it's meaning indirectly. That is worrying. I had
always liked the other pirate and had pondered offering him a
place in my fleet. There is little else that can be said to that
and I sense no deception in your lack of an answer. Still, I
keep my face a mask as I ponder this may explain your thinness
and your attitude. You were happy in your slavery and I
suspected your Master was no small part of that. The symptoms I
see in you now.... aye, those are of a woman who has lost her
love and knows not where the one she wishes to be with is. Small
wonder you look thinner and less well kept. Well, I may not be
able to do much to comfort you, (which is the duty of all
Singers, after all) but I can at least see to one problem.
"Are you hungry, poet? It appears I have a bit more bosk than I
can manage....."
poet
Thank You Jarl, that is very kind of You to ask..-she spoken as
she pushed her back up a little bit more. she tilted her head
abit as she then shook her head.=No thank You Jarl. -she said
softly as she offered another little smile. she had eatten
before she left the home to come to the fair. she was happy she
was allowed to come, to have outside contact even if it were for
a little bit. she rested her hands palms down fingers spread on
her creamy thighs as she looked up at You once more. she would
reach up and brush the strands of her hair from her face back
behind her ear now.-
Frode
I smile down at you as you fix your hair, still a beauty even if
a bit bedraggled, as I take up the knife and fork and begin
enjoying my meal. "I have thought of you, you know." I say
between bites. "And of the dance you promised to perform."
Kitzwahi
After sitting down at the table, I noticed the pretty creature
of my home that I've been getting to know. I saw you were in
service to another so I'd not distract you, as that would be
disrespectful, so I'd give a simple nod of my head to indicate a
friendly hello, then return to my business.
poet
That Jarl is very kind of You..it is nice to know i have not
been forgotten -the girls face brightend up as she watched the
Jarl enjoying His meal. she dared to not draw her attention to
A/anyone else within the tent. she was in Your presence, another
thing she had learned, and learned the hard way.- she has missed
You Jarl, she has missed everyone that she can remember which is
far and few in between. -she openly admitted as she smiled
brightly- on the upside, i learned about my new home and lessons
on panthers -she said wide eyed abit-
Frode
I chuckle a bit at that, having had more than a few encounters
with the Panthers myself. "Oh, aye? Is that why your hair is so
long now? You've been roaming among the Forest girls? Or perhaps
think to become one of the dryad or nymphs tis said haunt the
Northern forests?" I wink. "You are pretty enough."
poet (to Kitzwahi)
poet saw You out of the corner of her eye. she was very very
fond of You. You have taken time to spend with her, and she
really enjoyed every minute of it. a smile tugged at the corner
of her lips until it formed and lit her face. though she was in
the presence of the current Jarl. she knew better then to break
her attention, it would be rude of her and could cause her a
punishment she does not wish to feel. You were her favorite Jarl
of all the Jarls of the home You and her are from. she would
give a small wink to let You know, she acknowledged Your
presence.-
Frode
I follow your gaze and see the man of your home. One can never
know how some Men will be about a publically owned slave of
their Home tending to another while they wait. Some feel the Men
of the slave's home should take precedent. Others believe in
first come, first served. In either case, I would not see you
punished and as much as I enjoy our conversation, I have my meal
and my drink and am content for the moment. "You can go tend to
the other Man if you must. The fair is still young and I am sure
we will cross paths again. " I then smile. "And perhaps I might
put you to work as my dancer, at last?"
poet (to Frode)
i mean...i was thinking about it -she said jokingly as she then
rubbed her chin abit. or was she joking, it was hard telling
when it came to poet. she then let out a chuckle shaking her
head abit- she discovered they like shinies, and shells -she
nodded her head abit.-the forest is a dark scary place to be
honest..but i like it, i like traveling around in the forest
from time to time..atleast, on the island around the village. i
dont travel far from it though Jarl -she said nodding-
Frode
I nod at the wisdom of that even as I chuckle at the thought of
her trying to traipse through the forest as a Panther or a
nymph. I offer a nod to the warrior I saw watching you and reach
down to stroke the slave's jaw again. "Well, you have served me
well, but I think yon warrior is thirsty and in need of your
company more than I am. But I hope to see you again soon, my
saga-singer." A wink as I take my mug and offer it to you in
salute.
poet
poet smiled softly as she felt Your fingers stroking her chin
again. she then spoke in a soft whisper-this girl is always
honored in serving You Jarl. she is happy to be able to see and
keep You company as well Jarl and hopes to see You again. Please
be safe be well Jarl until next time -she spoke softly, and with
that she rose to her small bare feet..she took three steps back
turned around and moved to the Jarl of her home now.-
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