~ ~the girl looks out over the room seeing in her mind a field of flowers before her, many colours are in abundance for her choosing, twirling about on tiny feet she runs about the field, feeling the blades of grass tickling her toes with each step, looking at the variety of the hues...knowing that only one may be held close to a girls heart so she must choose wisely~
~a lovely flower the colour as fresh as newly fallen snow catches the girls eyes, kneeling before this one, she plucks it from its strong stem to lay nestled carefully in the crook of her arm, as she does the silks that flow over a girls lithe form become as one with the delicate flower, so new to her eyes she watches as her sisters dance about the field in the distance, each plucking a flower to become their own~
~to her ears the low drone of the tabor is heard playing, she turns her ear to hear the deep whispering of it as a single silver buttercup seems to take an interest, softly smiling the girl reaches for it but it dissappears just as she feels the softness of the petals, a tiny tear drops onto the white lilly in her hand~
~twirling about once more her eyes watch as the white flower is taken by the breeze and floats away, turning to watch a light perfume fills the air while a delicate yellow moss rose reaches out to tickle her toes, kneeling down into the lushness of the grass she brings the flower to her lil scrunched up nose, looking to the girls left the deep green of coral bells sing a lovely melody hoping the girl will take them home~
~she feels the coral bells chimming in her heart so they are given a gift from the girl, love patience and respect, in turn the beauty of this flower gives her strength and love, it singing to her mimicing the sound of a single flute with each voice along the stem true and pure, filled with hope for the future she dances about the field, the deep green flowing onto the silken threads adorning her~
~bending down then drawing a delicate hand up her calf, she sees the flowers have fallen away...only a barren stem remains, she looks about the floor of the meadow seeing nothing left of it, the girl lays back to search the sky for the answers it holds for her, tresses of dark gold mingling amongst the rainbow which carpets the meadows floor, the girl smiles softly,...a strange quietness moving about her~
~out of the corner of her eye she sees something that takes her by surprise, the girl gasps at the sight...a pansy of deepest black with a gold face, the gold covering the heart of the flower as it does to this ones own heart in return, feeling its protection and strength offered to her along with its love, the spring breeze waivering the flower from her sight at times, always to return but never for long, one afternoon with a tiny droplet of moisture dropping onto each petal, the silence of the flower resounds through the meadow, the girl kisses the petals and places it to a loving part of her heart, slowly twirling away~
~growing close to the ground is a deep green ivy then cascading over the trellis bringing itself to the girls attentions once again, taking a sprig of it...weaving and entwining it into the long braid...feeling their closeness once more, life is joyous and the girl flourishes with contentment, but things are not as they should be, she feels strangled from the ever trailing vine, its branches growing to include more tendrils to grasp onto her, tugging and clinging to her as though shutting her off from the precious air that she breathes~
~this one tugs on the vine till it breaks free, sobbing as the pain is felt from the seperation of two that were like one in union, she drops to her knees closing the soft pools of hazel for a moment, with them opening slowly a glimmer of silver catches the girls eyes, wiping the tears she crawls toward it, taking it to a girls delicate grasp it speaks to her heart, the familiar melody plays from long ago...~
~the tiny buttercup gives to the girl its strength and understanding, as she learns to care and feel again in her life, trust that was lost before is returned to her heart, with silks that glitter of silver the girl twirls about the meadow embracing the joy of a new dawn, fingers fluttering along this nymphs luscious curves, the wind begins to howl between the leaves of a nearby kalana tree, grasping onto the flower in her hand tightly, then in a gust of wind it is pulled from her,...traveling through the air to a distant meadow~
~the girl seeks shelter from the impending storm, running to a grouping of trees the sweet scent of the kalana permiates the air, a soft shower of rain drizzles onto the meadow bringing new life forth to be enjoyed by many who would travel this way, the suns rays breaking through the clouds they show casing a rose of shimmering gold before her, the smooth glistening petals beckon her toward it~
~arms floating through the air, she falls to one knee head falling back as the silken lockes tumble down over this ones shoulders, reaching out to the golden petals of the rose she turns her head slightly to listen...a sweet melody plays not far away, wiping a tear from the girls cheek she feels the love of Home surrounding her, placing the rose to her cheek the colour of it flows to the scant silks adorning the girls form~
~the girls heart is a happy one, love and laughter are abundant from her sisters and the One of her Home, she travels along the path that winds through the meadow, twirling about on her toes her eyes explore the horizon, running toward it the girls sights fall upon a vast sea of sand, pausing for a moment she turns as if hearing something calling to her~
~to a beautiful black rose this ones eyes are cast, moving toward it gracefully she admires it charm and strength, a warmth is felt as she nears it the beating of the girls heart quickening with her kneeling at the perimeter of the rose bush, the shadow of the moons retreat for it to be viewed in its full glory,...as the rose is taken to her hand she holds it near her heart next to the one of shimmering gold~
~they meld together as one forming a union of her soul and His, the girl holds the two roses unto the heavens offering a silent prayer, as they are brought back to the gaze of her eyes, they have become one rose...a deep black rose with a heart of gold, each edge of the petals fringed in a beautiful crimson the thorns for her protection, but they never harming this girl...bringing the rose to her lips a soft kiss is left upon the petals it glistening with dew, the girl lowers her body down pressed to the soft blades of grass offering herself to Him, giving all that she has, arms craddling the rose that has become them~
~looking off into the distance she sees how she has blossomed into a bouquet of many varieties of flowers, each one graceful and pretty in its own right, but when arranged as one they becoming a beautiful gift,...in a girls heart she hears the whisper of His voice~, Don't forget, till I die, lil flower and then some.....~the dew of His kiss felt resting upon the girls cheek, setting her heart soaring high above into the Gorean sky~
~la kajira~
~*hana steps from the depths of the shadows to the middle of the field: a mist of crimson silks drape the girls form, each footstep singing her arrival the bells about the girls ankle gleam in the light of the moons: nimble fingers lightly caress along the hem of the silks: it kissing the warmth of her thigh: bringing a pointed toe slightly forward she tosses her mane of dark golden lockes back allowing them to dance along bare shoulders: outstretched fingers reaching to the heavens: her breathing steady and soft*~
~*the meadow lays silent except for the beating of this girls heart: she gazes upward feeling the ko'lar that encircles her neck softly reminding her who she is: she is a Tuchuk kajira...owned by the Master she serves with pride: gentle hands returning downward: caressing her cheek then falling along the curves of her lithe form: she twirls about her heart strong..motions carefree: allowing herself to fall to the dirt below her: grasses kiss the girls flesh*~
~*laying back she gazes up to the endless sky of her people: tresses floating about her head while noticing the scattering of stars that twinkle a welcome to her...the coolness of the eve lulls her till she drifts off to a dream: feeling herself spinning her thoughts propell her to times past: where her heart beat for One that is no more: in the dream state she hears footsteps approaching: sitting up suddenly she looks to her right to see a tall shadowy figure is moving her way*~
~*a bright gleam moves over the girls face her hands reach out to Him,..then she notices it isn't the One she dreams of: the stride...the gait...the figure of this One is not He: she wants to cry out but she cannot: her voice is lost within her: then to her left she hears another sound...frightened eyes dart to gaze to the edge of the meadow she notices there are more shadowy forms moving toward her: jumping, the girl turns about on her toes at the approaching sounds from behind*~
~*heart racing faster and faster now she turns about once again seeing the Men almost to her now, she reaches out to someOne unseen hoping for escape as the fear grips her: tearing at her soul: the unknowing she feels coursing through the girls veins as she hears them speaking amongst themselves: looking closer she notices each carrying a long tether in their hands: she looks to the One who has stopped in front of her: eyes wide with fear*~
~*the girls mouth opens but no sound comes forth: watching Him intently she sees the smile upon His face: as He reaches for her she jumps back only to feel the strong grip of another at the girls ankle: eyes dashing down she sees the Man attaching one of the thongs there: then her other ankle is grabbed she feels the firm grasp of Him: the girls heart begins to ache as she shudders feeling their hands on her*~
~*looking to Him a smile lurches on His face now: one of triumph and overwhelming pride: her mind whirls as the Men step away from her: the girl tries to strike at them but the thongs are jerked taut so she cannot: a hiss is heard coming from the kajira as she writhes beneath the power of Men: her head tosses back she looks up to the evening sky it draped with darkened clouds:..the air is silent in the wake of the meadows lone activity*~
~*a breeze begins to move across the grasses she sees them wave in the dusk that settles over the land of her people: she tries to lunge away from them: pulling at the thongs that bind her to their grip: tighter they are pulled....she reaches to brush flowing lockes that fly about the girls face away from the girls temper filled eyes: a sudden tug of the thong and her arm is jerked to the girls side once again*~
~*the girl tries to lunge first at one Man...then another: twisting herself in an attempt at escape from the prison she is bound in...long tresses fly wildy about her: the breeze picks up to a frenzy matching the girls spirit with each passing ihn:..the girls voice cries out into the darkness of the night: heart pounding hard as she is held in the Mens web of desire: she sees no reprieve in sight but she will not give up: she is Tuchuk*~
~*growling: she looks at them haughtily: each tug on one of the tethers stokes a fire which blazes deeply in the girls soul:...her arms try moving through the air but to no avail: they are yanked back the instant she tries:..each of the Men pull her toward them: she being played like an urthen puppet..she groans with anguish each yank of the thong sending her into a frenzy:...no longer fighting the Men as much her motions slow a lil as her eyes meet His gaze*~
~*the Men pull the thong they posess to spread her legs apart as the girls arms are also lifted by them: she squirms still as the one in front of her gathers up the slack in His tether bringing Him closer to this lil Tuchuk girl: the girl thrusts her body trying to gain freedom from them: again she hisses at them...eyes darting to each of the Men that hold her captive: she sees the delight on their faces: slowly she settles just enough for the Men to approach her*~
~*the Man that holds the thong attached to the girls throat takes from a pouch a length of binding fiber: He pulls her hands behind her binding them together tightly: the Men move to hold onto her...the touch of their hands sending shivers through her frame: He then draws the rope to her ankles expertly placing a binding fiber about her ankles: she cannot escape them now:..the girls heart cries out in sorrow...unknowing what is to become of her now: these Men she knows not*~
~* the Men begin to move toward her: tightening up their grip on her: the slack of the binding thongs taken into their clutches: as they reach her each of them wrap the thongs about her binding her tightly: her body arches with a wanton desire nipples hardened as she feels the need to please a Master:...the touch yearned for sends her heart soaring up to the sky*~
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~*a tear trickles down the girls cheek with the feeling of helplessness her eyes are lowered as she feels His stare to her: the girls belly burning hotter than before as each heartbeat surges through her: the Men lift her into their arms and carry her to the Camp: all along the way her mind is in a flurry of thought: why this one....where will she end up: she is scared but excited all at once: looking up she sees the central fire burning brightly its tantalizing tendrils sparkling into the air: then she sees Him*~
~*perched on a rock He awaits the Men that approach: rising to full height He speaks to the Man that bound her: after a few moments He looks to this girl: the Men placing her bound body at His feet: He leans over to her asking loudly......~ ::Are you slave girl?::.she replies.... ::yes i am Master!:: The Men cut her loose from the binding fibers she dropping to kneel at the Masters feet: lowering to His boots kissing them with the passion she is engulfed by: rising to kneel before Him once again proudly her peoples blood coursing through her veins*~
~*la kajira*~
Fatmah