As I drew closer to the stream, I saw Fonce and the red haired slave he has, I took my time in nearing as I could tell something was going on, and well I didn't really want to step in the middle of it, so I took my time in drawing near as I did I thought to a conversation from a few months ago I had with him, interesting that some of the important discussions or special things always occurred for me at the stream. It had not been a heavy duty intense discussion but one that allowed me to explore a path that was often blocked to me, a glimpse of the man that at one time had a friendship with me that was open and flowing back and forth, outside of my father he is only the third to have my signature on his body, now that should make him feel special. Who knows who may get the next one only time will tell, but the fact of the matter is I have known Fonce since he arrived at the first fires, but yet I do not know him. It is common knowledge we have a rather volatile history, often our thoughts and ideas and ability to communicate clashes, crashes and burns leaving only ashes and hurt feelings. But I would like to think we have taken steps to close that chasm that has always been there between us. I know that I do not have the bond he has with Cana, that is something special and unique a man and woman do not get that bond to often and sometimes I wonder if they have ever considered looking at it as something more than what either of them see. For many turnings I have sat and watched and in truth I have always felt that Fonce and Cana belonged together but each seemed to have to take separate paths to learn things. Each are still learning things. These are thoughts I keep to myself I do not voice allowed it is something that I figure they will have to figure out on their own when the time is right. And it is not my place to interfere though over the turnings I wish I could have.
He shared a few things of his past that I asked of, I found it interesting and it also gave me more questions but I would not push to hard or fast, I didn't want the steps taken to be suddenly blown up and I would not want to lose the initial fragile strands of friendship that are being woven. I put everything he shared in my mind and kept it there. I learned a few new things and a few ideas I had were confirmed.
Drawing nearer to the stream I would bring my attention to the present as I came up along side him, I wanted to let him know that I was proud of how he did what was needed to help Cana, I do not know the details of why it was something he was resistant to, but I knew that he was very much so, but he did what was needed to help her. I knew he could do it long ago, back when he showed me how he burned his hand and the results of a wagon from his anger and other things, from the skull that I still have covered in my spex wagon his humor on that has not been forgotten, and I knew when we spoke of various things. I knew in the first glance there were things he could do that he had not yet been aware of, that he had more than he knew. I was glad to see him step thru this first obstacle and find that it did not always end up in ways that would bring pain and sorrow.
He has asked me to do something, and I will do so. I gave my word to him, and this is something that even those who do not know me well know is binding, I never promise what I do not intend to keep or cannot keep. Which is why Garyx made me promise to not to let myself die upon his death, to live my life and move forward. He knew that it would bind me from allowing my grief to take me to the shadows and in doing so leave my body behind to essentially die. Perhaps he knew something I did not, but over the past two turnings I have done just that. Well, not exactly as he meant but I do live and breathe each day. I will see if there is anything that lingers or is wrong,I can observe and sense things in a quiet way that is not always seen or known. We spoke of a few things, I wanted to make sure he was alright, and that he knew if he needed anything I would be there, Sometimes a Haruspex can not share things to those outside of the clan, sometimes because it is sacred or secret and sometimes it is because they will not understand. Th
Red was crying at his feet and he did give her attention after a certain point, he was very displeased with her I am not sure what all happened but it had to do with her bells and how she silenced them, and of how she was seeking her own wants and needs versus his. That was a mistake no slave should put their wants or needs before those of the free wether man or woman. Once you are enslaved who you were ceases to be, your name and clan or caste is gone, what you were is gone, you are no longer a free woman with the right to speak your mind or thoughts freely, everything you do is driven towards pleasing the one who owns you in the ways they want, if a free person chooses to let you speak freely of what you think and feel that is a luxury not often given. It is a new life when you are enslaved and it is one that requires you to give everything of yourself and not hold things back, and you no longer have the right to put what you want or need first, a man if he chooses can even make it that you can not find pleasure, release or anything until he demands it. A man can if he chooses chain you or bind you for days in a position that is for his desire not yours. There is much I think slaves of this tribe have forgotten, it is not about running around so heated that you are dripping with your desire on the ground, that is the fastest way to earn a cold shoulder from many free women and even with most men, what is obvious is not always wanted, if any think this then they have a lot to learn about being women. Nor is it running around looking at each warrior with the come fuck me now look that is not what being a slave means. Most of them have no idea on what it truly means to be a slave or to embrace it. There are a few that I have seen that do, and a few that are willing to learn to be more than they are. It is no secret my almost hate of slaves but it is not out of jealousy, simply because I have already learned what enslavement means and how it feels in a way that even these ones here do not know, when you are collared by an old warrior, you learn some very old fashioned lessons. But I also know what it means to be a woman, perhaps that is why I have no restrictions of things I would do or not do with a man I am mated to. But I do not speak for all women I can only speak of myself and what I observe.
Though she was trying to convey her thoughts I think her emotions were getting in the way of expressing it, and it is not always easy to get Fonce to understand what you are feeling or thinking when clear of mind. I almost reached out to help guide her but I didn't, she had to find these answers herself, However, it takes more to be a slave that a man is proud to call his, that he owns. And it takes a lot for a woman to even have some semblance of pride for a slave. It takes nothing to take one to fur her until she cant walk or she screams and begs, that does not always have meaning behind it. Although for free and slave a like with the right emotion and bond it can be mind shattering and binding. When a girl can reach out and learn all there is to learn of being a slave, then she can walk with that sensual haughty pride that she is a tuchuk slave to a tuchuk warrior and or mistress. Depending on the situation.
I listened for a while slowly she began to catch on to what it was that he wanted it was a good beginning, but I think she would have a long way to go yet before he would really make her his. If she was true to her words she will learn what it is he wants. If she is true to him then she will do everything she can to show him that she can make him happy and make him proud to own her. For her sake I hope she does. Otherwise she may be in for a very harsh eye opening lesson in reality.
I had left them at the stream to finish some work.. Eventually I would join my son and daughter at the race track to race..
And then I would race another.. with a new wager.. one I made simple... sort of.
He shared a few things of his past that I asked of, I found it interesting and it also gave me more questions but I would not push to hard or fast, I didn't want the steps taken to be suddenly blown up and I would not want to lose the initial fragile strands of friendship that are being woven. I put everything he shared in my mind and kept it there. I learned a few new things and a few ideas I had were confirmed.
Drawing nearer to the stream I would bring my attention to the present as I came up along side him, I wanted to let him know that I was proud of how he did what was needed to help Cana, I do not know the details of why it was something he was resistant to, but I knew that he was very much so, but he did what was needed to help her. I knew he could do it long ago, back when he showed me how he burned his hand and the results of a wagon from his anger and other things, from the skull that I still have covered in my spex wagon his humor on that has not been forgotten, and I knew when we spoke of various things. I knew in the first glance there were things he could do that he had not yet been aware of, that he had more than he knew. I was glad to see him step thru this first obstacle and find that it did not always end up in ways that would bring pain and sorrow.
He has asked me to do something, and I will do so. I gave my word to him, and this is something that even those who do not know me well know is binding, I never promise what I do not intend to keep or cannot keep. Which is why Garyx made me promise to not to let myself die upon his death, to live my life and move forward. He knew that it would bind me from allowing my grief to take me to the shadows and in doing so leave my body behind to essentially die. Perhaps he knew something I did not, but over the past two turnings I have done just that. Well, not exactly as he meant but I do live and breathe each day. I will see if there is anything that lingers or is wrong,I can observe and sense things in a quiet way that is not always seen or known. We spoke of a few things, I wanted to make sure he was alright, and that he knew if he needed anything I would be there, Sometimes a Haruspex can not share things to those outside of the clan, sometimes because it is sacred or secret and sometimes it is because they will not understand. Th
Red was crying at his feet and he did give her attention after a certain point, he was very displeased with her I am not sure what all happened but it had to do with her bells and how she silenced them, and of how she was seeking her own wants and needs versus his. That was a mistake no slave should put their wants or needs before those of the free wether man or woman. Once you are enslaved who you were ceases to be, your name and clan or caste is gone, what you were is gone, you are no longer a free woman with the right to speak your mind or thoughts freely, everything you do is driven towards pleasing the one who owns you in the ways they want, if a free person chooses to let you speak freely of what you think and feel that is a luxury not often given. It is a new life when you are enslaved and it is one that requires you to give everything of yourself and not hold things back, and you no longer have the right to put what you want or need first, a man if he chooses can even make it that you can not find pleasure, release or anything until he demands it. A man can if he chooses chain you or bind you for days in a position that is for his desire not yours. There is much I think slaves of this tribe have forgotten, it is not about running around so heated that you are dripping with your desire on the ground, that is the fastest way to earn a cold shoulder from many free women and even with most men, what is obvious is not always wanted, if any think this then they have a lot to learn about being women. Nor is it running around looking at each warrior with the come fuck me now look that is not what being a slave means. Most of them have no idea on what it truly means to be a slave or to embrace it. There are a few that I have seen that do, and a few that are willing to learn to be more than they are. It is no secret my almost hate of slaves but it is not out of jealousy, simply because I have already learned what enslavement means and how it feels in a way that even these ones here do not know, when you are collared by an old warrior, you learn some very old fashioned lessons. But I also know what it means to be a woman, perhaps that is why I have no restrictions of things I would do or not do with a man I am mated to. But I do not speak for all women I can only speak of myself and what I observe.
Though she was trying to convey her thoughts I think her emotions were getting in the way of expressing it, and it is not always easy to get Fonce to understand what you are feeling or thinking when clear of mind. I almost reached out to help guide her but I didn't, she had to find these answers herself, However, it takes more to be a slave that a man is proud to call his, that he owns. And it takes a lot for a woman to even have some semblance of pride for a slave. It takes nothing to take one to fur her until she cant walk or she screams and begs, that does not always have meaning behind it. Although for free and slave a like with the right emotion and bond it can be mind shattering and binding. When a girl can reach out and learn all there is to learn of being a slave, then she can walk with that sensual haughty pride that she is a tuchuk slave to a tuchuk warrior and or mistress. Depending on the situation.
I listened for a while slowly she began to catch on to what it was that he wanted it was a good beginning, but I think she would have a long way to go yet before he would really make her his. If she was true to her words she will learn what it is he wants. If she is true to him then she will do everything she can to show him that she can make him happy and make him proud to own her. For her sake I hope she does. Otherwise she may be in for a very harsh eye opening lesson in reality.
I had left them at the stream to finish some work.. Eventually I would join my son and daughter at the race track to race..
And then I would race another.. with a new wager.. one I made simple... sort of.
