25 October 2018
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[06:21a] Topic is: The Trading Post is a Gorean Market on the Vosk River, where you can get anything. Come in and either learn Gor and or roleplay Gor. Simply use your imagination.
[07:21a] Please wait and observe the room, before entering, and join into the roleplay. This is a Sanctioned Zone, Actions = Consequence. If You don't know please ask! A properly role played entrance will get you recognized. This is Gorean rp, if you are new to Gor, or are unsure please ask!
[07:33a] banaThiery in an ihn she was awake, rolling onto her back she stared up at the tent ceiling, smiling at the rhythmic sound of her Master’s sleep, how she wanted to simply snuggle deep beneath the covers and sleep the day away, alas that was not to be today! It had been late when her Master had returned, she vaguely recalled singing, stifling a giggle she could envision her Master and Master Bashir sharing memories from younger years, painstakingly she eased from the furs lest she disturb her Master
[07:35a] banaThiery trying desperately not to make any sound, her body freezing in motion when her Master stirred rolling over, closing her eyes she prayed quietly that she had not woke him, releasing a breath of relief when he returned to softly snoring, knelt at the tent opening, reaching upwards with both hands, nimble fingers worked free the knots which held the flaps closed, flinging open the left side she peered out into the morning
[07:38a] banaThiery from a distance the Trading Post was void of any movement, engulfed in sleep the silence was deafening, crawling from the tent, she rose swiftly, a slender shadow moving silently about the encampment she hurried towards the soft glow of a dying campfire, the last remnants of fire merely a pile of white ash highlighted with veins of orange, a sign that some life remained, groaning softly she sank to her knees
[07:40a] banaThiery leaning forward on all fours, drawing in a long breath, lips forming a perfect O she blew gently across the embers, then waited before repeating her actions, at first it seemed her efforts brought nothing but a rising swirl of ash, persistent she continued finally seeing a spark of life, she pushed back on heels, hurriedly she rose to stand she moved to a nearby stack of wood
[07:42a] banaThiery gathering a few pieces of splintered kindling she returned to kneel near the growing glow, starting first with mere twigs she fed the tiny pile, at times lending breath in hopes of turning ashes to flames, when the first flame flickered then grew she eased back against heels, breath held she watched curiously before adding larger sticks forming what resembled a mini pyre
[07:43a] banaThiery when other flames joined in dance she acknowledge the rebirth of the smoldering fire by standing and walking to the woodpile, bending forward she lifted several good size pieces of wood, retreating to the slow burning fire she eased first one then the second piece of wood onto the flames, dropping the last piece nearby
[07:45a] banaThiery moving back to evade the spray of sparks that erupted, morning filled with the sound of crackling, kneeling once more she watched the hypnotic dance of the flames, the warm glow of the fire slowly engulfing the campsite, she continued to nurture the fire, using the last piece of wood to stir the last sleeping embers encouraging them to feast upon the wood, her thoughts wondered to a time and a different kind of nurturing
[07:47a] banaThiery it was just a tiny blossom, struggling to live, a sign of hope and a different tomorrow, she had tried all she could, but like a consuming hate the weeds had invaded, no matter how much she tended the tiny flower it began to wither until at last there was nothing left, no semblance of color or life, just an empty twisted shell of what could have been, with a quiet sigh she shook her head as if to dispel her feeling of defeat, she had held such hopes
[07:50a] banaThiery lifting her hand she began to comb through dark mane, fingers tugging free the tangles rolling about caused, lush lips curled in a secretive smile, the distance sounds of movement interrupted her delicious daydream startling her back into reality, glancing towards the Trading post in the early morning light she could barely see the outline of a wagon making its way into the Post, no doubt a new Vendor!!
[07:52a] banaThiery she briefly pondered what goods the new Merchant might offer, fiddling with a curl she smiled thinking on beautiful silks of various colors, logs shifting the fire snapped as if in warning, lookup to the sky she saw the first signs of morning peeking through the clouds, jumping to her feet she tossed another quartered piece of wood to the flames, whispering under her breath….”blackwine!!” ….. she needed to prepare her Master’s breakfast!!!!
