25 October 2018
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[08:30a] 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.
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[08:34a] ¤zia¤ICF the sun was cresting the sky to draw forth the morning. zia rose turning to see Master was still sleeping soundly, squating she quietly rolled the slave mat up and tucked it against the wagons wall out of Masters way. Taking great care she slipped through the leather flap and tip toed down the ramp from wagon
[08:35a] ¤zia¤ICF the air was growing colder each morn, sliding a caressing chill over zia nudity... shivering she rubbed hands alog thighs trying to starve off the cold...
[08:38a] ¤zia¤ICF there was no help for it as zia peered into the bucket of water for washing she knew it was going to be freezing... mustering her courage she sank cupped hands into the bucket and splashed the water over face casting sleep to the winds as she suck in a break.... gasping as she was very much awake now
[08:42a] ¤zia¤ICF drying her face and hands on a cloth she tried to gain some form of order to her thick long mane. running fingers combing through the mass.... slowly zia turned and looked down the lane towards the post it was cast in the first full rays of light yet it seemed not many where up and about as if yet... with a final look about zia knew it was best to get busy before Master rose ... withdrawing from the wagons she moved off to tend the bosk first then to the post
[08:43a] ¤zia¤ICF as zia near the pens the teams of bosk began to call out their demands for food... laughing softly as she pursed soft lips and coo'd at the team owned by her Master ... she gathered the sack of dried grass and fed the team
[08:45a] ¤zia¤ICF returning the sack to hang at the hook on the pens side she collected the brush and climbed into the pen, being very much alert to where she stepped and took to brushing each bosk , the animals were her Masters prized bosk... dragging the brush over the coat of fur she free'd any blades of grass or dirt...
[08:47a] ¤zia¤ICF as she worked amoung the bosk she looked up noticing a thrall lumbered off towards the center fires within the park area. the thrall grumbled as the chains about his ankles clanked with each step..
[08:49a] ¤zia¤ICF finishing up grooming her Masters stock she climbed out, looking down at her hands as a purse etched her soft lips... on a soft sigh she knew she would need to wash up once again... the thought of that cold water was not inviting in the least as zia took to a natural saultry stride towards the wagons
[08:53a] ¤zia¤ICF returning to her Masters wagon she rewashed her hands in that freezing water... sensual flesh turned to shivers as she dried up and went to clean up her Masters stall and await the vendors opening so she could order her Masters breakfast and black wine ...
[09:02a] ¤zia¤ICF entering the stall of her Master she straight away grabbed up the broom and set off swiping the floor toned willowy arms angling the broom to swish back and forth... before long she was lost in her own thoughts as she fairly danced about the area.. long golden locks joined the dance swaying in a caress over shapely form... to and fro she worked sweeping the floor .. her mind swam with visions of the plains and the wild games and warm fires.... she missed the open air
[09:07a] ¤zia¤ICF the plains where free and wild and the scent of earth and grass. zia knew though she was were her Master deemed. Before long she had managed to sweep the stall, squating low she took the pan and swept the dust to pan. rising she dumped into the waste basket and returned the broom to wall as she left the stall to set off in search of food and drink for her Master to break his fast with.
