The Ongoing Journey - defoxCern
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Labor of Love
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Loving the Male, Cernus, so happy to be with Him again, even as a slave; i wanted to give Him a gift
fit for an Ubar, but what could a now-slave-girl with no coin or anything to trade, give to such a wealthy Man of Ar?
All i had left was determination and creativity, and a lifetime of Panthergirl skills. Hand
crafted from "scratch, the real gift was in the time of the creation and documentation, not something that just magically
appeared.
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[22/05/2007 22:35:26] standing my ground, golden hair whipping about slender shoulders as
i watch the Savage warrior approach on His black kaiila, not giving Him the satisfaction of fearfully stepping out of the
way, my normally smiling friendly face a necessary mask now, any sign of weakness or fear might result in my never returning
to my beloved Master, for whom i was doing this. Pulling the beast just short of running me down, my sharp emerald eyes catch
Him trying
[22/05/2007 23:00:03] His best to suppress a slight smile, not quite
succeeding, but it is enough for me to see that although i stand before Him now as a slave, i hadn't realized until now how
much i'd been nervous about meeting Him in the forest on these terms, but it is a relief to see that for this final time,
He will respect the agreement made in what was another lifetime ago.
[22/05/2007 23:34:20] i ignore meeting His chocolate brown eyes as He gives me an openly
appraising look He never would dared before,but with a flourish He reaches down with stongly muscled bronze arm, unsheathing
and brandishing that knife with the familiar hilt i know His Grandfather once gifted Him, slipping it under some strong binding,
cutting it, and now i see a huge hairy black corpse tumbling awkwardly to the ground with a sickening thud,
[22/05/2007 23:55:45] broad, triangle-shaped head twisted at an impossible
angle, despite trying to be tacturn, i can't help but be impressed, the black larl is easily 8 ft at the shoulder and by the
look of the still dripping blood and lolling tongue, so freshly killed that i wonder how close to me he had been. Looking
up, i see that He has read my thoughts, He finally allows Himself a small smile, saying softly,
[22/05/2007 23:55:56] "not far from here at all"
[23/05/2007 00:05:29] suddenly wanting Him gone, feeling uncomfortable
in His precense now, unable to be curt and haughtily dismissive as i once was, yet wanting to begin the familiar and comforting
busy work of the huge task at hand, but also not able to begin cutting open the huge beast as long as the kaiila stood so
near, knowing the smell of blood and offal would cause the kaiila to become crazed. i had to move fast, as the blood, digestive
juices, and organs were now all rapidly deteriorating inside.
[23/05/2007 00:13:33] again as if sensing my concern, i hear Him chuckle,
then the sound of a small thud behind me. It is a knife.
[23/05/2007 00:20:11] "i'd love to sit around and watch you skin out the beast with that
sorry thing, i'm sure it would quite entertaining; but Kromm would not leave anything left for you, and i want to count this
as a debt paid in full; so i'll leave you now to your task and wish you well
[23/05/2007 00:32:55] silently i reach down and pick up the knife, turning
my back on Him as He pulled back on the kaiila's harness, forcing him to turn, i heard the creature's long loping strides
become fainter, and finally, unable to resist, turned around to catch what was perhaps my final glimpse of One that had once
counted me friend. Curiously, as He disappeared from sight, any sense of His loss also faded, and my thoughts turned to my
Master, and of getting
[23/05/2007 00:37:13] a perfect pelt off of this, probably the last Larl
i would ever skin. Pocketing His knife as reserve, i pulled out the one taken from the Home, and with a quick but thorough
look around the glade, making sure i was really alone, i now lost no further time in beginning.
[23/05/2007 00:50:02] With several hard tugs, i slowly roll the carcass
over on its back with the rump lower than the shoulders and spread his hind legs. Brushing and clearing away all dirt and
debris from along his belly, i dig the knife in sharply, pushing hard enough to make a cut along the centerline of the belly
from breastbone to base of the tail, on this first pass only cutting deep enough to cut the hide.Working for a moment to seperate
the hide from the insides
[23/05/2007 00:59:20] i then made a second pass, cutting along the exact
same line, but this time with even more strength to cut through the muscle, moving more slowly as i seperate the muscle as
i go, careful not to cut into the paunch and intestines
[23/05/2007 01:48:54] careful not to cut into the paunch and intestines by holding them
away from my knife with my left free hand while guiding the knife with my right, making sure the cut passes through the sternum,
extending up the neck to the chin to allow removal of as much of the windpipe as possible, knowing that the windpipe sours
rapidly. Not knowing for sure yet if i would cook or smoke the meat, but wanting to reduce my chances as the windpipe is a
leading cause of tainted meat. Larl's don't have much body fat, but as i work, i collect all that i can, i will use that and
the brain for the tanning process.
[23/05/2007 02:09:04] slowly i pull and rip the muscles further apart,
reaching in the rapidly cooling corpse to pull out the intestines, stomach, and other centrally located offal. wrinkling my
nose more at the sight then the smell, which luckily still smells of fresh kill, meaning i'd gotten to it in time, it
hadn't started going bad yet. Finally, i remove the scent glands, careful not to cut them and risk tainting the meat that
way
[23/05/2007 02:28:36] Knowing that i needed to skin the larl quickly
now because the skin is easier to remove when the animal is fresh and damage to the pelt is less likely.
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[23/05/2007 04:09:18] having
decided not to leave the claws
attached, already thinking of a nicer way to use those, i cut from the heel of each hind
foot to the anus and around the anus. Then i make a cut from the anus straight down the tail about 4 inches, starting to peel
the pelt down the hind legs by pulling the pelt and by cutting any connective tissue where necessary. After the pelt is removed
from the hind legs, i tie a looping knot around the back feet
[23/05/2007 04:22:29] securing them tightly, then throw the rope over
a medium height tree branch, and slowly, hand over hand, taking care not to chafe delicate hands, slender arm muscles straining,
i slowly but surely hoisting the carcass by its hind feet to a comfortable height for me to continue.
[23/05/2007 04:37:42] Carefully, but firmly, i peel the pelt off the
carcass around the anus, cutting off the larl's reproductive organs as close to the pelt as possible. Then, tugging gently
i peel the pelt from around the base of the tail exposing a couple of inches of the tail bone. Holding the tail bone down
with my right hand and the base of the tail with my left, i attempt to pull the tail bone out of the tail by holding the skin
around it at a taut 35 degree angle
[23/05/2007 04:50:06] tugging at the bone. Once the tail bone is pulled, i am able to
extend the cut on the tail straight to the tip. Working hard, i've now pulled down the pelt of the carcass as far as it will
go, exposing the forelegs. Finishing with those i further expose the forelegs by cutting the connective tissue, wrapping fingers
from both of my hands around the beast's foreleg, supporting it, while pushing the pelt down, i keep pushing until the beast's
[23/05/2007 05:04:10] until the beast's forefoot passes through the pelt and the pelt is
free. Moving on to the second foreleg, i repeat the process. Since Larls have small necks and big heads,and not wanting to
tear the thinner skin, i must spend some extra time applying pressure to pull the pelt down over the head, Nearly finished,
i cut the ears off next to the skull, and skin carefully around the eyes, nose and lips, until the pelt comes free. One last
unpleasant task: i pry the brain from the skull, to melt down with the fat for the tanning process With a thick sucking sound,
it finally comes free.
[23/05/2007 05:41:02] now that the pelt has been removed from the carcass,
i know i need to flesh it, to scrape the fat off the skin, but first i drag the damp pelt over to the stream and wash the
hide until all parasites, dirt burrs, blood, and loose membranes and fats have been cleaned from the skin. Nearly doubled
in weight i carry the large waterlogged pelt to the tanning rack, stretching it out to dry and in preparation to scrape it,
removing all final bits of membranes and fats.
[23/05/2007 07:13:02] taking a few minutes to gather up small brush and
twigs, good for getting a fire started, as well as smaller and larger branches,
dropping them at the cold firepit, then padding over to the seving shed, supplies nearly run out since no one is around to
replace them, sharp green eyes opening scanning drawers and shelves, looking for . . . then smiling as i finally find flint
and a tinder box, grabbing an old ruined rep cloth, taking it back outside
[24/05/2007 21:17:28] i focus my attention on the larl carcass. Before,
i would have simply cut all the meat thin, except for a few choice steaks, and dried and smoked them on the racks; But now
that i am living in a fancy city Home, and that my Master would truly enjoy thick juicy meat, i realize i must tackle this
project slightly differently. Stepping over to the neglected serving
[24/05/2007 22:14:06] sadly making a mental note to myself to clean up the fallen leaves,
branches, and other debris that has settled in my absense, i enter the hut. Seeing the triangle shaped "drag" poles used for
hauling heavy objects, i smile, perfect, taking it. Looking under a supply shelf i find the wooden bucket, i can't help but
smile as i see the familiar patched hole, trying not to get that endlessly looping song, "There's a hole in the bucket . .
. " started in my head. Grabbing a few clean rep cloths, i leave the hut, that stupid song insisting
[24/05/2007 22:53:10] on springing to my lip anyway, and enjoying the huge blue sky above
me, the beautiful trees surrounding me, hearing the bird call, truly enjoying my work, a labor of love, stepping over to the
stream, as always scanning the glade, the road, and the treeline along the stream, satisfied that there are no suspicious
movements, that all is at it should be; only then do i crouch down, dipping the bucket into the fast-running cold water, filling
it,
[24/05/2007 23:25:53] i hurry over to split belly cavity in of the larl,
aiming carefully, then tossing the chilled water into the cavity, washing down and cleaning any final traces of blood and
ick, cooling the meat. Back to the stream i go, filling the bucket again, repeating the task several times until the water
both inside and out runs clear, noting with satisfaction that the blood seems to have finished dripping from all the small
cut veins and arteries.
[25/05/2007 00:08:54] Taking the clean, dry rep cloths i lean into the
body cavity, patting it thoroughly dry, then patting down the outside. Nearly done with all i can do for this long day, knowing
i must now move quickly to move the meat to age for 5-7 days in the cave tunnels, knowing that during those days the enzymes
break down the muscle tissues and the end result will be tender meat, then
ready for butchering.
[25/05/2007 00:27:39] normally i would have cut up the meat for drying
now, and i find myself thinking. Master Jules gave me a beautiful clasp for the cape, but i will want some nice silky fabric
to line the inside, i know i would not be able to even trade Master Jule's clasp for that, as no one would believe it wasn't
stolen - where else would a slave come upon such a thing? But perhaps i might be able to trade the meat, or claws, i don't
have a clue as to the value
[25/05/2007 00:31:21] of things, or if a Free will trade with me, i do not want Them checking
the story with my beloved Master and ruining the surprise, perhaps i might be able to find a
[25/05/2007 02:06:00] a nice, never used or hardly used cloak from which
to seperate the lining. If none of these options work out, i wonder if i might be able to find a way to get hurt fleece and
make it a warm winter cloak instead - but my heart is set on the satin lining
[25/05/2007 02:32:43] i ponder over many opitons and varieties of options
as i untie the rope from around the tree trunk that holds the carcass suspended, careful not to let it touch the ground, taking
a deep breath i manuever the carcass onto the drag, firmly binding the slippery body to the poles, i begin to drag the carcass
tied to the tringle, as one pole is on each hip, i begin to pull bending nearly double, stepping determinedly
[25/05/2007 03:12:39] forward to the cave. It is a very difficult journey,
however short, my arms hurting from the strain and the weight of the carcass. Step-by-step i move toward the camp, and to
the small tunneled cave, fighting the urge to simply drop the larl and lay on the ground. Ducking further to enter the narrow
cave entry i pass by the living quarters, past the bend contianing unused slave cages, onward, really feeling the strain now
trying not to stumble as
[25/05/2007 03:32:00] i travel down the steep incline into the heart of Gor, feeling
the air around me becoming quite cold, and still i continue down, finally reaching the alcove where meats were stored, noting
to myself that the storage bins have been emptied - probably by animals grown bold by not human threat. Unable to bear even
another moment, i grab a hanging hook and finally cutting the large carcass free, turn to jam the hook into the crevice, then
reaching
[25/05/2007 03:45:56] for the chain, pull, trying not to let the chain
yank roughly and suddenly through slippery fingers, slowly the carcass is lifted and suspended again, gratefully i secure
the line. Stiffly i ease upright little by little. It will be safe to let the meat age here for a few days, to ensure it is
not tough. But unable to resist some small sense of reward for everything today, wanting to bring back some small trophy,
i take one of the slave's knives
[25/05/2007 03:50:00] and cut into the rump area and upper hindquarters
where the choicest meat was, cutting six thick soon-to-be steaks to bring back to the Home with me, to stick in the cold room
as a surprise one day.
[25/05/2007 04:00:31] holding the steak cuts carefully, i hurry now back
up the steep incline of the cave path, passing the alcove with cages, and my old living quarters, then back out again in the
bright sunlight, warming my skin from the chill of the lower cave, i cross over once again to the serving hut to wrap the
meat until i leave shortly, but first, i owe myself a bath in the stream, to get off all the blood, grime, accumulated dirt
and slime.
[25/05/2007 04:15:55] Looking through the familiar container, i smile seeing a handfull of
soap flakes, taking them with me to the creek's edge -- thinking with remorse about the heated baths at Home, trying to remember
how long has it been since i've bathed in this cold stream. Once again, i look around the glade, left and right on the Merchant's
road, and most carefully along the treeline, then feeling the warm breeze on my skin, i step first one then the other foot
[25/05/2007 15:09:17] arching my small delicate foot, calf
muscles flexing, as i suberge it first my right foot, then left into the warmer shallow water. A final glance to make
sure i'm alone, the fulll curve of blue sky above me, i wade out further into the water, feeling the rush and push of the
water against my calfs, drops of water gurgling and spashing up onto toned thighs that flex against the water's relentless
flow, large vulo-bumps erupting on my silky flesh
[25/05/2007 15:22:12] with a flash of white feral smile between parting
full lips, i turn facing the current, holding my breath as i feel it's power, then drop to a crouch, submerging myself in
the very flow of Gor itself, a part of nature, the quiet roar of the stream louder underwater, golden hair now the color of
the rich ground beneath me, for this very brief moment, i am Gor, body rooted to it's soil, pure water purging through every
part of my lithe body,
[25/05/2007 15:28:42] warm sun glistening off of my slippery shiny back,
endless blue sky above me. Leaning back towards my back, arm muscles flexing as the hold me against the current, i arch my
back, spreading my slender legs wide,feeling the current bring ticklish, licking pleasure within my heated lips, full breasts
emerging from the water, hardened pink nipples first, just the bottom part of my belly showing, glistening in the sun.
[25/05/2007 15:35:02] Reluctantly i sit, then crouch, finding my footing
again, leaning forward for balance i stand, enjoying the now cool, refreshing wind licking my skin, i step over to the side
for the soapflakes, stroking and rubbing them slowly allowing them to melt and make bubbling lather, running my long delicate
fingers along my breasts, playing with my nipples, pinching them softly, running my soapy hands up and down curved legs and
round tight ass,
[25/05/2007 15:47:52] taking my slippery right hand and rubbing it against
already swollen clit, then trailing it back to my tight ass hole, thinking wickedly hot thoughts about my Master, splashing
out to the middle i again lean back into the water, spreading my thighs, feeling the strong stroking of the water brushing
across my enlarged clit, unable to resist, my right hand trails down the round sides of my breasts, taut belly and down, inside
swollen lips, touching, hoping my Master will use me soon.
[25/05/2007 15:53:44] sultry emerald eyes open, a sudden realization
of the time. Lazily, i stand, wading back to the shore, then up to the service hut to get the six steak cuts, the water drying
quickly on my now fragrant, satin-smooth skin, emerging outdoors again, i glance up into the tree, knowing the skin will be
safe and dried by tomorrow, knowing all the offal on the ground - stomach, intestines, windpipe and the like, will also be
gone by tomorrow.
[25/05/2007 16:36:46] One eye on the sinking sun, clasping the packet of meat next to me,
a final glance back at the glade to make sure it all looks like an innocent glade, no evidence of the traps and snares hidden
throughout or the camp beyond the trees, i turn my back to it and quickly head back towards the Home, smiling as i look forward
to seeing my Master and renee again, looking forward to petting and grooming little snowstorm, already growing within
just a week
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Making dakota's Necklace and Anklet for his Red Silk Gift
[22:14] *defoxCern Looking around, tilting my elfin chin upwards to the dark dome of sky, inhaling
the fresh woodsy air, enjoying the soothing songs of the night, stepping across the overgrowth past the saggy roofed shack,
pausing outside the entrance of the small cave, listening intently for any sound of rustling, stirring, or hint that the cave
may be occupied *
[22:51] *defoxCern Glancing over to my right, reaching for a slim, long stick, grasping it
to lift and rattle loudly along the inner throat of the cave, then listening. still hearing nothing*
[22:51] *defoxCern Muttering softly to myself, "Ready or not, here i come"
[22:54] *defoxCern Leaning forward to crawl the narrow entry, fumbling along the entry wall
to my left, a soft sigh of relief as my fingers close around a glass container half full of flints and tinder, my unseeing
eyes wide and straining in the dark - guided by feel only as i open the container, eager to start a fire, imagining all sorts
of multi-legged creatures stalking closer to me, half afraid when the light flares i'll see some gruesome dead skeletal or
not quite skeletal thing before me*
[23:02] *defoxCern Blindly my fingertips trace the flint, grasping tightly as i strike it against
the rock with my rt hand, the delicate tinder in my left hand holding it to the faint but promising sparks with each expert
strike*
[23:02] defoxCern: C'mon, c'mon ....
[23:03] *defoxCern Remembering vaguely how easy it was to fall into the habit of talking to
oneself*
[23:07] *defoxCern The small bit of delicate fluff capturing a spark, holding it, smoking,
suddenly it catches and flares, quickly holding up the tuft, the light causing emerald gems to sparkle yet squint with brief
pain inn the sudden flare of brief light, seeing the torches still in the corner, having hoped they'd still be there but sure
wasn't going to be reaching and fumbling around, sticking my hand somewhere without light*
[23:13] *defoxCern Quickly holding the nearly consumed tuft to the torch head, at first silently,
then once more my voice speaks outloud in the quiet cave*
[23:14] *defoxCern Crooning softly, begging*
[23:14] defoxCern: Come on baby, come on
[23:16] *defoxCern More smoke, then a crackle, and suddenly the torch end is blooming in large
licking orange and yellow flame, turning my head away as i set the torch in it's place, allowing my eyes to adjust to the
bright light and shadows*
[23:20] *defoxCern Peering around curiously now, my old familiar items visible now, a soft
smile as i reach over, fingers lightly running across my "things"*
[23:26] *defoxCern Feeling safer now, warmer with the dancing flame licking at the torch, the
hardened dirt beneath me, the strength of the rock surrounding me, now my eyes scan looking for the main reason i've come*
[23:36] *defoxCern Reaching over to the small crudely carved temwood box, lifting open the
lid, inhaling the rich tangy smell of the wood, looking in to see the larl claws and sleen teeth nestling in the
soft fur, the teeth slightly yellowed, but that can be fixed, my fingers running along the cruel curved claws imagining
the power and brute strength once held within.*
[23:45] *defoxCern Selecting two evenly sized larl claws, holding them up, one in each hand,
forming a broken "U", as i begin planning the gift for dakota; already mentally figuring where the hole needs to be carved
in each so they will face each other*
[23:47] *defoxCern Still trying to figure if they should be used in a bracelet, anklet, or
as a necklace, well, if i can't decide, maybe a combination. imagining how they will look mixed with a few other treasures
i've accumulated*
[23:59] *defoxCern Leaning forward now, slowly and nostalgically going through other small
personal but valuable-to-me items, remembering where each was collected or given .... the small Asperiche shells with the
bright purple/blue/green swirls, the round blue stones with black and green veins traded from the Savages in the Barrens,
shiny gold nuggets from the Red Hunters.
[17:55] *defoxCern Peering through the flickering firelight, various waterproof boxes, jars
of glass, handmade covered clay pots and handwoven baskets, unscrewing and lifting lids, rummaging around trying to find the
one simple tool i need most right now .... a small awl*
[18:12] *defoxCern Tipping a dried clay jar towards the dancing torch, shaking it up, a smile
lights my face seeing the small thin instrument, reaching in and pulling it out, holding it up to examine it critically, making
sure it still has a sharp point, of course, like a wet paint sign, the only way to tell is to press a small thumb against
it, a piercing pain letting me know it's still plenty sharp. Setting it to the side as i replace the clay jar, *
[18:18] *defoxCern Sitting back on a taut round ass, long toned legs spread wide now along
the rock and hard packed dirt, i know begin placing the larl claws, sleen incisors, round blue stone beads, and shells from
Asperiche, placing and replacing them on the ground between outstretched legs, trying to find a pleasing aesthetic pattern.*
[18:29] *defoxCern Arranging first this way, than that, removing this . . . adding that ....
than these . . . a shake of the head and removing two blue beads .... replacing them with the small Red Hunter gold stones
... with a satisfied nod, i know it's time to get to the real work.*
[18:39] *defoxCern Taking the awl now in my right hand, i postition the point on one of the
bright purple/blue/green shells, in the upper middle, far enough from the top to keep it from shattering or breaking when
the cord is added*
[18:45] *defoxCern My palms flat, with the awl between them, the sharp point pressing against
the shell, i begin rubbing my palms back and forth quickly, building up friction as the bit works it's way, first marring,
then as a tiny bit of dust accumulates, a small hole is slowly drilled until pffft ... the awl breaks through to the other
side to the dirt.*
[18:52] *defoxCern Lifting the shell, to the torchlight, seeing the clear hole and pinpoint
of firelight on the other side, rosy cheeks puff soft honeyscented along the hole, cleaning the shell and clearing the hole
further, smiling now with a bit more confidence, working more quickly as the dormant skill begins to return to me, the second
shell goes faster, with a puff of air to clean it, i set it aside, now moving with effeciency*
[19:38] *defoxCern Finishing the small handful of shells, only one having cracked and becoming
unsuitable, now lifting up and examining the base of the claw as the firelight dances shadows across myself and the walls
of the cave, knowing this may be a bit trickier, the brittle claws more likely to crack if not done well, *
[03:39] *defoxCern Time outside the busy schedules of city life has a different way of passing
out here, and although the small torch has been keeping me warm in the small entry channel of the cave, the tedius, patient
work has made me want to get out and stretch a bit, go see if there is any more stored food left in the caches*
[03:45] *defoxCern Carefully setting the shells, claws and teeth to the side before leaning
forward, listening at the threshold before popping out a golden capped head and crawling out, back into the cool forest night
air, the leaves rustling high in their familiar lulling whispering, rising to a stand stiffly, trying not to groan*
[03:53] *defoxCern Allowing myself a few moments for my eyes to adjust from the bright torchlight
to the dark once more, never really totally dark outside, before moving over to the flat rock, my tummy grumbling a bit, suddenly
i'm realizing it's been quite a while since i've eaten, hoping there is still dried goods in their place as i place a small
hand against the curve of my back, *
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[04:15] *defoxCern Lowering down onto all fours, navigating through the narrow channel before
it opens up to the small cave, settling cross-legged again as my emerald eyes adjust once more to the dim, flickering warm
light, taking the spool of sturdy rence cord and unspiralling two arms lengths,*
[04:19] *defoxCern Flicking cuts with a deft movement with the knife quickly divide the cord
into seperate sections, keeping them taut as i begin to weave them together with a macrame style pattern, working on the design,
one for the neck, one for dakota's ankle.*
[04:23] *defoxCern Stringing the veined blue stones, holes already drilled, as well as the
small gold nuggets, also drilled - all good since my awl wouldn't have been able to cut through stone,*
[04:28] *defoxCern Adding the long, curved larl claws framing the beautiful peacock colored
luminescent purlplish blue, green sworls on the inside of the Asperiche shell, weaving it in, then setting the entire necklace
carefully to my left, examining it critically, making sure everything is centered and balanced.*
[04:33] *defoxCern Taking the spool of rence cord and unfurling an arm's length, cutting it
quickly with the knife, glancing over to make sure the polished sleen teeth, wooden beads, and small shiny black trading
beads are laid out in the right order on the hard packed floor*
[04:39] *defoxCern Beginning to tie them into the macrame design, the anklet going much quicker
as it's not very big, arranging them all so the sleen teeth will rattle together before holding the nearly finished trinket
up, shaking it to make sure it makes a pleasing sound, not a girly tinkle, before tying it off.*
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The Beginning of a Musical Career (sorta/kinda)
[22:33] *Atiya grabs a large sack, entering as the guards
let me pass into the home, stepping inside, i look around, smiling softly to defox*
[22:33] Atiya: greetings defox,
I come bearing goods!
[22:34] *defoxCern smiles to the FW*
[22:34] *defoxCern dancing around the sack eagerly*
[22:35]
*defoxCern trying to peek inside*
[22:35] *Atiya laughs at defox*
[22:35] Atiya: settle down girl.
[22:36]
*Atiya peeks into the bag, then grins to defox, reaching in, slowly, teasing her with waiting...*
[22:36] defoxCern:
whatcha got? whatcha got?
[22:36] *Atiya pulls out a ...*
[22:36] Atiya: czehar!
[22:37] *defoxCern emerald
eyes widen, looking at the beautifully crafted wooden instrument*
[22:37] defoxCern: ooooh
[22:38] *Atiya hands
it to her*
[22:40] *defoxCern small hands reach out to gently take the long rectangle instument, running a long manicured
finger over the eight strings, a dazzling smile lighting up elegant features hearing the sounds*
[22:40] Atiya:
I just found that one in Ar on my way here. I have more...
[22:42] *Atiya reaching in, I pull out a box, handing
it to defox.."this one is a double flute" I place it on a nearby table and reach in the bag once more*
[22:43] *defoxCern
breathless, oh so gently setting down the czehar on a fur, reaching out to take the flute, with a mischievous grin, full pink
lips rest onto the end, tooting it with a loud awkward screeeeech*
[22:47] *defoxCern wincing despite myself, places the
flute back onto the low table*
[22:47] defoxCern: umm i guess i have a lot to learn
[22:47] *Atiya winces a bit too, laughing at her softly*
[22:48]
Atiya: yes, but that is how it works, aye
[22:50] *defoxCern grins*
[22:50] *Atiya pulls out the long neck of
a kalika as I watch defox, the rest of the instrument following as the bag falls away*
[22:50] Atiya: walaaa
[22:51]
defoxCern: it's been so long since any muscians have come traveling in Ar, that i've decided to remedy the situation
and study
[22:52] *defoxCern oooohs once more*
[22:53] *defoxCern lifting up to gently take the instrument, resting
the square body of it on rounded hip, immediately beginning to gyrate and twist at the knee and waist, the long neck
pointing up to the cieling high above*
[22:55] *defoxCern bringing down my hand in a loud twang as it brushes across the
strings, dreaming of being a star on the stage*
[22:55] *defoxCern wondering where that thought just came from*
[22:57]
*defoxCern decides that is more than good enough for right now, and with a smile, setting the kalika gently down near
the czehar in the furs*
[22:57] *Atiya grins and watches fox*
[23:00] defoxCern: thank You so much Mistress, these
are wonderfully crafted, it's an honor to have them, and i'll study very hard and some day impress my Master and You
[23:00]
*Atiya smiles warmly to fox "I have no doubt that you will"*
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