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| Annora Quote | Reply | | crys chores mar 9-15 posted on: 3/9/2004 4:21:51 PM Chapter 5 Chapter five is filled with much information on the Wagon people. It describes in detail the wagons they live,massive structures square in dimension with a rounded top which is made from the hides of the bosk,,died in rich colours. It comments that the Wagon People compete with each other to see who can have the most decorated wagon. Inside the wagons is like a large room with a copper pot at the center for cooking and heating. Thalarion lamps hang thru out. The furnishings within are lavish thru out. The Wagons are pulled by two teams of four bosk to each team. It also describes the clothing worn by members of the Kamps. Free women are not vieled, but do have a tiny gold ring in their noses, their hair is bound or braided. The slaves how ever are not permitted to bind their hair unless beneath a bit of red cloth called a koora. It goes on to talk of the vest like top, and a red string that ties about their waist with a bit of black cloth that hitches front and back that slides between their legs. Seeing a slave pass decked out in bells, Tarl comments on this. To learn that the slave is new to kamp, and has yet to earn the trust of her owner. The bells are a way of keeping up with her movements. Tarl learns of First Wagon and it's meaning. Yet He does not as yet find out who the Ubar is,as that is kept a secret within the Kamp,often times event the Wagon People are not sure. He has His first encounter with Heerena. The beautiful female of the First Wagon raised soley to participate in the Love Wars. As Tarl questions Kamchuck on what the Love Wars are, the chapter ends with a prisoner being brought to Kamp. |
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crys chores mar 9-15
replied on: 3/12/2004 6:39:50 AM ~throwing back the furs,,i move to sit up beneath the wagon,hearing the soft laughing sounds of Master,as He wakes Mistress,,shaking my head,thinking,,i best move before i hear more..with a soft laugh,,i roll from the furs,,golden waves spilling about my kneeling form,,as i rise at the edge of the wagon~ ~glancing out into kamp,,i see slaves like myself crawling from beneath the wagons of their owners,,sighing softly,,missing the dark headed one of the beautiful girl once known as paz,,i look to the missing wagon of the Scar'er,hoping their return from the barrens is soon,,i reach behind me to grab my koora,,~ ~lowering my head foward,,i pull the mass of gold to tumble down in front of me,,running my fingers thru it,relieve it of any snarls ,,i then quickly bind it with the red bit of cloth,before tossing my head back,,the slender column of my throat,,encased with the leather marking my ownership as a kamp slave,,exposed to veiw,~ ~feeling a tingling clench in the core of my slavery,,as i turn to see the new comer,striding thru kamp,,His bearing marking Him as a FM with much history,,,glancing boldly at His handsome face,,i smile,thinking how it wont be long before He wears the badge of courage,upon it,,suddenly He stops and turns,,His dark gaze catching my dancing one,,i blush crimson,,knowing He has read my thoughts,i turn away,,,hearing His warm chuckle,,as i push up and move to the side of the wagon~ ~moving about swiftly,,i fill the kettle with clear waters and freshly ground blackwine beans,setting it to brew,,tilting my head to the rising sun, i smile,seeing the skies are clear,,nodding as if pleased with the weathers co-operation,i reach for a large metal bowl,,setting it upon the counter,,~ "to be continued upon return home from work" |
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