A Kajira's Story

Standing at 68 horts (5'4") it was obvious she was young, matter of fact she had just turned Seventeen en'vars. The beast looked shy and demure with a tousled mane of sienna strands and luminous expressive green eyes. Gentle soul on the outward appearance, yet underneath those white silks and bashful smile lay a jira who's story was different. No unhappy beginning in her life, no real drama that she wanted to forget or regretted. Instead those experiences had began to mold her, to define each nuance of her fiber. Not exactly certain where she was before now. For many moons she had stayed near the springs and arena serving when summoned to do so. The lil "wall flower" spent many ahns, and soon ahns turned into hands of waiting for the return of the man who was said to been her Master.The Man never returned to the Arena. she was wise enough to hide under the stands from time to time watching the slaves actions and manners, trying to learn what her heart sought. That Master never did come back so she survived by raking the sands and serving, even washing dishes. Serving the Free to exist. One evening when venturing to the springs after being hurt deeply by a Masters words her life changed. This Man asked her why she grumbled, and taught her not all appeared to be what Gor seemed. It was if His wisdom in seeing her intelligence and eagerness was rain sent after a drought to bring wilted flowers to bud. Now to this jira her past mattered not for she had found purpose in being given the chance to bring honor to a Man unlike any other she had came across before. Not just any Man, her Jarl. her Jarl who's smile made her seek to do better. His training at times contradictions only because they were strewn with a gentle strength. her Jarls who's gentlest caress set her soul trembling and hungry to find out more. A contradiction because her Jarl left her wanting to be His ember. To stoke such happiness and pleasure in His life. To devote her entire being to being His property to tend to His every breath, for sparks Jarl was now her sole purpose. His family and friends showing her more about her Jarl, giving her the pride to being the best possible in serving them to honor her Jarl.