"cyn offers your first cup, Master ... to represent the bitter first fruits of life,
the gain had from the work of others, bitter because it is taken, not earned"
releases it to his hand, blue eyes watching as he quickly drains the first one even as she presses a sweet kiss to the side of the second, lifting to his ease of reach as her voice rings clear once again ...
"Your second cup, Master ... to represent the contentment of adulthood,
the gain from the work of one's own hand, hard fought but the gain is elusive"
feels him take her offering, smile lifted upwards as tiny fingers curl around the last cup as he drains the second, which is sweeter than the first, slave's kiss of devotion pressed to its side and then offers it to his reach as voice lifts one last time ...
"The third cup, Master ... to represent enlightenment that comes with experience
and old age ... not that you are old, Master *soft grin* ... the perfect union of one's hard work coupled with the knowledge that one needs help from others as well"
