for writing this wonderful description for me to
add to this website.
Thank you randii for a job well done.
Bending down you lift a small dina into your hand, and as you rise your eyes fall upon the goal of your long travels. As you stand your eyes greedily taking in the vast expanse of the beautifully built home tucked in the nestling embrace of a bend in the stream. Its broad porches and high thick beams, the multitude of tall broad windows thrown open with soft silken curtains gently billowing in the brisk mountain air, call to you invitingly and your footsteps quicken up the gently rising path to its door.
The thick hand carved door, screeches frighteningly as you push it open, announcing loudly a new arrival. Hesitatingly you kneel, uncertain of what to do, and softly call out, �may a girl enter please?�
A strong firm voice answers �enter girl and greet freely�. Rising somewhat timidly, you seek out the source of the welcoming voice, and find serious dark eyes assessing you from the raised dias. With a nod the Master of the Home, SilentRider beckons you forward.
As a girl�s eyes become accustomed to the low lighting, they drift through the room, lighting but moments on the Free as they take their leisure, reclining on the thick soft furs taken from the ferocious larl. With their repast sitting on the low finely carved tables, placed beside each set of furs for family and guests. Lining the room are the large picture windows you saw from the outside, that filter in the light through silken drapes during the day and yield to the gently caressing evening breeze from twilight to dawn each night. Before you reaches a large elegant stairway rising up and splitting off to each side, carrying those that ascend either to the Master's chambers or to the chambers and alcoves of Family and guests. To the right side of the stairway is the sand pit with its bleached white pole waiting invitingly for the next kajira to attempt its seduction. To the side a hallway leads off to the storage area with a side door breaking off to the room a slave is most familiar with the servery. With its large deep counter and long high shelves, cupboards and storage racks, and a door leading into the cold storage where perishables are kept and those drinks, water, wine and ale, which are preferred, served cold by the Free.
The eye of the slave is drawn inevitably to the huge homey hearth the heart of any room, the source of warmth and good food, and aromatic smells, it draws all Free and slave to its warmth and bounty. On a small dais nearby are the deep rich furs of the Owner of the Home, the Initiate SilentRider, where He reclines with His lovely girl ka^lila{SR}fg as she leans against Him while reading over the latest submitted assignments by the rakish randii{SR_H} who kneels on a pelt nearby, with a quill stuck between her teeth as she tries to think out her latest assignment for mistress ka^lila{SR}fg.
You step forward quickly to the Master, ready to begin your new life, eager for your new destiny, anticipating with both fear and joy, your future as kajira in #SilentRiders_Home.
