Property of the House of Rask

norla clears her throat and begins...once, there was a merchant, he was young and tall, and very fetching

Though he had but a single waggon, he seemed to be very wealthy, and he spent his days travelling from city to city, fair to fair

A few of the other travelling merchants wondered how he did so well when each time they saw him little seemed to change in his inventory, but he was friendly, and never one not to buy a drink for another, so no one ever mentioned it

He of course had a secert, something that no one knew...

while in each city, he would flirt with the prettiest of the free women, often giving them small gifts from his wagon...all harmless enough...

what no one knew was that he would then make plans with them to run away with him, meeting them at different spots outside of town, each girl bring teasures from her fathers house think she was to be a free companion, only to find herself naked and chained with other girls, often her own friends...

once safely away from the city, he would meet up with his other wagon, it's blue and gold canopy fluttering in the breaze as he took flight on his tarn with the girls clothing, dropping from high above the city at night

It was not as if he could not have swooped in and taken a girl from the high bridges at night, but he was tired of never knowing what he was getting until after he took it

norla smiles...and so it was a very good life for the young man, but as it often does, fate had a twist up it's sleave for him

He had four girls lined up in the city he was to leave tonight, then a beauty beyond his imagination came to his wagon as he was starting to pack

She was the youngest daughter of the city adminastrator, her eyes were bright, and her mind very sharp

He told himself to be careful, to let her pass and play it safe...but when he looked into her eyes, he didn't see a trap...

He saw sorrow and dispare...and something else he could not be sure of

He was strong in his resolve, she would not be safe, and he reframed from his normal flirting, when his wagon was ready, he left, and did not look back

as he followed his route, the first girl was not there...nor the second or the third...

carefully he bypassed the forth and met up with his other wagon, taking to his tarn he flew back in the cover of darkness to see if the trap waited with the forth girl

He could see her, right where she was to be, but try though he might he could see no trap, not on the ground, and no other tarns in the air

readying his capture loop he set the bird in a fast dive, pulling up just before the ground as the leather loop closed around the girl he pushed the bird hard to evade the persuit he knew would come...

with the girl still danggling below him he scanned the sky, but he was alone in the night

laughing to himself he pulled the girl up into his saddle, it was not the foolish girl he expected, but the administrator's daughter, dressed in nothing but lite blue slave slik

She smiled weakly at him as she spoke, "May I explain?" she asked, and he nodded slowly

I could not let you take those foolish girls from my fathers city, for they all have a very good chance at a happy Free Companionship, but I, as the youngest of 7 girls, had little hope for anything other than being forever cared for by my family

Her words trailed off, but he could tell there was more

Taking another breath she looked up meeting his eyes and speaking clearly...the slavegirls in my fathers house are happier than I, they are free to be pretty, and often touched by men, and completely unrestircted to enjoy it when they are.

I decided I would save those four girls tonight, but in return, you would save me from a life with no true pleasure or joy.

norla smiles...with that she lowered her head and raised her crossed wrists up to him in submission

He bound her wirsts, and did not return to his wagon, but took her there on his tarn as the wind rushed over them, brushing her bare body for the first time as she used her, teaching her what it was to be a slave, and a woman

norla smiles...a girl will end it there, letting each decide for themself if he kept her or sold her, freed her or branded her.

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