Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
: peers in
(21:58:01 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--inside the cabin of Drax Kernien, nearest to the tarn cots--
to ALL
: *steps out from his cabin, looking around the quiet camp, before turning and heading for the great hall*
(22:15:35 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
: Enters...
(22:20:12 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
says to - The Blade's Edge - Dra: *quietly leaves the Tavern where Mistress Medi and she had stayed the night ... a burly man, whom she had come to find attractive, escorted her back through the jungles where again the naked beast reviews much of what she has learned; she is even beginning to think in Gorean now, which startles her whenever she stops and thinks about it. her lean build has gained some muscular tone, and a sensual sway often finds her hips unconsciously. being naked all day brings a certain level of un-shyness around anyone, she had found, to her surprise... she was much less reserved about many things since two hands ago when she had come to Gor.*
(22:20:58 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to ALL
: *enters the nearly-empty great hall, looking around at the trickle of activity... the Northerners have departed, and all is at peace once more in the jungle... he settles in at the head of the table, thinking to take in a meal before setting about his business*
(22:30:29 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
says to - The Blade's Edge - Dra: *at the citadel we arrive, safe and sound, no growl of larls in earshot - thank goodness! her somewhat short stride brings her into the hall, now somewhat familiar. and this time she is actually happy, very much so, to see her Master there, and almost runs to his side... gliding to her knees, her supple legs spreading apart impressively wide as her soft palms were exposed and rested atop the tan skin. her hair falls in sensual chocolatey sable waves down her tawny, nude body as her big dark gaze lifts to him, her chin tilts up to reveal a glint of his steel... she speaks in Gorean, nearly perfectly* Tal Master, how may sarai serve..?
(22:34:55 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *spies his girl as she enters and approaches to kneel at his feet... she has acquired a certain smoothness to her motions, a level of comfort in her collar that many girls take years to achieve... he feels a pang of arousal as she glides easily into nadu before him, showing off her supple curves, her tanned flesh... with a smile, he issues his command* I hunger tonight, sarai. Bring me a plate of roasted tabuk, suls, bread and cheeses. Also, a mug of paga, chilled.
(22:42:43 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *feels a lump in her throat and swallows around it - this was a big test, she felt, and butterflies made her belly ripple nervously. Yes Master. she rose up, and scurried away, quickly through the kitchen doors, immediately washing her hands and drying them before she starts anything else.*
(22:44:47 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *watches you critically, his eyes on your body as you depart on your serve, examining every detail... clearly the girl is more and more Gorean by the day, and so the expectations for her have only grown... silently he stands from his chair and moves to the entrance to the kitchen, standing there unobtrusively, observing*
(22:56:15 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *deep gaze lingers on the tabuk roasting on a spit, and she licks her lips feeling suddenly hungry. with more ease than she had felt since her arrival she gathers down a plate and rinses and dries it automatically, and then a smaller one, and a little bowl for the cheeses. She doesn't forget a mug, either, for his paga. When these are washed and dried she puts them on a tray, minus the biggest plate, which she takes with her over to the roasting spit, and spears off several hunks of the roasting meat, wondering what this particular animal looked like when it was alive, and what the juicy meat she plated up tasted like. her mouth almost watered... so engrossed was she with making sure all was right she didn't see you standing in the darkened doorway. The suls, she saw, were mashed today, and so she spooned some onto the plate next to the tender tabuk... adding a little gravy over both from a simmering pot...*
*she returns the plate to the tray, taking next the smaller plate on which she sets a portion of bread, a sixth of the loaf if she judged correctly by the scoring on top of the full round. she put the bread back in its breadbox, covered with a repcloth to keep it fresh... she hummed a little folk Earthen song, ketri ketri...*
(22:58:31 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *observes you quietly as you proceed about the serve, then drifts back to his seat unseen shortly before you finish the preparations... he watches the doorway and awaits your return*
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