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A Free woman serves...

It was a quiet night in the Falls. I was with an old and dear friend, and a new friend just discovering Gor. Not wishing to intrude on their conversation, I moved about the camp, lighting the torches and preparing a fresh pot of black wine. Being the only woman, I offered to serve...

Solomonbarryl puts more wood on the fire to burn bright.

Dangruscurvzzz smiles at the flames flickering on the water... dancing with the reflection of the three moons..

Solomonbarryl says, "These Falls have never looked so beautiful."

Dangruscurvzzz smiles...

Jarrax says, "A question... do the moons have names?"

Dangruscurvzzz says," Are you thirsty?"

Solomonbarryl says, "Yes.. what you havin?"

Dangruscurvzzz says, "Only one moon is named in the books... prison moon. The other two were never named by Norman."

Jarrax says, "Black wine please, Dang... first."

Solomonbarryl smiles to Dangrus.

Jarrax sighs sadly... "I have no books as yet."

Dangruscurvzzz moves toward the brightly painted wagon, calling over her shoulder.... "Sol?... some black wine?"

Solomonbarryl says, "Sounds good..... second."

Dangruscurvzzz reaches to grasp the side of the wagon in one hand, and holding the hem of her robes in the other, she pulls herself up into the wagon.... she pulls a large tray from a shelf and with a clean repcloth, polishes the dark temwood to a gleaming luster...

Solomonbarryl puts another log on the fire.

Jarrax watches as sparks rise into the sky.... "I have a lot to learn about Gor... a hell of a lot."

Dangruscurvzzz spies the special cups on the top shelf... she lays the tray on the counter and steps onto the bottom shelf with one small foot... strettttttttttching...she growls a bit as her fingers miss the shelf... then, sure that no one can see, she pulls the hem of her robes up and leans her other knee on the counter... stretching till her fingers just snag the tiny cups on the very top shelf....

Solomonbarryl pokes Jarrax... "Look at our lovely Dangrus over there."

Jarrax says, "Nice legs, Dang!"..... grins mischievously.

Jarrax says, "Damn fire's in the way."

Solomonbarryl says, "Prettier than a Gorean sunset... it's worth moving for."

Jarrax moves...

Dangruscurvzzz hops down, the treasured cups cradled safely against her breast....the deep blue silk of her robes once again concealing all that it should...

Jarrax says, "Just my luck..."

Dangruscurvzzz runs a soft fingertip along the rim of each cup, slowly feeling for chips or nicks... satisfied, she polishes each one to a gleaming shine... she sets them on the temwood tray and turns to the shelves, pulling a small copper kettle and the bowl of yellow sugars from the shelves and placing them on the tray as well.... then, lifting the tray, she makes her way out of the wagon... setting the tray down to hop gracefully onto the soft grass....

Solomonbarryl says, "Jarrax, it's been a long time that I have seen a serve so beautiful as this one... but don't tell Dang I said that."

Jarrax nods in agreement.

Solomonbarryl says, "I'm always pickin on this sweet woman. She means more to me than my life here in Gor.... She's a friend."

Dangruscurvzzz makes her way to the water's edge... stooping to pull the small bota of fresh bosk cream from it's icy berth.... she slips the tether from the stake in the ground and slips the strap over her shoulder... she rises and moves to the fire, the damp bota spanking her softly with each step... the silk of her deep blue robes whispering softly as she moves...

Jarrax says, "True friends are more important than most things."

Solomonbarryl says, "To me, they are.... they are hard to find here."

Dangruscurvzzz slips to her knees by the fire, setting the tray down beside her and turns to the large pot of fresh black wine brewing there...

Jarrax says, "The one thing that worries me about Gor is all the rituals and my lack of knowledge of them."

Solomonbarryl says, "They'll come in time."

Dangruscurvzzz reaches for the large ladle, stirring the simmering black wine.. the steam from the brew causing the fiery wisps of hair to curl softly around her porcelain features.. the heat causing a soft rosy flush to spread beneath her skin...she carefully ladles the rich dark liquid into the copper kettle ...then holding the large temwood tray in her hands, she rises... long legs unfurling to propel her statuesque form to it's full height....she turns....and sliding one hand beneath the tray, she raises it over her head with a flourish.... and begins to cross the clearing toward the men....

Solomonbarryl says, "Ever see anything that pretty?"

Solomonbarryl just smiles..

Dangruscurvzzz moves with a willowy grace as she makes her way to the men.... the large tray balanced precariously over her fiery head... a soft smile spreading across her delicate features... the light from the fire dancing in the deep blue of her eyes....

Solomonbarryl grins..

Jarrax says, "Amazing..."

Solomonbarryl chuckles.... thoughts running through his head....

Jarrax says, "Not those blue eyes again!..... shuts his eyes hard.

Solomonbarryl says, "They are beautiful, but they can pierce your soul."

Jarrax slowly opens one eye....

Dangruscurvzzz slips to the furs between the men... long legs folding beneath her as she lowers herself to her knees with a slow and deliberate ease... bringing the tray down and around in front of her with a fluid grace and setting it gently before her on the furs.....

Solomonbarryl chuckles

Dangruscurvzzz sets down the damp bota beside her and reaches for the bowl of sugars.. using the tiny spoon to add the crystals to one of the cups... the sugars glittering like jewels as they tumble into the bottom of the cup... she reaches for the bota, bringing it to her mouth, white teeth grasping the cork firmly as she pulls it free with a slight toss of her head and a soft *pop*...

Solomonbarryl watches, mesmerized by her serve....

Jarrax hopes one day to have a kajira as beautiful and graceful.

Solomonbarryl says, "There is none... not like Dangruscurvzzz.."

Jarrax says, "I believe you."

Dangruscurvzzz tips the bota, her small hands squeezing, coaxing a small cloud of cream into the cup... befor tipping the bota up and slipping the cork back into it with a slap of her palm.... She places the bota to one side and picks up the repcloth, using it to lift the copper kettle... she tips the kettle, filling the cup... watching carefully as the dark liquid hits and mingles with the cream, turning a velvety caramel color...

Solomonbarryl says, "I would fight anything here in Gor for this woman if she asks."

Jarrax says, "You have ruined all kajirae for me, Dang"

Solomonbarryl says, "Ssssssh... don't talk to her while she's serving.... first lesson."

Jarrax says, "learnt."

Dangruscurvzzz sets the kettle carefully back on the tray and turns back.... blushing deeply as she ducks her fiery head and stirs the cup to assure a smooth taste....

Solomonbarryl can see the sapphires in her eyes dancing in the firelight.

Dangruscurvzzz lifts the cup and holds it against her cheek for just a moment... eyelids heavy over those mesmerizing blue eyes as the rich aroma of the brew assails her senses.... satisfied that the temperature is perfect, she lifts the cup cradled in both hands to Jarrax... whispering softly...

Dangruscurvzzz says, "Beans from Thentis.. ground to perfection.... brewed for maximum flavor.... sweetened with sugars from the Ka-la-nas... and mellowed with cream from the bosk... may it soothe your senses... and may you always find a peaceful home here in the Falls....

Jarrax leans forward and takes the cup from her hands.. feeling the heat flood through his hands... he smiles, knowing this black wine is indeed perfect.

Dangruscurvzzz lets her hands drift slowly down to settle in her lap... watching as Jarrax drinks....

Jarrax raises the cup and drinks... savoring it's flavor.... he has been served with beauty and grace and feels Honoured by Dangruscurvzzz's words....."My thanks to you, Dang."

Dangruscurvzzz smiles... and reaches once again for the copper kettle.... the repcloth protecting her hands as she pours the strong brew into the other cup... tipping the kettle up with a practised flick of her wrist just as the hot liquid kisses the rim of the cup... setting aside the kettle, she once again lifts the tiny cup to her cheek... the warmth from the cup causing the soft flesh of her cheek to flush...... insured of the perfect temperature, she holds this cup out to Solomon... the delicate cup resting gently in the cradle of her hands......

Dangruscurvzzz slowly raises deep blue eyes to meet his.... and says, "Solomonbarryl... in all the time I have been here, of all the people I have known... You stand above them as a man of honesty and integrity that is unparalleled... your decency and strength inspire me... and your warmth enfolds me... and you honor me with your friendship.... thank you for allowing me this small tribute to you."

Solomonbarryl looks into Dangrus' eyes... feeling the wind on the back of his neck.... hearing the leaves rustling in the trees... he takes the cup from her.. doesn't say a thing...

Dangruscurvzzz looks up at Solomon... blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears....

Solomonbarryl realizes why these Falls are so beautiful... it's her presence that makes these Falls what they are.... he takes the cup and drinks... smiling....He gets up and walks round the edge of the stream, looking out over the very place where he came into this world.... thinking that it seems so long ago....

Dangruscurvzzz watches him silently....

Solomonbarryl says, "So many people have come and already gone... I wonder if this world will ever end up like it's twin.... everyone fighting.. leaping to get higher in rank... destroying everything in their way... We can't let that happen to this world...It is so innocent."

Solomonbarryl puts his cup down.... and leaves.

Jarrax says, "I have no words."

Dangruscurvzzz says, "He is truly a remarkable man.... That's Solomon.... my friend."

Jarrax nods..... "yes..."

Dangruscurvzzz smiles....

There are many reasons a woman serves.... does it mean she secretly wishes to be slave? No... no more than she secrety wishes to be a waitress.... But sometimes.... a simple serve.... allows us to express emotions through movement.... when words are simply not enough... to pay tribute.... to a treasured friend.

I wish you well,
Dangrus