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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 8:20 pm
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(Lol, alright. I figured it was still his first day of being slave so he would resist a bit longer but we'll push it along a bit faster. 3nodding )
Grabbing her leather travel satchel from where she dropped it, Muse emptied its contents and began sorting everything back into it proper location. She was just about to toss her leftover trail rations in the brazier when she noticed the way Roy's eyes were following them. Shrugging in indifference, she tossed the package of flat bread and dried meat into Roy's hands. "Have at it."
Trotting past him to a stack of clean furs, Muse selected a reasonable sized deer pelt and tossed it over Roy's head. "Once you're done with those, get some rest. We got a long week ahead of us..." Muse ordered, stripping from her dirty work clothes while Roy as busy escaping the deer pelt over his head. Smiling at his flailing, she tromped past and slipping into the pile of furs that was her bed.
Wary that Roy was still a fresh slave and probably resentful of that, Muse kept an eye on him until she was sure she heard him snoring and then fell sleep herself.
(There you go, we'll say we skipped a week or so of chores and stuff like that.)
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:34 am
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Roy stopped, the drunken slur became louder as someone was approaching Muse's teepee. Holding the broom like a staff he prepared for the invader, but then gasped and jumped out of the way when Muse tumbled into the teepee on her large rump.
"Muse!" he said with worry as he knelt down beside her. Alone they called each other by name. Oddly the two had forged a kinship between them and the thoughts of wanting to go back to the fort had vanished.
They were being replaced with feelings for her. Roy would often chuckle at the though. Him and a cow woman? Absurd! She probably had no feelings for him but friendship. Roy had watched as she worked hard, fought hard, and was still scolded by her father. Nothing ever seemed enough for him and often times Roy would be there to console her and lend a shoulder to her woes.
Watching her drunken body fall into the tent really didn't surprise him any. Muse was a bold woman, so eventually he figured she would come into the teepee sauced to the gills whenever there was a festival or something. The Minotaur never had really, sure she had drunk a little, but this was different.
Roy could see the silly stupor on her face as he bent down and felt her forehead. They were close, closer than they had ever been before and they were alone. Most of the men were off on a hunting trip that morning and would return until later. Muse was ordered to stay behind because she needed to be there to lead her village.
Roy thought nothing of it at the time, but it was probably killing her inside. Staring into her drunk eyes he sighed. "What am I going to do with you? Are you alright Muse?" he asked warmly and kindly.
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