Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2013 11:25:51 GMT -5
(21:12:16 )
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[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[moving through the market's streets]-
says to ALL: I walked through the small crowds, enjoying that the evening didn't seem to be as populated as the early afternoon had. I had finally recollected the reason I was at the market in the first place and walked along the rows of stalls, looking at the various wares before realizing that what I needed would have to be found within a shop apparently.
(21:25:02 )
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[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: I walked quietly along the wooden boardwalk that lined the rows of shops, taking care to keep my eyes averted from the freewomen that habituated the establishments during their daily rounds of socialization and whatever it was they did to fill their ahns of leisure or work. The knee high boots muffled the sound of the belled anklet that my owner had placed around my lower extremity, and the kirtle gave me some sense that perhaps I was a bit more than a slave as I was now covered instead of naked. But then I would feel the gaze of men upon my slender form, their eyes seeing easily through the woolen material and once more I was reminded of where I stood in the grand scheme of things.
(21:47:16 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: I stopped in front of one shop, I could see my face reflected within the window, the dark red curls tousled from the caresses of the wind and that of the guardsmen. I preened for a few ihn, unable to resist the urge, as I looked at the slender circlet of silver that enclosed my neck and bore his information upon it's surface. One small hand lifted and moved away a heavy lock of the crimson curls so that I could move my head this way and that and admire the effect of silver against the bright background of my tresses before I realized that there was a pair of matrons upon the other side of the window within the shop looking back at me furiously. I mouthed a stammering apology at the pair within and hurried down the boardwalk towards the shop that I knew carried ready made tunics and outerwear, hoping the harridans hadn't had a long glimpse of me to describe to the market guards and lodge some sort of complaint.
(22:02:57 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: I moved quickly through the press of bodies, that innate fear of the anger of the freewomen within the shop and the intense hate in their eyes as they stared back at me drove me as swiftly as any kurt across the shoulders would have. A pair of laughing sailors, redolent with the scent of sea salt and the paga they'd imbibed, grabbed me as I tried to squirm past them. Any other day I'd have used the moment to my advantage, pressed myself to them and begged to be taken behind the shops and bent over a barrel or crate, but I forgot myself briefly in my need to distance myself from the jealousy of those women who hated their embonded sisters and cried for the mercy of the masters. My small form was tossed back and forth between them easily as a rag doll between two children, and I felt the large hands delve within the woolen confines of my kirtle to roam over the soft warmth of breast and hip, teasing their fingers over those curvatures until I writhed in unabashed need. The moans of hunger, however piteous, aroused nothing more than amusement in them and they sent me on my way with loud slaps upon my ass as I fumbled to regain my breath and my composure before entering the shop.
(22:17:37 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: The man who owned the shop took in my flushed face, the small breasts that heaved beneath the kirtle and lips swollen from pressing to the chests and hands of the sailors who'd toyed with me and laughed knowingly before letting me know that I'd best be there to shop and not idle about. Flustered for once, I murmured conventional greetings and reassurance that I wasn't hiding from my owner and began to peruse his wares. As my owner had seen fit to clothe me appropriately for the change in the weather, it would be best if he too, had tunics that were warmer than the soft comfortable linen that he was accustomed to wearing during the warmer seasons. I ran my hands over one or two of the woolen tunics, trying to get an idea of the size he would wear as I looked around shop where various pieces of clothing were neatly folded and displayed before making a few selections in the largest sizes to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. I could take in the sides if need be, but I doubted he'd be wearing these within his forge and would more likely than not be layering them with a softer under tunic of finer rence cloth. I made selections in various colors of slate, gray and black to make sure he had a variety to wear before carrying them to the counter to be tallied and wrapped with the bill forwarded to the Exeter Metal Works in Minus before taking the wrapped bundles and my leave of the small shop.
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[moving through the market's streets]-
says to ALL: I walked through the small crowds, enjoying that the evening didn't seem to be as populated as the early afternoon had. I had finally recollected the reason I was at the market in the first place and walked along the rows of stalls, looking at the various wares before realizing that what I needed would have to be found within a shop apparently.
(21:25:02 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: I walked quietly along the wooden boardwalk that lined the rows of shops, taking care to keep my eyes averted from the freewomen that habituated the establishments during their daily rounds of socialization and whatever it was they did to fill their ahns of leisure or work. The knee high boots muffled the sound of the belled anklet that my owner had placed around my lower extremity, and the kirtle gave me some sense that perhaps I was a bit more than a slave as I was now covered instead of naked. But then I would feel the gaze of men upon my slender form, their eyes seeing easily through the woolen material and once more I was reminded of where I stood in the grand scheme of things.
(21:47:16 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: I stopped in front of one shop, I could see my face reflected within the window, the dark red curls tousled from the caresses of the wind and that of the guardsmen. I preened for a few ihn, unable to resist the urge, as I looked at the slender circlet of silver that enclosed my neck and bore his information upon it's surface. One small hand lifted and moved away a heavy lock of the crimson curls so that I could move my head this way and that and admire the effect of silver against the bright background of my tresses before I realized that there was a pair of matrons upon the other side of the window within the shop looking back at me furiously. I mouthed a stammering apology at the pair within and hurried down the boardwalk towards the shop that I knew carried ready made tunics and outerwear, hoping the harridans hadn't had a long glimpse of me to describe to the market guards and lodge some sort of complaint.
(22:02:57 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: I moved quickly through the press of bodies, that innate fear of the anger of the freewomen within the shop and the intense hate in their eyes as they stared back at me drove me as swiftly as any kurt across the shoulders would have. A pair of laughing sailors, redolent with the scent of sea salt and the paga they'd imbibed, grabbed me as I tried to squirm past them. Any other day I'd have used the moment to my advantage, pressed myself to them and begged to be taken behind the shops and bent over a barrel or crate, but I forgot myself briefly in my need to distance myself from the jealousy of those women who hated their embonded sisters and cried for the mercy of the masters. My small form was tossed back and forth between them easily as a rag doll between two children, and I felt the large hands delve within the woolen confines of my kirtle to roam over the soft warmth of breast and hip, teasing their fingers over those curvatures until I writhed in unabashed need. The moans of hunger, however piteous, aroused nothing more than amusement in them and they sent me on my way with loud slaps upon my ass as I fumbled to regain my breath and my composure before entering the shop.
(22:17:37 )
apple
[PIC]
.pomme.
Property of Exavier
Minus | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: The man who owned the shop took in my flushed face, the small breasts that heaved beneath the kirtle and lips swollen from pressing to the chests and hands of the sailors who'd toyed with me and laughed knowingly before letting me know that I'd best be there to shop and not idle about. Flustered for once, I murmured conventional greetings and reassurance that I wasn't hiding from my owner and began to peruse his wares. As my owner had seen fit to clothe me appropriately for the change in the weather, it would be best if he too, had tunics that were warmer than the soft comfortable linen that he was accustomed to wearing during the warmer seasons. I ran my hands over one or two of the woolen tunics, trying to get an idea of the size he would wear as I looked around shop where various pieces of clothing were neatly folded and displayed before making a few selections in the largest sizes to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. I could take in the sides if need be, but I doubted he'd be wearing these within his forge and would more likely than not be layering them with a softer under tunic of finer rence cloth. I made selections in various colors of slate, gray and black to make sure he had a variety to wear before carrying them to the counter to be tallied and wrapped with the bill forwarded to the Exeter Metal Works in Minus before taking the wrapped bundles and my leave of the small shop.