Place: Tyros and the City of Kasra
I remember the smell of the sea air, the land hotter than I am use to. I was tickle as I traveled in the ship of corse with style or so I thought til I saw the other ships just of Ambassadors from lofty cities from all around and I though now seeing mine was not so grand I could still boast that I was traveling with a Ubar and his Ubara…. we pulled forth into the walls and than walked our way to the meeting I was excited the meeting of those that traveled far and wide to this gathering headed by a woman and not just any woman but that of my own blood line from my father, My half sisterthe Lady Videtta of Tyros. I lifted my skirting letting my sandles show I was more than pleased to see her, or well see her robes of concealment, I stopped in amazement of her the brocades of her robes, heavy thick she must have had at least 4 on, I could see she wore many veils at least 5 if not more… I have seen her heavily robed before but never like this she was magestic, dressed that of only the most powerful and richest women of Gor would I was taken back, I myself though not custom with veils did so wear one my robes, I felt a bit shamed that I only wore one though I did hood my hair my veil did reveil my eyes that many could see them, I felt like a popper before a Ubara, as annoyed as I was being the spoiled youngest daughter of our father I smiled to her with my eyes as she than lead us to where we would be seated.
Over joyed I had pens and parchments ready, my short hand surperb I was able to keep up much of what the Ambassdors had to say to my shock I looked over and saw a red savage woman in the rows I could not help but to stare at her for I knew I was 1/4 from my mother’s blood and I did speak some as mother had made sure to educate me to it. The darkeness of her hair in a lovely mohawk, skin was darker than mine, I wanted to speak to her though she with her escorts was ingrossed with the summit that I than turned my attention back to the bickering the talks and the suggestions on a better unit to those of Gor…..
A United Gor, Marlenus tried this is Ar and it in the end exciled to him as an outlaw…. Than again rumors has it that the Ubar of Ubars had returned to the Throne, perhaps one day with any luck I will get to travel there and see this Throne maybe even get to read in the scribery and behold all the rich knowelge of the Gem of Gor, it is said that the laws of the Home Stone stops at their gates.
A few days pass and My Uncle the Ubar of Kajira Falls playfully takes his Ubara and I in each of his arms with little effert swings each one of us up onto the wagon to travel to the docks, I was giggling in joy I am sure Aunt did the same though my laugher muffled out her’s if she was, I poked my head out the back to see some women turn up their noses at our display….. Old purdes! I thought, than my mind wondered to a United Gor again, perhaps Uniting is not the best corse of action, but than again I am just a young girl from a small outpost within the northen woods. And, from the look on those women’s faces I must be lucky to beable to not be so prim and proper, and with those thoughts I was no longer envy over my sister’s fine robes and status, my family has me where I belong…. Free, Happy, and before I know it will be back in the little Outpost in my little scribe office filled with my leasons, parchment and a new bola to hunt those urts that think they can make a nest in my libary.
