The buzz about the Outpost was that of the Companionship of my Twin Sister Chyenne to the Master Slaver Gabe and I was racing across the outpost with wool fabrics in arm. Not paying attention I found myself landing backwards covered in bulk of blue wool and the ring of laughter in the air. Annoyed I felt the fabric pulled off over my head and a beaming smile from him, dark hair beautiful eyes gentle that just seems to be as deep as the Northern Woods itself. An offer of his hand and a dusting off with the other.
“Thank you Anubis”
he smiled and lifted my chin so, I was looking in those eyes of his again “You know about Lady Chy and Gabe’s Ceremony?”
“Of corse” I nod slightly with his strong hand keeping my head pretty much in place
He lowered his arm and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword not out of need to use it but perhaps more out of habbit “Are you going?” he asked
I chuckled “Well Gabe is the sworn brother to my Mother, and Lady Chy is my twin sister”
a look of shock came over his face one I would not have expected “OH?, I am sorry I did not know that…. so you are going to be there.”
“yes” I looked to him questionable
I swear I saw him blush as he asked “could I have the honor to be your armed escort”
“Would you be standing by my side?” I cried out
“Yes”
“than of corse I would be honored” I blushed as I quickly grabbed up the folds of fabric, a wave and raced off to the house of my father where tre our house slave was there and with her aid I had a new dress for the event
Days past, stepping outside the gates I could see the tents of linen, silks and wools… some was of leather as well full of foods slaves and guests. I herd a voice from behind me and I turned to stand stunned before a man in scarlet robes tied with a cord of gold the boarder of his robe was done in gold runes of those seen common among Torvaldsland to his hip the common Gorean short sword that of the warrior it was my Escort and protector Anubis his dark hair and deep eyes that entrapped my wonderment like the heavens themself twinkling with stars, I was lost in him for a moment before turning our attention to the festivities. We herd the Ubara announce that the ceremony was going to be delayed and I was in slippers with platforms a fashion a Merchant from Ar had told me about, though no matter how beautiful they was they pinched my feet and stung like little sleens nipping at my toes, so we broke away from the crowd for I could find a tree to rest in the shade. Plopping down I took the shoes from my feet and flung them some good distance and my guard laughed as I massaged my bare feet.
“if I was your companion or even courting you my Lady I would rub them for you” he seemed shy as he spoke and than he seemed to back away a bit I knew he had seen the green on my face not that it sickened me that he would speak so, on the other hand I was very flattered about the offer yet, the idea of companionship and the duties of a companion to her man made me ill, the leason from the Healer from the hands ago still burn deep in the pits of my mind. Having my escort walk off a bit I sat disgusted in myself leaning agest the tree.
Before I know it I feel my body being shooken as my eyes drouzy looked up to my Mother she smiled with her golden ring gleeming from her nose and behind her My Grandfather with his Curage scares and his woman of the North. I looked around “How soon til the Ceremony?” as I placed my hands to my face “Do not rub your eyes, Charisma” mother pulled my hand from my face “your eyes will wrinkle and you won’t be a beautiful” I placed my hands into my lap as I looked up to see my escort holding my shoes “You fell asleep” he said as he placed them in my lap and excused himself as more of my family walked up so I could be pressented…
Time passed and my mind could not help but to wonder did my escort think he bored me so… he has seen me vomit behind a tree, fling my shoes into the woods and now I had just feel asleep on him though he did stand by my side during my sister’s complanionship. Sometimes I do not understand how I and my twin sister could be so differant she had companioned and than ready to companion a second time and me so scared of the idea of duties that I would have to perform once my father places my hand to the hand of a man and I would to drink the love wine with this man to be his honor, companion and mother of his heirs.
