A Moment ... There

On my way to find T'zuri and dump all the shit I had in my head out of my head on the floor and let her sort through it a little .. I got snagged by Polunu. Well it was damn good to see my commander of Oralu .. had not seen him in a long time. Seems he had come to ask me for a bride price .. now I was a little surprised by the price he asked for .. but worked for me so I gave it to him.

Now I seem to have left him somewhat disjointed by the price but you see .. I need what I asked for in the worst way and it was fortuitous that he happened along offering to pay a price at the time I needed this price paid.

This responsibility of bride prices just has really been working for me lately. I am most interested in seeing what Polunu comes up with and how intent and serious he is in coming up with it.

Once Polunu went off to find the .. item in question ... I went on to my wagon and found no T'zuri there.

Where was she? What was she thinking? Why was she not there right when I wanted her to be? What the fuck good was a slave that did not know what I wanted before I wanted it.

I was all put out and wound up.

That is probably why when raven happened by with her little sashay and wiggle I snapped her right up and hauled her off.

Raven and I have a history. It is long and convoluted and has a few tangles and broken threads to it .. but tonight we just ... hung out together.

Usually it is all about sex with raven .. tonight we just talked. And we did not talk much about people or anything personal. I did not share with her all that was in my head ... we just talked. About nothing. I am not sure how you do that ... but we did. I do not remember really what we talked about .. that might have to do with the bota of paga that we shared.

You know for a slave? Raven can drink. I think she kept it all in her breasts. She can not keep up with me .. of course ... but I was impressed. Right up until she gave me this cute .. wide eyed little look and puked over the side of the stream. I caught her kalmak before she fell in .. dragging her back into my arms but at that point she had passed out cold. Amused the hell out of me.

Mostly because she did not puke on me.

I carried her back to the slave wagons and handed her over to honey-do and swallow ... telling them to see to her. Honey had that look ... poor raven.

All warmed up and too smashed to say no.