What .. Are You?

So what is a guy to do when a woman is dropped at his feet with the element of fire written all over her?

Why .. introduce her to the element of water... of course.

It was elementally natural. Made sense on a cosmic level.

The balance of the universe depended on it.

And besides .. it was fun.

By the time she was .. persuaded ... to stop her incessant chattering I pondered calling her Loquacious Red. But realizing I was over tired and my brain fogged with exhaustion I decided to wait to decide until I had slept. Restraint .. I have learned over the years. And I really could not envision myself yelling "Loquacious" all over the harigga. Which was probably closer to the truth of why I waited .. rather than restraint.

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She is a prideful Northern woman. Free .. until now. She chose life over death. Not that I offered her any kind of noble death. No falling on the sword or fed to sleen boskshit. Death is too easy to choose at a time like that. Faced with all you know unraveling quickly before your eyes .. your entire foreseen life dashed to pieces on the rocks of reality. Realization that your life is in the hands of one .. bastard. No .. it was not death I offered her .. no easy answers.

It was life or .. my kind of death which really was not death at all ... it was just a lessor sort of life than the other life I offered her which made the life I offered seem rather ... nice. Life is full of choices and I am all about giving them. Choices .. that is. And she very well could have chosen the other life. And it would have been life .. mostly. At least for a while. But instead she chose life with me .. as a slave. I informed her that she was more than welcome to die at any time. There are many ways to die on the plains. Hundreds of ways .. hundreds of choices. So many in fact .. it was going to be hard work to stay alive. But then ..

...life is full of choices.

After she could successfully tell me what and who she was .. after her dweller free woman clothes had been stripped from her body ... yes I was going to look before I collared her.... I strode to my wagon once again giving her the choice to stay and be taken by another or to follow me. She submitted and followed me to my wagon where she is even now chained to the floor by her ankle.

I have given Catch the task of feeding and watering her. This one I will have to place the mark of slavery on her hard and fast .. she is not one to hover delicately between the two worlds. She does not see me as her savior divine.. yet. She has a mouth and tends to use it.. not always in a pleasing manner. But she shows a propensity to learn. A desire to live .. and choose the best level of living offered to her. That shows a submission to logic that attracts me.

So we shall see. I now have two ... make that three slaves. And I doubt I could find any three women who are more different to gather together into one chain.

Either that or I will give her to Ogedaii who was just telling me how he needed a slave that was .. different ... than his hell larl.

Life .. is full of choices.