Vawnie Bear
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2014
The woman was keenly awake come the rise of the morning. He sleep having been deep and comfortable, the scent of Seine whispering to her bear of a distant home neither of them had ever known. She held her all night, their bodies pressed together helped them retain warmth. She had imagined the night being sleepless, neither comfortable with the other, or their arrangements, but it didnt seem to be that way. She had lay there for about half a bell before the little woman in her arms showed signs of waking. The gladiator laying still, spooned against her back, waiting patiently before the start of a new day.
As she waited she took stock of her body, the way she felt, the way her wounds had healed, the tension of her person. She felt surprisingly great for not having done her stretches for the night. As her healer showed signs of being awake, Winter pulled her hand away, letting Seine rise up. She didn't ask any questions about her sleep, or how she felt. Both were irrelevant in their world. She slipped off the palate and fell into her morning routine. Stretching helped her to chase away the morning lethargy, and the stiffness her body seemed to gain every night. As if at night her body tried to become the wood that she slept on.
Her stretches were graceful, her contortion slow at first, working into the harder deeper stretches slowly after warming her muscles up again. "In the morning we eat with the men." She informed her healer. "There should be a new shift for me to wear, but they might have forgotten to bring it down to the hall. Will you check for me?" She asked, rather than demanded.
The main guard was ready for the little healer when she came out of the room. His eyes watching her, wondering about her stay last night. He thought her a pretty lass and that whatever wrong she had done likely didnt deserve her current punishment... who wanted to serve a slave? He directed her to the the new shift that had been brought for the she demon... and asked if she was okay before she disappeared again.
Winter was working hard in the small space when her bunk mate returned, her feet on the palat her hands on the ground. The scars on her back were red and angry, but they looked to have healed very well... miracoulsly so. The muscles in back and arms rippled with each push, along down her sides, and thighs, they moved as she held herself in the stressful elevated position, working hard on each push.
As she waited she took stock of her body, the way she felt, the way her wounds had healed, the tension of her person. She felt surprisingly great for not having done her stretches for the night. As her healer showed signs of being awake, Winter pulled her hand away, letting Seine rise up. She didn't ask any questions about her sleep, or how she felt. Both were irrelevant in their world. She slipped off the palate and fell into her morning routine. Stretching helped her to chase away the morning lethargy, and the stiffness her body seemed to gain every night. As if at night her body tried to become the wood that she slept on.
Her stretches were graceful, her contortion slow at first, working into the harder deeper stretches slowly after warming her muscles up again. "In the morning we eat with the men." She informed her healer. "There should be a new shift for me to wear, but they might have forgotten to bring it down to the hall. Will you check for me?" She asked, rather than demanded.
The main guard was ready for the little healer when she came out of the room. His eyes watching her, wondering about her stay last night. He thought her a pretty lass and that whatever wrong she had done likely didnt deserve her current punishment... who wanted to serve a slave? He directed her to the the new shift that had been brought for the she demon... and asked if she was okay before she disappeared again.
Winter was working hard in the small space when her bunk mate returned, her feet on the palat her hands on the ground. The scars on her back were red and angry, but they looked to have healed very well... miracoulsly so. The muscles in back and arms rippled with each push, along down her sides, and thighs, they moved as she held herself in the stressful elevated position, working hard on each push.