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A reason to fight.....

Zaryn was the complete opposite. He slept quite soundly. Though, he did groan lightly a few times when she moved around. When she awoke in the morning, he was soon to follow, groaning then letting out a big yawn as he rolled onto his back, before sitting up in bed, the blanket falling away and revealing his muscular and very well sculpted upper body.

"Sleep well?" he asked, looking over at her as his vision cleared, kick the blanket off his legs before turning, sitting on the edge of the bed now, back to her.
 
"Not really," she confessed to him, not seeing a point to lie to him about it. When he realized half way through the day how very tired she was, he would catch on. "I kept rolling onto my side and waking myself from my light sleep. You're bed is rather soft. Much more then I am use to. It will take some getting use to," she sat up and streaked her sore muscles in her shoulders.
 
"Not surprising. No worry. I'm sure you'll come to like it. Besides, during my hunting trips, we'll both be sleeping outside, so you'll have time doing that if you still end up preferring it." Zaryn replied as he stood up.

"And as I imagine that you are rather sore from the previous day, you will not be training with me today. We shall go into the bazaar and find you suitable clothing to wear. When we return, I was start my daily training routine and you'll be free to relax or do whatever exercises you think you can accomplish in your current condition." he continued as he began to get dressed, not needing to do much as he simply lacked a shirt.
 
She crawled from the bed and looked down at herself. The bruise as still rather colorful though it's shade was clearly at a point that was over the worst of it. Resting a while longer would see it looking fine in no time at all. But then she noticed exactly what she was wearing still from the day before and from sleeping in as well. "I am going to the market like this?" she asked bringing attention to her body with a good amount of her skin showing.
 
"I'm sure you'd prefer to be more covered..........but what else do you have to wear?" Zaryn asked turning to look at her.

"My clothes would be wearable, but be far too large. You'd have to hold them on constantly. At least in this, it's easier to move." he explained, reaching down as he began to get on his boots.

"So what would you prefer? Revealing clothes that fit your perfectly, or more modest clothes that you'll have to hold on with your hands?" he asked, lacing his boots up.

"Either way, buying you new clothes is our first stop. You'll be able to change into whatever we buy." he continued, standing back up straight.
 
She looked at herself then at his clothing, a smile crossing her face. "Part of being a good warrior is thinking of solutions to problems swiftly. It could save your life, or in this case your modesty. If you will hand me a shirt, I have a way to be modest AND keep my hands free." She reached down and started to undo the bindings around her chest though doing it slow to not have her breasts come falling out suddenly. "I will put on the shirt, then rebind my chest over the top of the shirt. The binding will hold the shirt in place. That way I will have both what keeps me covered now, and your shirt as well. No need to hold up anything from falling off."
 
"Quite inventive." Zaryn replied, complying her request and handing her one of his shirts, watching as she went about what she had described to him. Not surprisngly, he couldn't help checking her out a brief moment, but he didn't stare at her lecherously or anything. He made sure not to let his eyes linger too long on her very attractive features.
 
She got the wrappings almost all the way off then turned just before her breasts tumbled free, bouncing a moment as they relaxed for the first time in awhile. She was quick to take the shirt her had handed her and throw it over her head. As she started to wrap the cloth around her again, she turned back to face him again. As she finished, her chest bindings were clearly not as tight as they had been for her chest looked significantly larger as she finished off the wrapping and tucked the end away. It looked a little odd, but did the job.
 
Not surprisingly, Zaryn caught himself staring when her breasts popped out. Though, he did quickly avert his eyes.

"Ready to go now? You're free to pick any clothing you desire. Fancy, simple, skimpy, it's all your choice" he replied, heading to the door, trying to keep that lovely body he had just seen out of his mind. Even now that he was her master, he still didn't think just pushing her against the wall and tearing her clothes off would be a good way to go about it.
 
"I suppose I am ready when you are. Just need to redone my boots I left near the fireplace last night is all," she told him as they left the bedroom and made their way back to where her boots had ended up the night before. Taking a seat as she put them on, she spoke casually with him. "You mean you do not wish to pick my clothing for me? I've heard it said that men of your standing in the world like their slaves to reflect them and their way of life. It you leave it to me, I'll be wearing mainly men's clothing tailored to my own body. Is that the kind of slave you want people to see?"
 
"Who's to say I won't pick some stuff out for you? I don't recall saying what you pick out is all that you'll be wearing under my service." Zaryn replied, leaning against the front door as he watched her get ready. She was right. So, it was no surprise he planned to buy clothes for the purpose she stated. As well as..........special item that would for his eyes only.

((You know, I'm curious about something. Is she a virgin? From how you talk of her past, seems like she's never had much interest in men. So, it makes me wonder if she's ever had sex at all.))
 
After putting on her other boot, she stands and crosses to where he stands waiting, "Pardon me for making assumptions. I just figured one or two things to switch between. How much do you honestly intend to spend upon me?" Together they walked from his house, heading towards the market. She looked a little odd in her get up and people stared. They also stared because of who she walked beside. To see the champion of the people walking with a woman dressed as odd as her, people had to wonder who she was. Then again, some knew already how he had come by the woman and gave him passing greetings that reflected their pride in their champion for his victory over the she warrior that had the gumption to enter the arena.

((I have been playing with that tid bit myself actually. One side of the coin would be that she is still a virgin because she never really wanted to lay with a man dude to thinking he'd only think him like her owner. The other side is that she is not because she looked at herself as a warrior and tried to be an man's equal and had at least a fling or two just to feel like she had power. Which do you like better?))
 
"Well, then I guess I am making my own assumptions, as I don't peg you as the kind of girl that's interested in fancy, highly expensive clothing. So, would I be correct in assuming as much? Or do you plan to go against my belief and buy the most expensive things you can just to take advantage of my offer." Zaryn asked as they walked through the market, for the most part, ignoring all the stares he got.

((That's a tough one. Both sound good. Though, I do like the sound of her having a few flings. Maybe not so much for the power aspect, but maybe perhaps the thrill of battle gets her a bit in the mood, and these flings were with warriors she had worked together with in the past. You know, like perhaps a village chief hired her and some male warrior to stop a group of bandits that have holed up outside of town, robbing anyone they see. The two warriors defeat them in a fiery battle, then go back to town, collect their reward.........then go at it like a couple of animals in the inn as the fighting really got their blood pumping.))
 
She could not help but laugh just slightly as she ignored the looks as well, "I COULD do that but I would never actually wear those kinds of things. I mean, perhaps I should buy a bunch of dresses in those really pricey fabrics that noble women love to very much, then completely destroy them while training to make them much more my style. Would that please you?"
 
"Hmmmm, it very well might. You in nothing but highly expensive scraps. It's an appealing image." Zaryn replied, laughing lightly himself as he returned this little joking back and forth.

"Perhaps I should do that as well. Buy fancy noblemen clothing and we shred each others overly price outfits in training." he continued.

((It's your call of course. My idea is just something that popped into my head that could lead to possible future plot lines, like one of her exlovers running into the pair, with the akwardness it entails. As well as delving into the pairs relationship. Like perhaps she use to have feelings for said warrior, and he her. But, noting ever amounted from it. They run into each other, his feelings return, and he tries to get her to run away with him, but she refuses, honor bound to her new role and blossoming feelings for her master.))
 
She gave him that look again. That look that said how she thought the things he said to be so very odd, especially for a man of his position in the world. "That's you choice..." she commented with the slightest hint of a smile. It was by that time that they had reached the main throngs of the marketplace. The crowd was thick and loud as people examined the items for sale. Her eyes glanced over the stales, thought she did not seem interested in anything she saw.

((That's a good idea. I definitely think now that she would not be a virgin, having slept with the few men that might have shown her any kind of respect and friendship as a warrior. We can cross that when it comes to it. I feel like that might be a long ways off still))
 
"There's a couple of clothing sellers a few shops up. The one with the blue banner over the door is the best place to look. Quality items with fair prices. I'm gonna go check out a certain weapons dealer. So, you go find whatever clothes you want, try them on if need be, and I'll come and pay for the items when I get what I want." Zaryn replied. He didn't bother telling her to be careful, as she knew how men could be when they spotted a lone woman in a crowded area such as this. Besides, even if they did get..........grabby, she could easily handle them.

((Yea, if we go with that idea, it wouldn't happen for a while, as it would require her to have feelings for Zaryn, which will take a while to develop.))
 
She watched as he walked away and could not believe he was just, letting her go off alone. She had been his slave for less then 24 hours and he trusted her not to run from him? Her word was of course still good, but it amazed her that he took her word and trusted in it. Continuing on to the store. The salesperson looked at her like she was crazy, especially when the few items she picked out were more for man then a woman. Just as she had said she would get. A few shirts to be tailored to her more feminine form and a few pairs of pants to done the same. She toss some tunics onto the pile and even picked out one very simple dress. She supposed she should have one, thought she didn't know where or when she would wear it.
 
"Looks like you found some stuff to your liking." said Zaryn, coming into the clothing shop, a few swords slung over one shoulder, and a bag, obviously with armor, clinging on the other shoulder. He didn't really wait for a response as he went up the shop owner, got the total, then paid the man. He gave him a little extra so that he neatly folded every item, before wrapping it up paper, a few item s in each little package.

"That is all, I presume, or is there anything else you feel you would need?" he asked, standing there with her with his own purchases, while she was to carry the packages of clothing.
 
The store owner was more then happy to take the extra money from him to fold up the items, even if they were just things for a slave. Keelia was actually a bit thankful, her arms were full but it was easy to carry the packages. "I thought you had wanted to buy your idea of the things you wanted me wearing?"
 
"Already have. They're in here." Zaryn replied, holding up the bag of armor. Though, with what he just said, it was apparent armor wasn't the only thing in there.

"They take up little room, so I just put them in with my stuff." he continued, readjusting the straps over his shoulders.

"If that is all, we should return home. As strong as I am, even my shoulders get tired." he added, referring to the swords and armor, wanting to get the heavy load off his shoulders.
 
She could not help but wonder what was in the bag thought it could not be very big whatever it was. Something told her it was something revealing. Just how revealing, she did not know. "Very well," she said as together they left the store together, heading towards his home once again. "You needed more armor and weapons? I'm sure you must already have a very impressive collection."
 
"Not really needed. They're custom pieces I had ordered a while back. I recieved word they were ready yesterday, but could not pick them up because of our match. I never throw away weapons or armor. When I get something better, I simply place what I will no longer use in my collection." Zaryn explained as they walked.

"It's the memory of battle. Every battle is a learning experience. And to me, just casually discarding the equipment I used would be like ignoring the lessons learned in battle, which is something I will not do." he continued.
 
"It must be nice to be able to have what ever kind of things you want, when ever you want. I think I have used the same armor for the last 5 years. And it's a bit to big on me. Understandable, it's hard to find armor tailored for a woman. My sword is the one I inherited from my father upon his passing. He used that for I don't even know how long. It could be older then me for all I know. He had it as long as I can remember. The shield," she paused a moment, "was a gift actually. I feel a little guilt that I ruined it with all those dents in it."
 
"Well, I could pay for entirely new stuff, or just have what you have now fixed up and customized to work better with you. Either way, those rewards, you'll have to earn." Zaryn replied.

"Perhaps, if you manage to best me in a sparring match, or impress me in some other way, I'll see about doing whatever it is you wish to do regarding your equipment, be it buying new stuff or having your current well used items fixed up." he continued.
 
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