Aris convinced me to get out for some air and stimulation by taking a walk to the springs. He said I was pale and quiet so to shut him up I went along to humor him. I understand that too, he would have allowed me no choice in this matter, his mind had been made up. He is angry at himself for letting me motion him away. Still, I think he knows I would do it again where Reck is concerned.
The Hunter, Aslan, was at the springs and as we sat and chatted, me in the form of a free woman, I had to endure his smirks and knowing looks. I felt a bit deflated, a bit confused by it all. Has all my hard work to create three prolific wineries been for naught if only I am looked at like a robed slave? I must get these brands off soon, if only for myself, closing the door on 'that' life. I found myself watching Akil for every expression or look my way as well while his 'slave' served me less than adequate juice. I made her drink the sour drink, he felt I should be specific with the slave, next time I will be specific enough to get my own drink after all, what slave 'asks' for sour juice. I wondered if he looked at me the same as Aslan had, I am feeling very defensive.
Must I always wonder if those I meet my know who I was.. will I ever have friends, those who are interested in more than what I look like out of robes? I have no one to confide in and the funny thing is the person I would confide in sent me away from him for my safety. I might tell him just about anything after all.. am I not the keeper of his secrets? Secrets that I guard. I am not sure if I am in danger or not. I have been watching for him, I have to know he is well and safe. No word has come since that night, the nightmares lessen but I will not rest until I know he is safe.
Aslan gifted me with a beautiful fur of light brown near white. Luxuriously soft, I toss it over my feet at night for warmth. I spend more time in bed, tired.
I think I have my answer for Marcus..
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