Reminders

I bathed a man not my Master nor my Companion. While I felt comfortable in the bath with him, I realized that it had been quite some time since I had been in this situation and this vulnerable to a man I do not know. I was allowed to speak, I have become so introverted over the years. Perhaps a woman in hiding would be that way. Conversation was pleasant, the High Jarl is a nice man and while he was expectant that I would take care of him as he expected, I enjoyed the time. Perhaps I garnered a good word to my Master as now I am back in my world of silence and she-sleen.

I imagine I must be amusing to men such as him, body responsive and mind so prudish. I have watched other free women over time and listened to conversations of other veiled women. In my efforts to keep myself free I became so rigid. Bred for heat and the facade of cool to keep my lovely neck free of metal ring. I suppose I have taken that to the opposite extreme but I am proud of the fact that in freedom, I was not a common slut.

There is much challenge ahead of me and changes as I learn the return to me. I rise in the morning placing my focus on what must be done in the day, letting the rest take care of itself.