The Scribe

I had settled to a bench at the springs to enjoy some time away from work. It took me a moment to realize that a man there I knew very well, or had known many years ago. It was his voice that drew my attention, my gaze settled on him in pleasant surprise. Lucian Simon, the Scribe that took me to Port Kar. A man that seemed so reserved to my outward brazenness and boldness. He had surprised me and had been one of the more happier times in my life.

It was very different speaking to him as free man to free woman and not Master to slave. Now I am the one reserved in manner, it is now expected of me, I have never taken my freedom for granted and have never allowed it to give me permission to behave loosely. I suppose a conflicting statement for a woman born into slavery. As a free woman I subdue those urges as expected of me and as Lucian reminded me.. I was always the consummate actress and had an ease in pretending things didn't bother me when really they did.

I thanked him for being the owner he was to me, this may have surprised him. At the time I knew I was very lucky to have an owner like him. He had always engaged my mind alongside his training of me. The trip to Schendi not forgotten, the apartment above his office where many ahns were spent helping him still remembered fondly.

He is different now but not so different.

He invited me with him to Destiny Point. The company of another man and woman there made for an enjoyable eveing. A pleasant evening spent there and our goodnights so formal and proper. It was a restless night spent in the room given to me for the night. Once on my way in the morning, Turmus not far down river, a rented skiff posed a quick way home and a beautiful day to enjoy on the water.

I have no idea how I feel about anything anymore. Have I become so skilled at pretending I am never bothered that I have convinced myself of this as well? Dawson's presence is so huge and in my field of vision, I feel I see nothing clearly at all right now. The Scribe as well unsettling the dust of a better time in life.

As I said to Lucian. Perhaps someday I will be what I really am.

Someday.