After a sabatical from serving, lissa has returned to one special house to serve again and perhaps learn more.
Her legs piston to her Mistress...and it is as if they have never stepped apart...not even for one moment...
The chill in the early morning air does not deter this slave girl from her desire to keep the garden in bloom as long as possible. The late arriving winter has worked to her favor and Mistress has the prettiest garden in the city. The familiar voice floats out to her. As always and as if it never stopped, the voice brings a thrill to the steadfast heart. Hurried steps turn to a full run, as she rushes to the door. In her mind she flings herself into waiting arms but training has taught her a bit of restraint and she slips to her knees and presses eager kisses of devotion to slippered feet.
The long braid that usually hangs down her back when she is working has snaked over one shoulder and the tips brush next to where her lips are pressed. A errant wisp has escaped the winding braid, a reminder of when a tress was cut away as a gift of love.
lissa's soft spoken words are blended with a bit of huskiness as she murmurs "Morning Greetings Mistress". Fingers twine into her hair, one firmly gripping at the nape of her neck, the other pulling at the bit of string that holds the end of the braid. Tendrils of fear lick at the edges of lissa's thoughts. Did she think her slave was too bold in winding her hair in this style? The firm grip becomes tighter as the released strands fan out around creamy shoulders. lissa is yanked to her feet and releases a yelp just a moment before lips come crashing down to her mouth. The yelp disolves into a moan. Just as quickly she is released and her eyes flutter open to see the back of Mistress robes as she sweeps down the hallway to begin her day.
Thundering heartbeats slowly subside and a trembling hand grasps the door jamb for balance. A little dazed and wearing a silly grin, lissa turns back to her gardening.
Sweet Returnings
One day runs into the next as both slave and Mistress find work and holiday preparations keep them both so busy they fairly fly past one another in their duties. lissa works diligently to anticipate and prepare for Mistress needs so her day goes along smoothly. Robes are mended and laid out in exact order so that even the act of dressing is seamless. The household falls into the orderly fashion as it was always run under Mistress efficient hand.
lissa manages to find many ways to be useful, keeping quills trimmed to a sharp point, inkpots filled, scrolls arranged neatly and in order. Fresh blossoms adorn the table by the bedside, adding their fragrance to the cool morning air that wafts in from slightly open window.
While Mistress toils away at her desk, the garden calls again. On hands and knees the little poppet works. A basket standing nearby is filled with bulbs to be planted so they will bloom with the first days of spring. Weeds are banished with determination. Each weed pulled with a steady hand and the dirt shaken from their roots and tossed into a pile so they will not propagate.
The willing girl has learned many things under the steady guidance of a stern but loving Mistress and continues to strive forward each and every day to meet each new challenge. Such joy fills her heart as she grows more in the knowledge of service. Mistress allows her a small bit of parchment and a quill. Her powers of observation are honed as she keeps neatly penned notes on guests and visitors to the household and any other detail she will need to remember.
Soft melodies hummed under her breath fill the house as silent feet whisper over the stone floors. The notes seem to blend harmoniously with the shuffle of scrolls and the scratch of the quill. Such is the rhythm of two, one owner, one slave bound together by a small band of hammered metal and the stronger bond of love and respect.
