A girl died tonight...you'll not hear about it from the Town Crier or read about it in the Daily Scroll...you probably won't even notice anyone missing...but she died all the same
kneeling in a dark corner of the Tavern...a girl looks tired...drawn...defeated with eyes that once caught everyone's attention because of how they sparkled with laughter and just a hint of mischief...now were puffy...barely half-open...devoid of spark...the collar and lock that seemed so permanently attached was missing...once a symbol of love and devotion and who she was
a source of pride and identity...marking her as the property of her Master...a role she truly cherished...now she hardly seemed to miss it...the girl within had died
looking at her reflection in the window...she wondered just what had happened? how did that part of her which she had worked so hard to develop just suddenly fade away? she had come to be respected as a loving kajira looked up to as a role model for other girls...had gained the respect of Master's and Mistresses and slave's alike...but now...it was gone
actually...it had been a gradual death...one she'd been fighting for several months...growing pressures from the outside world...her job and family...as well as increasing pressure from the Gorean Community to give more and more of herself had finally taken it's toll...outside responsibilities were causing her to feel that she was not giving as she was to her Master...that she was letting him down...and letting him down was the one thing the girl could not forgive herself for
despite reassurances from her Master...try as he might...the girl could not get over feeling inadequate...the Master tried to help by relaxing some of the girl's duties...but to the girl... this just meant that her Master didn't think her capable...the more her Master tried to help... the more inadequate the girl felt...trips to the alcove became less and less frequent...it being a magical place for them
reviving their Master and slave spirit...binding them closer...but now it seemed that though they both wanted to...both seemed afraid that for some reason...the magic wouldn't be as great. the fear of disappointed froze them
falling deeper and deeper into despair...the girl could hang on no longer...once she had been able to reach within herself to find that extra little bit of enthusiasm to carry her forward... but this night...no such energy could be found...nothing was left...and with one last gasping breath...she let go
before she kenneled she would put away her silks...never to see them again...but something kept her from doing it...looking at the few gifted belongings that clothed her...each one with it's own special memory...the girl couldn't face returning them...the first...a simple set of bells which adorned her ankle...given to her by the first Master who'd brought her to Gor
the second...a waist chain of golden coins, gifted to her by another special Master she had loved with all her heart...an arm band of silver a Mistress had given before a cruel twist of fate had taken her from this world...all simply meant to much to her to let it go...perhaps all was not dead...an ember...a spark...however small...still burned beneath the ashes of her slave heart
as the Tavern began to fill with laughter dance and song...Master's with they're slaves on leashes and the sweet scents of Gor...she rose...shoulders slumped and heart heavy with sadness...she made her way to the door...it was there that she noticed a new girl kneeling quietly off to the side
shy...alone and slightly nervous...a lot like the girl was her first time out...the new girl knelt silently...naked...knowing her place and respectful of those who around her...those of the Tavern were noticing her...the looks were not obvious...but they were there if you knew what to look for...the girl knew she would do alright
as the girl curled in her kennel that night...he couldn't help but think of the new girl... something about her was familiar...though she knew she had never seen her before...something about the eyes she thought...the way they glimmered with eagerness...yet nervous...shy but longing...something about those eyes
that night...one girl left...one girl arrived...ne died and one was born...but did she really die? looks can be misleading...for as long as there is still even the smallest ember burning...no matter how deeply buried in ash...the fire to serve still lives
and the girl will be back...stronger than ever...ready to serve the Free again with more spark and drive than ever before...sometimes we have to lose what we have to fully appreciate the gift we've been given...the girl will be back...perhaps she already is...it's something in the eyes!
kneeling in a dark corner of the Tavern...a girl looks tired...drawn...defeated with eyes that once caught everyone's attention because of how they sparkled with laughter and just a hint of mischief...now were puffy...barely half-open...devoid of spark...the collar and lock that seemed so permanently attached was missing...once a symbol of love and devotion and who she was
a source of pride and identity...marking her as the property of her Master...a role she truly cherished...now she hardly seemed to miss it...the girl within had died
looking at her reflection in the window...she wondered just what had happened? how did that part of her which she had worked so hard to develop just suddenly fade away? she had come to be respected as a loving kajira looked up to as a role model for other girls...had gained the respect of Master's and Mistresses and slave's alike...but now...it was gone
actually...it had been a gradual death...one she'd been fighting for several months...growing pressures from the outside world...her job and family...as well as increasing pressure from the Gorean Community to give more and more of herself had finally taken it's toll...outside responsibilities were causing her to feel that she was not giving as she was to her Master...that she was letting him down...and letting him down was the one thing the girl could not forgive herself for
despite reassurances from her Master...try as he might...the girl could not get over feeling inadequate...the Master tried to help by relaxing some of the girl's duties...but to the girl... this just meant that her Master didn't think her capable...the more her Master tried to help... the more inadequate the girl felt...trips to the alcove became less and less frequent...it being a magical place for them
reviving their Master and slave spirit...binding them closer...but now it seemed that though they both wanted to...both seemed afraid that for some reason...the magic wouldn't be as great. the fear of disappointed froze them
falling deeper and deeper into despair...the girl could hang on no longer...once she had been able to reach within herself to find that extra little bit of enthusiasm to carry her forward... but this night...no such energy could be found...nothing was left...and with one last gasping breath...she let go
before she kenneled she would put away her silks...never to see them again...but something kept her from doing it...looking at the few gifted belongings that clothed her...each one with it's own special memory...the girl couldn't face returning them...the first...a simple set of bells which adorned her ankle...given to her by the first Master who'd brought her to Gor
the second...a waist chain of golden coins, gifted to her by another special Master she had loved with all her heart...an arm band of silver a Mistress had given before a cruel twist of fate had taken her from this world...all simply meant to much to her to let it go...perhaps all was not dead...an ember...a spark...however small...still burned beneath the ashes of her slave heart
as the Tavern began to fill with laughter dance and song...Master's with they're slaves on leashes and the sweet scents of Gor...she rose...shoulders slumped and heart heavy with sadness...she made her way to the door...it was there that she noticed a new girl kneeling quietly off to the side
shy...alone and slightly nervous...a lot like the girl was her first time out...the new girl knelt silently...naked...knowing her place and respectful of those who around her...those of the Tavern were noticing her...the looks were not obvious...but they were there if you knew what to look for...the girl knew she would do alright
as the girl curled in her kennel that night...he couldn't help but think of the new girl... something about her was familiar...though she knew she had never seen her before...something about the eyes she thought...the way they glimmered with eagerness...yet nervous...shy but longing...something about those eyes
that night...one girl left...one girl arrived...ne died and one was born...but did she really die? looks can be misleading...for as long as there is still even the smallest ember burning...no matter how deeply buried in ash...the fire to serve still lives
and the girl will be back...stronger than ever...ready to serve the Free again with more spark and drive than ever before...sometimes we have to lose what we have to fully appreciate the gift we've been given...the girl will be back...perhaps she already is...it's something in the eyes!