| Subject: A "New" Lady in the Villa |
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Date Posted: 14:32:31 06/01/01 Fri
Nessa had been very sick, more so then even she had guessed. She lay curled in the chaise, letting the cool sea breezes take the unusual warmth from her flesh. She had sent the young girls away, their innocent chatter annoying her. She longed for Burgoo, but had not seen him in several days. As if her thoughts reached him he was suddenly there, only she would come to learn it was not her longing but the woman she thought of as an enemy, that had made sure Burgoo knew of her sickness. In more pain than she would ever care to remember, Burgoo had taken over, sending Saji running for what was needed. Between the two of them, the babe was repositioned and wrapped in a magic bubble that protected it as well as Nessa. The child of a geena was not exactly healthy for a human, Burgoo would remember this in the furture and protect his girls accordingly. The rest of the evening brought Nessa more and more glowing health, she doubted she had ever felt this good. She did a lot of thinking that night as she wandered the halls of the villa, and before the sun touched the morning horzion, and sleep found her, she had made a decision...a decision that would affect all their lives perhaps...
The Sun had not been up for long when she was dressed in her leathers, though the lacings had to be loosely tied over her swelling belly, white poets shirt, boots of soft kidskin,and hair tied back. The only one to see her leave the villa was Gaston who seemed to sleep at his post my the door, but with a wave of her hand that she desired no speech, she was gone, heading to town to act on the decision that was made during her wandering hours of the night.
She had damn near searched every tavern and Inn in the small town, before she came to her last hope. The old seaside tavern looked deserted, so deserted that not even the insects wanted to stick around, but Nessa entered just the same, and much to her surprise found whom she sought. Cricket sat perched upon a barstool, that didn't look much like it could hold its own weight let alone hers. One woman determined, the other weary, they spent the next couple of hours in that dusty, rundown tavern, and the amazing thing, not one ounce of blood was spilled. When they departed though those rickety doors to the midmorning sunshine, Cricket was no longer just the Du'Mont slave trainer, but a viable member of the family, she was to have her own private suite of rooms at the villa, all would know she was the "New" Lady of Du'Mont and would have as much authority as Burgoo or Nessa had, well at least Nessa...Burgoo was another matter. The remaining hours of the morning and early afternnon was spent on the private balcony as they stuffed their faces with the delicious fair from Gilda's kitchen and came to know one another a bit better. Change was in the air, for Nessa and those of Du'Mont....
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