Where the sun touches earth

Isabella Heiwa · 09-15-2012, 11:07 PM

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Just because I am naughty does not warrant this torture! How much more must you hurt me so? -teartear-

It was the white male who had looked up first, his sea-blue eyes peering intently on the stranger who approached. He sniffed at the wind and winced as his still healing bull ring pulled on sensitive tissues. He touched his nose as he spoke his mistress' name softly. The woman rose from the sunflower head, a handful of seeds in her palm. They poked her pads as she closed the white fingers over the tiny black capsules. Back straight, she peered at the woman calling out to her. There was something familiar about her but it was only a tingle at the back of her mind. Nothing important, clearly, as she gave a half smile. The greeting was uncommon, something that the dark woman was not used to hearing around her very often.

"Bonjour," she called back in her honeyed alto. Isabella stepped lightly to her saddle bags and let the small handful flit through her open fingers. The resulting crackle of kernels hitting other kernels left her slightly satisfied as she turned back to the stranger atop the horse. "We are picking seeds to make sunflower oil." It was a fragrant sort of oil, with a sweet scent associated with it. The few drops she had ever used were nutty and added a touch of the exotic to her roasted rabbits.

"私は、マスターを働き続けなければならない?" asked the slave, holding a handful of seeds over the bag and letting them tumble in as he looked expectantly at the woman. She jerked her chin in the directions of the sunflowers and the younger male stepped lightly at the plants. Blue-gold eyes returned to the stranger, smiling lightly. "What brings you here?" she said with a tinkling laugh, as though she had known the woman all her life instead of for only a few moments.

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