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[08:28a] 
banaThiery Predawn moonlight cast its shadows upon sleeping form, a tender smile tugged at lips; she was lost in a dream. It was her Master’s voice that called to her, not the soft come-hither tone, but a wake up NOW tone Sitting straight up, hand reaching up to push back damp curls, face tilted up she looked straight in to the handsome face of her Master. Why was he dressed???
[08:32a] banaThiery His words repeated again, this time with more force, this time more clearly understood. Get up, grab some blankets, some silks and dress for travelling, HARTA. The mention of travelling almost brought a squeal of excitement, only it wasn’t often her Master commanded her to dress for travelling. This was no camping trip, something was not right.
[08:35a] banaThiery she was in motion in an instant, moonlit shadows danced across the walls mimicking her movements as she moved around the room gathering up blankets, each rolled tight and shoved into a smaller version of her Master’s travel bag. From his trunk she grabbed several silks to be added to the bag. Looking over her shoulder she saw the dark brown garment, drawing closer she reached out, fingers brushing against smooth fabric of a camisk. It was a garment made by her hand, worn long ago in a mountain camp
[08:40a] banaThiery Pulling it from the trunk she lifted the rectangular piece of fabric, drawing it over her head a playful shimming as it swept down over curvaceous frame, fabric brushing against bare flesh was awkwardly familiar. Reaching out she snagged up a length of braided leather, fastening it around slender waist to draw the clothing tighter the effect was a more hour glass display of her Master’s property. Nimble fingers combed through thick mane, working to skillfully draw silken strands into single braid
[08:43a] banaThiery she had just finished affixing a leather strap to hold the braid in place and was reaching for the small travel bag when her Master returned. her face lit up at the sight of him, yet her smile was lost in the urgency of the moment, something was wrong she could sense it, in the way he moved, the tone of his voice, his face showed he was deep in thought. Watching in silence as he approached and lifted her, unceremoniously tossing her over his shoulder she was barely able to hang onto the canvas bag
[08:47a] banaThiery Bouncing about she caught glimpses of the Home, majestic in the fading moonlight, with each step it seemed to grow smaller in the distance. The sound of laughter told her there were others about, she recognized the voice of Master Joro, his comments letting her know the camisk had ridden up, a flush of color swept across face, thankfully hidden by her upside position across her Master’s shoulder.
[08:52a] banaThiery she heard the change in his breathing, felt the strength in her Master’s arms as he placed her into the tarn basket, looking up to see him wink , a silent reassurance that she was where he wanted her to be, smiling back she pulled the travel bag tight against chest settling down against the wall of the basket, sooty lashes kissed cheeks as she closed her eyes trying to quell her fear of heights
[08:56a] banaThiery Snippets of words exchanged, then her Master’s deep commanding voice, the basket lurched as the giant bird began to move, a methodical rolling forward echoed by wings flapping, rolling in her stomach the feeling of rising the plunging quickly only to rise again, her body swayed with the motion of the tarn’s ascent……
