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[Cat Lyxen]

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Cat was cleaning the bedroom she shared with Poet at the Garden. It wasn't a chore she liked or did often. The sun was shining , the day was going well so she thought she would go through some old stuff and get rid of old clothes she didn't wear anymore.

She opened a chest at the foot of the bed and found some old clothing and scraps of material. As she pulled each item out she would examine it for wear and tear . SHe pulled a fancy dress out. Standing and holding it up to her she looked down and giggled. She always had to wear dresses to people weddings . She scratched her knee thinking about weddings and threw the dress on the floor.
She tossed a few old gloves and one leather boot out of the chest. She kneeled in front of the chest and started throwing things out and on to the floor until it looked like the chest had blown up.
As she started to dig in the bottom of the chest she found a funny contraption and lifted it out. It was the thing that Stephi wore and the thing Poet had made Anya wear. Cat wondered what a chasity belt would look like on her. She noticed the fastenings were open so she stood up and removed her leggings. She slipped the chasity belt on and over her legs. She pulled the contraption up to her hips and fastened the little latch. She walked around the room giggling and laughing .
"This thing isna so bad to wear. It is kinda funny though"
She jumped off the bed and decided it was time to clean up her mess. She was supposed to clean out the chest but not spread it all over the room.
She reached down and picked up all the things she wanted to get rid of and put them in a pile. Then folded the things she wanted to keep and put them back in the chest.
She picked up her leggings and laid them on the bed to get ready to put them back on. She looked down at the little latch on the chastity belt and pulled on it.
Nothing happened.
She pulled on it again harder.
Nothing happeded.
She tugged as hard as she could and looked desperately around for a tool to open it with. She tried a lock pick and then everything in her sewing kit.
Nothing happened.

Cat sat on the bed thinking ,this was not good.
She turned her head as she heard Poet's voice. She heard his heavy footsteps coming to the bedroom door.

She looked at the door ,winced and said ,

"UH OH"
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'I'll end with an edit to Ditto's post since she obviously doesn't grasp the man code.......................having your sister entertained by another gentleman gives you clearance to entertain their sister without retribution while taking care of mom leads to a blood fued which can only end in death" Gnarlug

[Cat Lyxen]

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Cat tried to hide the fact that she was trapped in the contraption Poet called a chastity belt. Jumping in the hot tub , thinking the water would loosen it , it only got tighter and she was more than a little uncomfortable.
She whispered to Rryn , one night at the Garden , asking her to talk to Poet on the sly and try to find out where the key to the belt could be found. Poet said the only key he had, was for Anya's and that the belt he kept in his chest in the bedroom was not held by a key but by magik.
Cat didn't know what to do . She saw Galnor Bloodmoon at the Garden that same night and walked to his table. He said "evening " to her and she got close enough to whisper her problem to him. He told her they should leave the more populated area to discuss it. They went down to the fireplace and discussed how to get the chastity belt off of her. Galnor thought of a few ways but they would either hurt Cat or destroy the belt. Cat didn't want it destroyed , for she had to put it back in the chest so Poet wouldn't know she had taken it.
She walked to the bedroom after Galnor went back up to the tavern. She paced thinking of what to do. Finally she found some rope and tied one end through the chastity belt and the other end to the door handle on the big heavy bedroom door. Her plan was to stand far enough away but still be able to reach the door and push the door as hard as she could. Maybe it would just pop the lock and she would be free.
Just as she was about to push the door closed , Poet's large frame filled the doorway.
He told her he had known when she put the belt on because his magiks were a part of it when it was fashioned. She stammered and tried to explain that she just wanted to try it on ,she didn't think she would get stuck in it. After a while of listening to her trying to dig herself out of the mess she had put herself in she finally stopped talking and just asked Poet to get her out of the thing.
He knelt before her after asking her to pull the skirt up that she was wearing to conceal it. He whispered a word or two and the belt dropped to her feet.
She whooped with glee and being set free and Poet smiled. He said another word or two and the chastity belt disappeared from the floor.
He gave her that look " what am I going to do with you" and they walked back up to the tavern to serve and entertain the patrons.
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'I'll end with an edit to Ditto's post since she obviously doesn't grasp the man code.......................having your sister entertained by another gentleman gives you clearance to entertain their sister without retribution while taking care of mom leads to a blood fued which can only end in death" Gnarlug

[Silent Poet]

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Later that night, while Cat lay sleeping in the bed curled up in his arms purring softly, Poet lay awake thinking.

His personal research had kept him from her arms so many weeks recently. It had been so easy to lose track of time in his efforts. He had finally found the bluesong of the lands.

At first after chanting for two days, he was able to bring back a single clod of earth. As it blew away into the wind, Poet could smell the heather in the Highlands upon the wind.

Then, a fortnight later he had been able to bring over a single thistle blossom. He looked across the room to his desk where Cat had put it in a vase.

He was very near completing the song to open the portal to his home...

To Scotland...

To his bonny Portmore...

To his son, Padruig...

To his father...

In his efforts to accopmlish this, so that his son could attend he and Cat's wedding, time had trickled through his fingers. The final month of their handfasting contract was arriving quickly.

Poet sighed and stumbled up out of bed and hid all his shoes and boots.

"If tha' lil missy canna find me shoes, she canna t'row 'em oot."

He reached under the bed and pulled out his battered but favorite lute. He slowly tuned the strings of Lady Lark, stopping only a few times to remember the many times it had been just she and him. Wiping at his eyes as he got finally got her in tune.

"Och, jayzus, I am a sentimental prat."

A melody was floating around in the murky and pickled depths of his brain. He closed his eyes and let his finger trace it out on the strings of Lady Lark.



Just one year o’ love
Is better tha’ a lifetime alone
One sentimental moment in yuir arms
Is like a shooting star right through me heart
Tis always a rainy day without ye
I am a prisoner o’ love inside ye
I am fallin’ apart all aroond ye

Me heart cries oot ta’ yuir heart
I am lonely but ye can save me
Me hand reaches ta’ yuir hand
I am cold but ye light tha’ fire in me
Me lips search for yuir lips
I am hungry for yuir touch
Tis so much left unspoken
An’ all I can do is surrender
Ta’ tha’ moment
just surrender

An’ no one ever told me tha’ love would hurt so much
An’ pain is so close ta’ pleasure
And’ all I can do is surrender ta yuir love
Just surrender ta’ yuir love

Just one year o’ love
Is better tha’ a lifetime alone
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden