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Sometimes, it’s the little things, within the little hours, that are the glue of a bond between Master and slave. They’re what move a story beyond the relentless drama of a novel to the constituency of a true continuity.
That’s what my Master and I have been doing these last two days, laying the mortar to our brick. We’ve had interactions meaningful to us, rather than to some greater dramatic scheme.
First off, we came too late to a tournament signup at Tarn Ridge, and so will have to miss out on trying my hand at a favorite game of mine, the Royal Game of Ur.
I’m no expert at the Royal Game of Ur, but through a brief trial, my Master determined I’d be a worthy competitor. The tournament organizers had, however, set the roster already some four days in advance, so I missed the opportunity this time.
On that same day, my Master permitted me to create another house for us, and so I’ve set to doing that. Much as my Master has been recovering from a tiring early week, I’ve been tiring myself out with that project. No doubt, like two currents in a powerful tide, we will soon align.
Alignment and organization were yesterday’s theme, as my Master took me shopping. After acquiring a few outfits for me, He learned that I don’t really organize my inventory at all. For a fellow as well organized as my Master, this called for correction.
He took me to purchase a wardrobe organizer that would permit me to visualize what I’ve saved to wear. Whether this proves to be a handy extra step, or merely extra, remains to be seen. Yet I both respect and appreciate the care that inspired His action.
That’s the stuff that makes an enduring bond. Too many Masters, and for that matter slaves, engage one another only for the thrill of a dramatic display of entertainment. It’s the substance of the quiet times that makes a bond truly sound. And these have been good quiet times, with challenges faced, generosity shared and above all, care and appreciation shown.