Look at all the lonely people

     I remember once upon a time I used to sit at the feet of my Mistress and comb over medical journals. I was destined to the medical field before I was enslaved and she did not want me to fail in that. So in her free time and mine we would sit by the hearth and she would quiz me until my eyes and ears bled ( not literally mind you ). More times then  not she would allow me into her clinic when she was working and let me watch her operate on people, or else she would allow me to assist on un major surgeries. I miss those times very much. Most times I carry the small bag she allows me with supplies just incase. I never have had need yet to use it.. but I would if I had to. And I would not be afraid of the consequence there after either. I have noticed here in Ar that alot of people pretend to follow a caste that they do not seam to belong to. Its strange but what can you say? I am not one to walk up to a Master and say... " Hey Bub... you should be a scribe instead of a warrior... your entirely too small to wield a sword with any real swing.." but I my mouth shut... because the reality is we are all very lonely and being that, we wish to cling to the warmth of those near by us.. not piss them off with senseless nonsense. I miss... closeness and companionships.. maybe someday the Pasha will bring Lyra home and I will not be lonely anymore....