A Viper in the Gardens

When not serving in the arena, I find sanctuary in the gardens. The sweet aroma of budding flowers reminds me of home and it is there I find comfort in a life that once was. Rarely am I disturbed, left to my own devices, so long as I am not needed. This was where I rested today, my eyes closed, my mind a thousand pasangs away. When at last my eyes opened, he sat across from me, a foreboding figure clothed in dark colors.

I knew his voice as soon as he spoke, the man that I had read for while in the city kennel, the man that had drawn the Ubar card.

He beckoned me to his lap, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers exploring in a light caress along my arm and down my side. Though it was a foreign feeling, to be touched as he was touching me, it was neither hurtful nor completely unpleasant.

I learned something about myself today. I learned something about him as well.