At Ease With the World... Do I have to go?

[mace]

It was such a mystical area. Far better than where she spent most of her life as of yet. The lands put her at ease, and she found herself wishing she would never have to leave and go back to her Master, back to the labors that she was put to each day. Ah well.... such was life and she was quite used to it by now. It wasn't as if she had much of a choice.

The young blonde woman lay sprawled out on the beach, not caring that the sand was getting into her hair or dirtying her clothing. It could be washed out quite easily. A pair of black breeches fit her legs, tucked into a pair of black work boots. Loosely fitting her torso was a white cotton shirt, swaying in the gentle breeze that also caused her hair to lightly flick around.

She was humming a tune that one of the many guests of her home had come in singing. From then on she had been quite taken with the song, but she wasn't at all sure what the song was called or even the lyrics. Just the tune...

[Nicolas Cashel]

"That sounds beautiful, what is it?" Nicolas sat next to the woman in the sand, looking first out at the water before turning his head to smile winningly at the pretty, blonde woman.

Sighing peacfully he sprawled out in the sand, thinking about how trying his day had already been. Some of the guests at the Castle were far to stuck up for his own personal liking but he didn't comment on it; merely did as he saw fit. Which had in fact been cutting one particular guest's stay short. HE couldn't stand men that abused women and he feared that that was exactly what was going on. And he most definitely would have none of the abuse bestowed upon his lovely slaves. They were his friends and employees. Their work demanded respect.

"I love the ocean. The beauty almost surrounds you. What do you think?"