Lady Aisha was torn when she walked in to the empty square of Laura. She had written a scroll to her companion. A scroll she wrote to tell him about the feelings she had, her fear of failing him. She wanted to be every woman to him, but failed to comply with what he seemed to need. She had shed many tears and while she wrote the scroll she was still unsure what her destiny would be.
Once it seemed to be a dream come true, and now she was unsure if he would renew their contract, due to her shady dealings with assassins and her sisters of the tribe. He demanded that she wouldn’t let herself in with them again, and although much of her wanted to keep her promise, she was afraid her independent character would one day fail to do so.
When she lifted herself from the cushion after writing the scroll, she sighed deeply and in that moment of despair she met one of her sisters. She had received word of the birth of Aisha’s children, but she saw instantly something was wrong. They spoke in honesty about what once was and how things had become.
One thing was clear for Aisha, if her companion wouldn’t renew the chances of her ending up in a collar were large, something she feared most. She was shocked when her sister pulled out a dagger to force her to come with her to the woods, fully aware that the same fear she felt for the collar was that of her sister.. The dagger more an enforcement of their good relationship and clearly a sign of her sister’s worried mind.
That moment, right there and then, she complied and stepped through the gates of Laura, leaving a life behind that she so much had loved. She left many people that she loved and would miss, but wondered if they would miss her. Perhaps she wanted to be every woman, but failed to be all, she ultimately was just one … that of the arrogant and independent female, that of a panther girl.
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"Paradoxically, the Gorean, who seems to think so little of women in some respects, celebrates them extravagantly in others. The Gorean is extremely sensitive to beauty; it gladdens his heart, and his songs and art are often paeans to its glory."
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