Scraps of Parchment 3

I was taken to Thentis. He, my Master thought it would be nice to show me what it is he does when he is gone for so long. I was content to be taken instead of left behind but I was left alone all the of the time I was there. Once or twice I was taken for a tarn ride over the mountain range it was beautiful. I can see why he loves his city but I am not that interested in it. Sure I was given blackwine, thick and syrupy caffinated goodness that it is.. and I enjoyed it, but that was only twice and it was to warm me after the tarn flights. I was up all night on those nights with nothing to do but think. Once upon a time I was rented by a paga den owner from Mallick to attract attention to his den. In that service I was given to spending long periods of time with The Scribe and Madeline. The Scribe and I have been friends for many many en'vars and have on more then one occasion settled into quiet contemplation in sprawl on the grass in a park or at the den. There has never been the call for sex and violence between me and the scribe. He was safe in the way that I knew I would not be violated upon arrival at his feet. I cared for him like he was a great friend, because he was. More often then not we would talk about random and normal stuff like I would speak to my other friends. About my Master, about his slave who was also my friend... The Scribe I miss. He became sick just before I left for Thentis. Tale being told he abandoned his slave and just vanished. Madeline now belongs to the woman who mothered one of the scribes sons so long ago. Catastrophe. A physician here in Ar. I have seen her since.. she is different, wounded in some way that will probabally never change. I heard tale of a certain floppy haired Scribe returning to Ar. I wonder of my friend has returned with him....