Basaran came by today with his lass Dani. I am forever grateful to her for healing my wounds. Without her, I would have surely died. I do not think they expected to come in with me sitting defiantly on my bear fur rug. He made me promise I would stay in that foul bed until I healed, to which I told him he must remain safe. He failed in that, breaking the deal, so to the fur I went. The fur felt wonderful against my bare skin. So much more comfortable than beds like nobles and rich men used. I remember being taken to them too often. Each time I lie in one my memories drift to those times. I hate them, I only have it in my home for when Laayla (Ayla) and her man stayed there. Forgive me, her ex man, he had wondered off again, like.. well I won't put his name here, if my memory ever fades, I do not wish to remember.
While we three sat and spoke, I remained as I was when they walked in. It was too hard for me to get up and put a dress on to cover my bare form, my hair covered me anyway. That was when the most peculiar thing happened. Dani first took off her top, lieing down on the furs to feel their softness against her own bare skin, but shortly after, she had removed her leggings too. Although it was a shock to me, it brought joy to my heart to enjoy the furs against her skin as much as I do. It was not till I took this chance to tease Basa Captain that she then realized what she was doing. Pulling her clothes on quickly, she hid for some time behind a long tapestry I have hanging in my room. She is such a dear friend to me. I worried she felt like she had done wrong. The feel of the soft fur is something to be enjoyed. I was very happy to learn days latter that Basa had gotten his own furs for the floor. They are most enjoyable to roll around in.
