Laena<br/><br/>Laena gently soothed her Mistress for short while longer, then, realizing Gaiana was completely absorbed in her work, she retreated to her pillow to watch. She had never had the pleasure of learning how to use ink on paper to make sounds, in fact in her birthplace such an art was unknown completely. The slave had seen it in practice a few times during her travels with her different Masters, but she had never been so close to someone doing it, nor able to sit and watch. The flowing lines mesmerized her and as she sat and watched her Mistress, she felt a pang of sadness, remembering all the time she had spent as a child watching her mother grind herbs.<br/><br/>Her musing was interrupted as her Mistress turned to her and spoke. She immediately got the lantern and led the way from the workroom to their chambers. When Gaiana touched her shoulder in the hallway, she felt the patch of skin tighten into goosebumps. "You're welcome, Madame." She spoke softly and with a slight accent, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered at the praise. She continued to lead the way down the hallway and when they arrived, Laena went to get everything set just the way her Mistress liked it.<br/><br/>Once she had completed her tasks of lighting the oil and arranging the pillows just so, she went to help her Mistress undress for bed. This was usually the best part of her day, because she revered the shape of her Mistress' body so much. She had had fantasies of rubbing her hands gently up the soft skin, stopping only to explore more sensitive areas, just to her Mistress' approval. Instead, she gently took the cloth garment from her Mistress' body, and went to replace it with a lighter night shift, hesitating only a moment to take a quick look at the amazing silhouette in front of her. She quickly turned away, hoping she hadn't been caught in her hesitation, knowing it was disrespectful to stare the way she had.