Lesbian: A Lesbian Life Worth Repairing by Astrid Seguin

Author:Astrid Seguin [Seguin, Astrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-15T22:00:00+00:00

Biao Tanu

Lorrine woke slowly. First she became aware of her bladder. It intruded into her dreams, making her realize that peeing in the dream didn't help. Then she started feeling her aching feet and legs. Then she recognized that she was dreaming, and if she didn't quit trying to pee in the dream, she was going to wet the bed. And she hadn't wet the bed since she was tiny. Oh, how her mother would beat her if she wet the bed now!

Lorrine woke fully with the sheer ridiculousness of that thought. And once awake, she realized that her bladder really was full, and if she didn't find a place to void it immediately, she was going to have a problem. So she got out of the bed and looked underneath it, heaving a huge sigh of relief when she saw a proper chamber pot. Whew. No peeing the bed for her!

Bladder empty, Lorrine looked around herself curiously. She could barely remember her arrival here. She remembered a huge temple that looked like an Ancient relic, and a priestess, and a whole lot of white light. But she had no clear memories, and no real notion of where she was now in the immense structure she remembered seeing. From the looks of the light spilling into the small, plain room from outside, it was late afternoon. She must have slept a tremendous long time.

Lorrine found her boots and put them on, wincing as they came in contact with the raw spots from blisters. She felt reasonably certain she hadn't been the one to take them off. Good thing that priestess was kind. Sleeping in one's boots was a miserable thing.

She ventured out of the room and found herself in a small, plain hallway that didn't match with her fuzzy recollection of the grandeur of the main temple. But that made sense. After all, many religious folk lived a simple, humble life.

She smelled food. Mouth watering, Lorrine followed the smell of the food through the hallway, past several doors, around three corners, and into a kitchen.

"Ah, perfect timing," the priestess said, as she lifted a big pot pie out of the oven on an ovenboard. "I was wondering when you'd wake."

"Thank you for helping me," Lorrine said. "I was beginning to think I'd die on the road, and my corpse would keep on walking."

"Entirely possible, with a geas of that strength," the priestess nodded. "I'm surprised. Normally I wouldn't help a Dargasi infidel, but normally a Dargasi infidel wouldn't be out and about, walking the outside lands with a hideously strong geas. Will you tell me what happened, while we wait for supper to cool?"

"Certainly, if you'll tell me why you think me an infidel. After all, we've only just met."

The priestess laughed. "Which reminds me. I am Adele. What's your name?"

"Lorrine. So? Why term me infidel, knowing as little of me as you do?"

"Easy enough answer. You are Dargasi. All Dargasi are infidels, for not a single one of you recognizes the power of Biao Tanu.

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