Time Stamp 51 Fall 513
The midday light was bright this Fall day, a little over half the season passed and the chill is a little more pronounced then before. A slight breeze stirred the air as the streets of Kenash were busy with the day's goings on. Though there was a hushed undertone, at least it seemed to the slave's ears as she moved quietly down the street. Just a few days ago some Rujaro were caught and summarily hanged, and then yesterday the ominous warning of the burned and broken wagon at the city gates had the freed people nervous, but also the slaves nervous. It did no good to no good to become Rujaro, for the punishment was high and after these events it seemed, at least to Shayna, as if the freed people were on edge. No, this did not bode well for the slaves who were not Rujaro, for the suspicion was always higher when those miserable cowards made their mischief.
Shayna had no love for those who ran off from their masters, for it just made her own life and goals harder and did not good for the runaways. In her mind they were simply too weak of mind to make the most of their circumstances, and took the cowards way out. So this day found her walking the streets, a basket of freshly picked herbs over her arm as she moved through the streets walking back toward BlackSugar Plantation to hang these for drying. The herbs were small, the last of the pitiful garden that Iora Mistress Katherine's simple minded Inarta servant had kept, and Shayna had no doubt that when the herbs she planted and tended came in Mistress Katherine will be well pleased.
Her thick black hair whose curls were tight and riotous, fought the simple band that the slave wound around a high ponytail to keep the thick mass off her neck and shoulders. Her face was average, sprinkled with freckles but marred with the slave brand of house Morealis, a triple pillar with a diamond over the top design on her cheek near her eye. The only two things that were remarkable about this slave is her short slim stature, and her green eyes whose irises were ringed with black to give her a wide-eyed look. However she enjoyed this, it meant that unless someone was specifically looking for her most never even noticed she was around.
The midday light was bright this Fall day, a little over half the season passed and the chill is a little more pronounced then before. A slight breeze stirred the air as the streets of Kenash were busy with the day's goings on. Though there was a hushed undertone, at least it seemed to the slave's ears as she moved quietly down the street. Just a few days ago some Rujaro were caught and summarily hanged, and then yesterday the ominous warning of the burned and broken wagon at the city gates had the freed people nervous, but also the slaves nervous. It did no good to no good to become Rujaro, for the punishment was high and after these events it seemed, at least to Shayna, as if the freed people were on edge. No, this did not bode well for the slaves who were not Rujaro, for the suspicion was always higher when those miserable cowards made their mischief.
Shayna had no love for those who ran off from their masters, for it just made her own life and goals harder and did not good for the runaways. In her mind they were simply too weak of mind to make the most of their circumstances, and took the cowards way out. So this day found her walking the streets, a basket of freshly picked herbs over her arm as she moved through the streets walking back toward BlackSugar Plantation to hang these for drying. The herbs were small, the last of the pitiful garden that Iora Mistress Katherine's simple minded Inarta servant had kept, and Shayna had no doubt that when the herbs she planted and tended came in Mistress Katherine will be well pleased.
Her thick black hair whose curls were tight and riotous, fought the simple band that the slave wound around a high ponytail to keep the thick mass off her neck and shoulders. Her face was average, sprinkled with freckles but marred with the slave brand of house Morealis, a triple pillar with a diamond over the top design on her cheek near her eye. The only two things that were remarkable about this slave is her short slim stature, and her green eyes whose irises were ringed with black to give her a wide-eyed look. However she enjoyed this, it meant that unless someone was specifically looking for her most never even noticed she was around.
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