70th of Summer, 514 AV
It was odd looking around at this place, this space that the tall woman looked upon with tired but proud grey eyes. The lab was not overly large in terms of working space; about as large as her home in Zeltiva had been though the other rooms made it a larger affair most certainly. The work area though, to Anna that was the centerpiece of the entire lab to the point where it outshined even her room. The thing that resounded most as a chord within her, gazing upon it so, was that it was something she had carved out herself through her time upon Sahova.
Over half a year, really that did not see like such a long time but to Anna it had seemed like decades had already passed her by. The sorceress ran her long pale fingers along the stone table in the middle of the lab, closing her eyes and exhaling softly. It wasn’t enough of course, enough was never enough to the Chaon but for now it would suffice. For now she had the tools on hand to prove herself to the Citadel and begin to climb to the heights of the Sahovan Wizardry. The curtain had fallen upon the second act of this play, now it was up to her to write the script for the acts to come.
Anna was dressed rather commonly today, her fancy having been taken by dressing how she would have without the need for worry of a public image. A simple tunic and trousers were her adornments, the cool stone beneath her bare feet sending a light shiver up her spine. Her hair was bound in a high ponytail, black bangs framing her face ever so. Wrapped around her right ring finger was a silver ring encrusted in rubies, the sigil that of a burning scroll. The sorceress was loath to ever remove the ring, her chain and collar to the island but here it gave her power. Ironic really, when one thought about it.
“Randjaq-Djunn.” Anna whispered under her breath before shaking such thoughts from her mind.
The tall woman picked up the two bowls she had placed upon the stone table, one containing her food for the day and the other her slave’s fare. Both were comparable honestly, however the sorceress noted hers was possessed of a bit more variety than Alva’s was. The majority was fish, Kovinus Koi, which had become a favored delicacy for the sorceress however the odd berries were mixed in here and there. It was hardly the best of meals or most substantial but considering the rarity of food upon Sahova the sorceress counted herself lucky to get that much. Alva’s looked to be Thorn Hare meat and nothing else, simplistic enough.
The tall woman pushed open the metal door that led to her personal quarters, the soft glow of the magelights common to Sahova illuminating the room. Her room was comparable in size to the lab itself, a fact she attributed to her connections with Amaryllis. To an outsider the room was nothing special, but to Anna and likely a good deal of pulsers it was an oft dreamed of luxury. The fact she actually had a bed rather than a harsh mat like in the Quarters was a massive leap forward, sleeping on it for the first time she had gotten her first bit of sleep without nightmares in a long while. Of course, given what tasks she used Alva for, the slave also got to partake of it normally.
Anna set her own meal upon the small table tucked into the corner and smirked, gazing around for the other woman. The dark haired woman was in an extremely favorable mood today and it showed, she even had a few ideas for how Alva could be useful today aside from other functions. Alva had thus far not caused Anna to regret purchasing her; hopefully the slave could very well continue that streak. For now the tall woman figured she’d have a bit more fun with her.
“Alva, my pet, do come here. I can only imagine how hungry you must be. Sahova can be quiet devastating to one’s diet after all.” The sorceress offered, her tone smooth like honey.
Rather than set the slave’s meal on the table Anna opted to set it on the floor next to the table before seating herself down. The sorceress rather did so enjoy little petty humiliations here and there, the process of breaking a slave was far more fun than she would have first expected. All throughout this the tall woman would smile her normal arrogant smile at the slave, grey eyes twinkling in dark amusement.
“So tell me, Alva, how do you like the new quarters? Rather an improvement over my last, no?” The sorceress inquired.
It was odd looking around at this place, this space that the tall woman looked upon with tired but proud grey eyes. The lab was not overly large in terms of working space; about as large as her home in Zeltiva had been though the other rooms made it a larger affair most certainly. The work area though, to Anna that was the centerpiece of the entire lab to the point where it outshined even her room. The thing that resounded most as a chord within her, gazing upon it so, was that it was something she had carved out herself through her time upon Sahova.
Over half a year, really that did not see like such a long time but to Anna it had seemed like decades had already passed her by. The sorceress ran her long pale fingers along the stone table in the middle of the lab, closing her eyes and exhaling softly. It wasn’t enough of course, enough was never enough to the Chaon but for now it would suffice. For now she had the tools on hand to prove herself to the Citadel and begin to climb to the heights of the Sahovan Wizardry. The curtain had fallen upon the second act of this play, now it was up to her to write the script for the acts to come.
Anna was dressed rather commonly today, her fancy having been taken by dressing how she would have without the need for worry of a public image. A simple tunic and trousers were her adornments, the cool stone beneath her bare feet sending a light shiver up her spine. Her hair was bound in a high ponytail, black bangs framing her face ever so. Wrapped around her right ring finger was a silver ring encrusted in rubies, the sigil that of a burning scroll. The sorceress was loath to ever remove the ring, her chain and collar to the island but here it gave her power. Ironic really, when one thought about it.
“Randjaq-Djunn.” Anna whispered under her breath before shaking such thoughts from her mind.
The tall woman picked up the two bowls she had placed upon the stone table, one containing her food for the day and the other her slave’s fare. Both were comparable honestly, however the sorceress noted hers was possessed of a bit more variety than Alva’s was. The majority was fish, Kovinus Koi, which had become a favored delicacy for the sorceress however the odd berries were mixed in here and there. It was hardly the best of meals or most substantial but considering the rarity of food upon Sahova the sorceress counted herself lucky to get that much. Alva’s looked to be Thorn Hare meat and nothing else, simplistic enough.
The tall woman pushed open the metal door that led to her personal quarters, the soft glow of the magelights common to Sahova illuminating the room. Her room was comparable in size to the lab itself, a fact she attributed to her connections with Amaryllis. To an outsider the room was nothing special, but to Anna and likely a good deal of pulsers it was an oft dreamed of luxury. The fact she actually had a bed rather than a harsh mat like in the Quarters was a massive leap forward, sleeping on it for the first time she had gotten her first bit of sleep without nightmares in a long while. Of course, given what tasks she used Alva for, the slave also got to partake of it normally.
Anna set her own meal upon the small table tucked into the corner and smirked, gazing around for the other woman. The dark haired woman was in an extremely favorable mood today and it showed, she even had a few ideas for how Alva could be useful today aside from other functions. Alva had thus far not caused Anna to regret purchasing her; hopefully the slave could very well continue that streak. For now the tall woman figured she’d have a bit more fun with her.
“Alva, my pet, do come here. I can only imagine how hungry you must be. Sahova can be quiet devastating to one’s diet after all.” The sorceress offered, her tone smooth like honey.
Rather than set the slave’s meal on the table Anna opted to set it on the floor next to the table before seating herself down. The sorceress rather did so enjoy little petty humiliations here and there, the process of breaking a slave was far more fun than she would have first expected. All throughout this the tall woman would smile her normal arrogant smile at the slave, grey eyes twinkling in dark amusement.
“So tell me, Alva, how do you like the new quarters? Rather an improvement over my last, no?” The sorceress inquired.
