18th of Autumn 514 AV
One bell before midday and already Kaitanu had done almost a full day's work. There had been much to do about the plantation, and though the relatively new slave was getting the hang of routines some wrench or other was always being tossed into the gears. Kaitanu's main task was to make sure everything under his control went smoothly, thereby avoiding punishment. Even Edmund Morealis, even-tempered as he seemed to be, would probably beat his personal servant if he made too many mistakes. That was an expected consequence of failure. However, as long as any problems remained behind the scenes, and the master wasn't troubled by them, Kaitanu would be safe.
The young kelvic slave had so far escaped major punishment, and had even been commended on more than one occasion for his work. The contrast between his life at Blacksugar and that which came before was quite stark, and for the first time in his life the slave was not tucked away inside his own mind. A heavy numbness still hung about him, but Kaitanu's real self was just starting to wake up and peek out. He began to feel the beginnings of curiosity for its own sake, especially concerning those around him. What was more, that faint desire to know wasn't fading quickly, like it usually did.
At the moment, he was wondering about Master Edmund's mercenary, Harkon, and finding that he still wondered. Even after waiting a full twenty minutes for the hired man outside the servants' entrance, Kaitanu's thoughts kept diverting to him, and to others he had met since coming to Blacksugar. It startled the kelvic to realize that he was actually trying to figure out what made others act and speak the way they did. Everything centered in his musings on Master Edmund's unaccountably mild behavior and fanned out from there, encompassing others at the plantation and beyond. He had always assumed that everyone around him was either a mindless slave, like himself, or a cruel, sadistic master. So far his world had consisted of black and close shades of gray. In his fractured mind an idea was glimmering, just beyond the horizon, that life was not merely pain and absence of pain, and people might not be so clearly divided between drudges and sadists.
As yet, Kaitanu didn't really know what to think of Harkon, much less anyone else, but the mercenary was foremost in his mind at the moment. Standing in the shade of the ornamental trees that lined the gravel walkway, he peered down the path with a thoughtful expression in his startling blue-green eyes. Given how empty they usually were, this was an accomplishment. Kaitanu was wondering if this mercenary, whom he had barely met once, was a cruel man or not. He didn't know if Harkon would offhandedly cuff him about the ears if he wasn't fast enough, or if Master Edmund would have lifted so much as an elegant eyebrow if he knew. Beyond that usual train of thought, Kaitanu wondered why the mercenary chose his line of work, and why he decided to serve Master Edmund. Had he any home or family? Not that Kaitanu would have dared to ask, but the fact that he wanted to know, and kept wanting, was a significant breakthrough.
The moment he saw Harkon appear down the path, however, Kaitanu's instinctive fear made his brain shift into its more mechanical cycles. Get the job done, avoid pain and punishment. His desire for further knowledge ebbed away somewhere to a dark corner, and his pale face took on its usual submissive, almost blank expression. It was the look of any well-trained slave when approached by a non-slave, who was automatically their superior in every way.
Unless Harkon was able or even wished to see past the familiar mask, Kaitanu would appear to him to be utterly composed and put-together. Only little things would have given him away, like his reflexively clutching the satchel at his side, or the way he seemed to go very still as the taller man got closer.