by Melenna on June 18th, 2013, 1:25 am
Melenna had been leisurely enjoying the day, sprawled out on a rather plain bed. She had learned not to mind the small room with its equally plain furniture—privacy was a wonderful thing to have, and it was a commodity most slaves didn't get. Thus, when a familiar rapping came on her door, she was slow to answer it, taking care to pat down a few stray hairs and to adjust the yoke of her dress. By pure reflex, she had smiled at the dark haired woman that stood before her, only nodding at the news and thanking Tuuli for delivering the message. She had learned not to take most of the things Tuuli said in relation to Valerius seriously—he was neither a perfect god nor a pointlessly cruel man.
But Melenna still had to spite the jealous slave somehow. When selecting her clothes for the outing, she chose a “nice” dress, but one that was smoldering red with a neckline that asked a few more questions than it ought to. It was made of satin and sleeveless, utterly plain without feminine curves to fill it. The one adornment it did have was a rose embroidered ribbon tied just below the bust, leaving the rest of the dress to fold as it liked along her hips and ankles. It was a daring venture for a slave, but a style she was not unfamiliar nor uncomfortable in. She was too graceful, too proud to be a harlot and too confident in Valerius's cold nature to be embarrassed.
When the konti finally made her way to Valerius, his greeting was kinder than she had expected. She was in a fabulous mood after having paraded herself in front of Tuuli, and had to keep herself from laughing before he even finished his explanations. Once her mirth died down enough for her to maintain a more stoic expression, she allowed herself a moment to take the man in, getting a better sense of his mood and intentions. He was dressed as immaculately as always, so tense that she was sure his back was throbbing (if he was still capable of feeling, at any rate), but there was something about the warm air, the smell of laziness that made him seem more pleasant. She could, for the briefest moment, imagine him unbuttoning his collar and slumping in his seat as he read a good book.
But that was only a moment, and Valerius did have an end to his patience. Melenna offered a deep curtsey, but couldn't help her bright smile. “I was told that I am to fight in the pit today, and thus find it needful to request your harp in order to defend myself. If that is too much to ask, however, I do not fear loss—I am still armed with my charm. I also agree that it is not meet to break your radiance with a needless sweat and look forward to accompanying you on a boat.”
OoC: Sorry for the wait! Internet issues and stuff has made it difficult to get on Mizahar.
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