Timestamp: 32nd of Summer, 513 AV
To begin a day at the Lariat Estate was something completely different than the life Svasra had lived within the frost of Avanthal. It was not a simple action of rising from her furs, and piling on some clothing. It was much more calculated, and a genuine process to obtain an appearance worthy of Miss Elena's presence. From the moment her ever-changing eyes flickered open, being awoken early by request of her lady-ship, Svasra worked with a smooth, and growing familiar, pattern.
It began with cleaning her face, the water cold, but refreshing within the early bells of the morning. The water reached her face as successfully as it managed to wash the wisp of a sleeping gown she managed to buy early in the season, seeing as her previous ones were much to heavy for the heat of Lhavitan Summer. Scrubbing it with a meagre bar of soap, and a provided towel, Svasra hurried to run a brush through her silky hair, untangling the black threads as they dimly glittered in the light provided from the window. Having dropped into the habit of washing her body at night before bed, it saved time in the mornings when Elena decided that the usual bell she requested her personal companion was not quite to her taste.
With slight hesitance, Svasra managed to wrap herself in a few select pieces of coloured fabric over-top a pale green slip, vibrant green threads shot with subtle gold that sparkled like the streaks in her hair under the right lighting. She had worn the exact same outfit a few days ago, and no doubt Miss Elena would comment on such, but until she managed to receive her Seasonal Pay, any variation in clothing would have to wait. It took only two times of re-wrapping after glancing towards her reflection and realizing that it would fall, an improvement from the five it took the previous morning.
Arranging her hair to settle more calmly about her shoulders, Svasra gave a studied glance at her reflection. From the subtle comments, and teasing jests of Miss Lariat, Svasra quickly learned how the woman requested her improve some aspect she noticed was not up to her visual standard. Her face remained plain and unassuming, to emphasize her innocence and bring attention to her eyes, or so Elena always said whimsically.
A dab of perfume on the small spot at the base of her throat, and the inside of her wrists, Svasra took a brief moment to appreciate the gentle scent of local flora that had been concentrated into the mixture. She was beginning to run low though, and made note to see if purchasing more was an option as her money purse was feeling the squeeze of travelling more acutely than ever.
Breathing out slowly, Svasra composed her straying thoughts and put on slippers that she was to wear around the house ("less obtrusive on my ears than those silly clunking shoes"). This job, of personal companion, was much different than Svasra had first imagined. From errand girl, to cleaning maid, to taster, to helping her do her hair, Svasra had not expected the keen attention that Elena sometimes subjected the young Vantha to. She couldn't help but feel the slightest unease whenever the mistress closed in much more near than she hoped, a liquid purr requesting some odd boon as though Svasra had any choice, whether it be as simple as arranging pillows, or as sensuous as any of the fancies that Elena could imagine. Svasra often weaselled her way out of such requests, though, as Elena seemed to enjoy her embarrassment and any witty decline just as much, if not more, than if she ever agreed to it.
Knocking softly on Elena's quarters, Svasra entered a pause later after a gentle hail of "Enter" came from within. Dropping into a respectful curtsy, Svasra tried to ignore the hum of another companion, Elena close to his ear, whispering some sort of tease as he only chuckled at the correct times.
"Ria, come, join us," Elena called languidly. Trying not to wince at the nick-name, conceived from when Svasra told her a story of when she had been stolen from, and lied to the young child that had taken her pastry that her name was Ria ("Oh, I quite like that one .... Ria ..." Her voice had rolled the 'r' with much more pleasure than Svasra thought was possible). Svasra had no choice but to settle beside Elena on her divan, sitting carefully straight as Elena sent the man on an errand, as that was what she apparently needed to lean in so close for.
"How was your sleep?" she asked, though her tone gave way how much she was actually concerned of such, as Svasra appeared well-rested and carefully groomed.
"Very well, Miss Elena," Svasra responded with a smile, her exotic lilt always causing a shadow of a grin pass over Elena's expression.
"I do believe it would have been better had I been there, no?" Elena added nonchalantly, rewarded with a quick flush as Svasra quickly made to respond.
"Of course."
"Perhaps tonight."
" ... I do not think you .... plan of, ah, much sleep." Such a comment elicited a pleased laugh from Elena, who seemed happy whenever Svasra made such suggestions, as though the Snowsong was a personal apprentice to seduction.
Svasra couldn't help but release a small laugh herself at Elena's twinkling mirth, a bell that pealed regally in the crisp morning, a purr just lingering on its corners. As much as she might say that the job was not what she expected, Svasra could not deny the joy she got out of it nonetheless.
Note: "Svasra speaking Vani", "Svasra speaking Common"
To begin a day at the Lariat Estate was something completely different than the life Svasra had lived within the frost of Avanthal. It was not a simple action of rising from her furs, and piling on some clothing. It was much more calculated, and a genuine process to obtain an appearance worthy of Miss Elena's presence. From the moment her ever-changing eyes flickered open, being awoken early by request of her lady-ship, Svasra worked with a smooth, and growing familiar, pattern.
It began with cleaning her face, the water cold, but refreshing within the early bells of the morning. The water reached her face as successfully as it managed to wash the wisp of a sleeping gown she managed to buy early in the season, seeing as her previous ones were much to heavy for the heat of Lhavitan Summer. Scrubbing it with a meagre bar of soap, and a provided towel, Svasra hurried to run a brush through her silky hair, untangling the black threads as they dimly glittered in the light provided from the window. Having dropped into the habit of washing her body at night before bed, it saved time in the mornings when Elena decided that the usual bell she requested her personal companion was not quite to her taste.
With slight hesitance, Svasra managed to wrap herself in a few select pieces of coloured fabric over-top a pale green slip, vibrant green threads shot with subtle gold that sparkled like the streaks in her hair under the right lighting. She had worn the exact same outfit a few days ago, and no doubt Miss Elena would comment on such, but until she managed to receive her Seasonal Pay, any variation in clothing would have to wait. It took only two times of re-wrapping after glancing towards her reflection and realizing that it would fall, an improvement from the five it took the previous morning.
Arranging her hair to settle more calmly about her shoulders, Svasra gave a studied glance at her reflection. From the subtle comments, and teasing jests of Miss Lariat, Svasra quickly learned how the woman requested her improve some aspect she noticed was not up to her visual standard. Her face remained plain and unassuming, to emphasize her innocence and bring attention to her eyes, or so Elena always said whimsically.
A dab of perfume on the small spot at the base of her throat, and the inside of her wrists, Svasra took a brief moment to appreciate the gentle scent of local flora that had been concentrated into the mixture. She was beginning to run low though, and made note to see if purchasing more was an option as her money purse was feeling the squeeze of travelling more acutely than ever.
Breathing out slowly, Svasra composed her straying thoughts and put on slippers that she was to wear around the house ("less obtrusive on my ears than those silly clunking shoes"). This job, of personal companion, was much different than Svasra had first imagined. From errand girl, to cleaning maid, to taster, to helping her do her hair, Svasra had not expected the keen attention that Elena sometimes subjected the young Vantha to. She couldn't help but feel the slightest unease whenever the mistress closed in much more near than she hoped, a liquid purr requesting some odd boon as though Svasra had any choice, whether it be as simple as arranging pillows, or as sensuous as any of the fancies that Elena could imagine. Svasra often weaselled her way out of such requests, though, as Elena seemed to enjoy her embarrassment and any witty decline just as much, if not more, than if she ever agreed to it.
Knocking softly on Elena's quarters, Svasra entered a pause later after a gentle hail of "Enter" came from within. Dropping into a respectful curtsy, Svasra tried to ignore the hum of another companion, Elena close to his ear, whispering some sort of tease as he only chuckled at the correct times.
"Ria, come, join us," Elena called languidly. Trying not to wince at the nick-name, conceived from when Svasra told her a story of when she had been stolen from, and lied to the young child that had taken her pastry that her name was Ria ("Oh, I quite like that one .... Ria ..." Her voice had rolled the 'r' with much more pleasure than Svasra thought was possible). Svasra had no choice but to settle beside Elena on her divan, sitting carefully straight as Elena sent the man on an errand, as that was what she apparently needed to lean in so close for.
"How was your sleep?" she asked, though her tone gave way how much she was actually concerned of such, as Svasra appeared well-rested and carefully groomed.
"Very well, Miss Elena," Svasra responded with a smile, her exotic lilt always causing a shadow of a grin pass over Elena's expression.
"I do believe it would have been better had I been there, no?" Elena added nonchalantly, rewarded with a quick flush as Svasra quickly made to respond.
"Of course."
"Perhaps tonight."
" ... I do not think you .... plan of, ah, much sleep." Such a comment elicited a pleased laugh from Elena, who seemed happy whenever Svasra made such suggestions, as though the Snowsong was a personal apprentice to seduction.
Svasra couldn't help but release a small laugh herself at Elena's twinkling mirth, a bell that pealed regally in the crisp morning, a purr just lingering on its corners. As much as she might say that the job was not what she expected, Svasra could not deny the joy she got out of it nonetheless.
Note: "Svasra speaking Vani", "Svasra speaking Common"
