Time Stamp: 77 Fall 513
The moon was high in the sky as the late fall air resounds with the night sounds of the swamp. The smell of wet moss was cloying this time of year, as Fall slowly ticks past toward Winter. This late in the evening there is few people out and about, the streets are quiet save for the very occasional slave on a late night errand. Outside the Black Diamond Cosmetics the smells of the garden in the back come around to overpower the mossy smell. Smells of Lavender and sage was poignant, and the chill of the air did nothing to dampen these plants.
From the store front a slave exits the doorway, her feet silent on the stone as she leaves. In her hand is a small case, inside was filled with make-up that her Mistress Katherine Morealis had left behind. Some slaves might have been annoyed at having to go on a evening run, but not Shayna. Shayna is glad to have been given something more to do then grubbing around in the garden. To the slaves mind it means that her Mistress finally trusts her enough to send on an errand, and that is just one step higher on her goals.
The slave's black hair hung loose tonight, brushed but otherwise unadorned, her freckled face unpainted and the only thing of note about her physical appearance was her slight frame and her unusual green eyes. Otherwise she could be one of a million different slaves, and nothing sets her out..except her ambition. Shayna was ambitious, she didn't desire freedom for she knows that is unattainable, but she does desire to be higher in the caste of slaves, and for her owner to be powerful. If that meant helping Katherine Morealis gain power, then that is what Shayna would do.
Stepping back in the street, the small slave tucks the box of cosmetics under her arm, her eyes automatically scanning the streets and her surroundings.
The moon was high in the sky as the late fall air resounds with the night sounds of the swamp. The smell of wet moss was cloying this time of year, as Fall slowly ticks past toward Winter. This late in the evening there is few people out and about, the streets are quiet save for the very occasional slave on a late night errand. Outside the Black Diamond Cosmetics the smells of the garden in the back come around to overpower the mossy smell. Smells of Lavender and sage was poignant, and the chill of the air did nothing to dampen these plants.
From the store front a slave exits the doorway, her feet silent on the stone as she leaves. In her hand is a small case, inside was filled with make-up that her Mistress Katherine Morealis had left behind. Some slaves might have been annoyed at having to go on a evening run, but not Shayna. Shayna is glad to have been given something more to do then grubbing around in the garden. To the slaves mind it means that her Mistress finally trusts her enough to send on an errand, and that is just one step higher on her goals.
The slave's black hair hung loose tonight, brushed but otherwise unadorned, her freckled face unpainted and the only thing of note about her physical appearance was her slight frame and her unusual green eyes. Otherwise she could be one of a million different slaves, and nothing sets her out..except her ambition. Shayna was ambitious, she didn't desire freedom for she knows that is unattainable, but she does desire to be higher in the caste of slaves, and for her owner to be powerful. If that meant helping Katherine Morealis gain power, then that is what Shayna would do.
Stepping back in the street, the small slave tucks the box of cosmetics under her arm, her eyes automatically scanning the streets and her surroundings.
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