Winter 18th, 489 AV
Lacerta was having a bad day. She was stiff, uptight, and not open to any sorts of orders anybody would give her. Honestly, she just wanted to be alone… and maybe do some cooking. She’d gotten attached to the kitchen, as odd as it sounded, and preferred making bread rather than ‘serving’ out in the open world. However… dinner was coming up, and she was expected to wait at one of the tables. She hated doing that, and today was worse than normal, considering that another family was over for a political meeting. It meant she would have to be on her ‘best behavior’ as some said, but that just made her even more jittery. She hated being told what to do, and after over seven years of living in Kenash… she was so tired of the place. She wanted out, she wanted to get back to her music and sailing and freedom. However, each day showed her how hard it would be to get out of this. If she did try to run away… where would she go? She was so far away from the city, and if she was there… what then? She still had this dammed collar, which itched and irritated her every day. And how to get out of Kenash? Escape was impossible, for the moment… there’d have to be some kind of miracle to get her out of here. But she had time to wait for a miracle. She had lots of time.
She was dressed in nice clothes that were not her own, rather a stingkitchen, as odd as it sounded, and preferred making bread rather than ‘serving’ out in the open world. However… dinner was coming up, and she was expected to wait at one of the tables. She hated doing that, and today was worse than normal, considering that another family was over for a political meeting. It meant she would have to be on her ‘best behavior’ as some said, but that just made her even more jittery. She hated being told what to do, and after over seven years of living in Kenash… she was so tired of the place. She wanted out, she wanted to get back to her music and sailing and freedom. However, each day showed her how hard it would be to get out of this. If she did try to run away… where would she go? She was so far away from the city, and if she was there… what then? She still had this dammed collar, which itched and irritated her every day. And how to get out of Kenash? Escape was impossible, for the moment… there’d have to be some kind of miracle to get her out of here. But she had time to wait for a miracle. She had lots of time.
She was dressed in nice clothes that were not her own, rather a dress that looked pretty enough, but was incredibly uncomfortable. And she hated dresses… incredibly impractical. Though she didn’t mind looking nice once in a while, you couldn’t sail in a dress… so she’d never bothered to buy one. And you couldn’t look truly pretty, even with six arms, dark skin and several inches more than the tallest man in the room…. Not with a metal ring around your neck. However, as tempting as it was to mess with her ‘masters’, she knew it would just end badly for her. There was little she could do for revenge without getting some form of punishment. Instead, she tugged irritably at the ring around her neck, until a platter of steaming soup was shoved into her hands. The first course. Taking it delicately but carefully, she shifted the ladle’s position slightly before marching out of the kitchen with an air of annoyance. When she entered the room, among a few other servers, she saw the visiting family’s eyebrows raise. Though practically everyone knew of the Rajor Dynasty’s famed Ethaefal, they always loved to see her. However, since the sun had long disappeared over the horizon, they didn’t get the treat of seeing her full celestial form.
Taking the ladle in one of her free six hands, she moved over to the head of the table… the Head herself. Knowing to not anger the Dhani, Lacerta simply ducked her head and followed the slave before her, waiting for her turn to ladle the hot liquid into an empty bowl. Once the wine pourer had finished measuring out the exact amount of alcohol the constrictor wanted, the Eth took her place, carefully letting the thick soup dribble into the bowl. “Faster slave!” came a sharp order from somewhere, and the sailor quickly reacted, finishing off the scoop. Once the head nodded, she moved on to the next person to serve, feeling more tense and stressed than ever. She honestly hated serving. It made her feel so… low. But she was an Ethaefal, and would never, ever bow down to anyone. Ever. She may seem like a slave to these people, but would never consider herself as one. She didn’t give the look of an unbroken slave, but she certainly had the mentality of one… and that was something she planned on hiding for a while.
The next Rajor was Tressyl… her least favorite of all the Dynasty. He smirked as she approached, taking a delicate sip of his fresh-pored wine. She really, really hated this Dhani… almost as much as she hated Apus. But this hatred was more constant, since she always saw the Rajor. In her general irritation and annoyance, her arm slipped, and the soup went all over the man’s arms… oh great. She stared at the mess as Tressyl screeched in rage. He grabbed one of her arms, and she had just enough sense to quickly dump the ceramic pot of soup onto the table before reacting. Most of the family had been sensible enough not to touch her, but she was in a bad, stressed mood… a free hand lashed out and smashed awkwardly into the constrictor’s face. It hurt her wrist as well, but probably did more damage to the Rajor’s nose…
The yelling grew louder, and immediately she regretted her decision. Everything was in a mad flurry, but the Dhani was up, hitting her, someone grabbed her and dragged her away… but she wasn’t really focusing by then. A sharp blow had rendered her semi-concious, not really aware of what was going on around her. However, she did know one thing… she was in trouble. Big, big trouble. Tressyl would make her pay, half in revenge and the other half for the sheer fun of it.