Time Stamp 38 Fall 513
The light of Syna was dim, the fat ball falling quickly beneath the horizon, as evening fell over Kenash. Slaves hurried back to their Master's plantations, or started working depending on what their duties were. If the slaves were on their way back to the plantation most would have a choice of their activities if their Masters were finished with their services. Either take care of personal duties such as laundry and cleaning their quarters or they could socialize amongst themselves. Some were even given the freedom to roam Kenash,if they were trusted.
This evening found a rather short slave girl moving through the streets, heading toward the river that would take her to Blacksugar Plantation. She held herself not with the same confident manner that she usually does, instead with a self-consciousness that was new for her. Perhaps it was because of her garments that she wore. Instead of the high collared, long sleeved serviceable unbleached linen dress that was rather shapeless on her she was dressed in what her Mistress thought was appropriate for her personal slave.
The blouse was simple and sleeveless, still unbleached linen but the cut looked more suited for her small frame then the large almost one size fit all cut of her former dress. The collar did not dip daringly low, instead stopped about four inches from her neck, leaving her shoulders and neck free. Her skirt fell to her knees, and was free enough to give her a good range of movements, but exposed her calves to her ankle before the sturdy leather shoes that hadn't been replace covered her feet.
Even her hair had been groomed, instead of being unruly and thick it had been cut. Not short, just enough to bring a little bit of health to her hair even if it was uneven and a little lopsided, seeing as how Katherine Morealis had no education in cutting hair before. All in all the slave did not like the new look, it made her feel like a dressed doll and it messed with her own personal view of herself. Shayna also, considering her Mistress' constant remarks on her lack of beauty, thinks it is just another way for Mistress Katherine to point out the obvious -that Shayna was never going to be considered highly prized for her beauty.
Around her waist was a belt, something that Shayna now almost cherished because Katherine had said it was hers. She had never had anything that someone referred to as hers before, other then in generalizing terms such as the bed was hers with the implications that it was temporarily hers until she was sold. It was a gardening kit, complete with gloves and seed packets. The gloves were still on her hands, though she slowly pulled them off. Her hands had healed, though given her line of duties and the constant immersion in dirt and soil it took the cuts longer. Mostly it had been bruises, though she had some scars where the whip had cracked her skin. Fortunately for Katherine who did not want anyone noticing her punishment on her slave this meant that it would take someone actually looking at her hand to notice these since they were in the creases of the fingers, unfortunately for Shayna it made her fingers a little stiff to open and close. However that will go away in time, once the scars finish forming.
Pushing her black hair behind her ear, green eyes surveying the streets before crossing, not wanting to get in the way of a carriage or horse. She was heading back to Blacksugar, back to another night of cleaning her clothing of the soil though thanks to the apron her Mistress had given her that wouldn't be as difficult as it might have been.
ℬThe light of Syna was dim, the fat ball falling quickly beneath the horizon, as evening fell over Kenash. Slaves hurried back to their Master's plantations, or started working depending on what their duties were. If the slaves were on their way back to the plantation most would have a choice of their activities if their Masters were finished with their services. Either take care of personal duties such as laundry and cleaning their quarters or they could socialize amongst themselves. Some were even given the freedom to roam Kenash,if they were trusted.
This evening found a rather short slave girl moving through the streets, heading toward the river that would take her to Blacksugar Plantation. She held herself not with the same confident manner that she usually does, instead with a self-consciousness that was new for her. Perhaps it was because of her garments that she wore. Instead of the high collared, long sleeved serviceable unbleached linen dress that was rather shapeless on her she was dressed in what her Mistress thought was appropriate for her personal slave.
The blouse was simple and sleeveless, still unbleached linen but the cut looked more suited for her small frame then the large almost one size fit all cut of her former dress. The collar did not dip daringly low, instead stopped about four inches from her neck, leaving her shoulders and neck free. Her skirt fell to her knees, and was free enough to give her a good range of movements, but exposed her calves to her ankle before the sturdy leather shoes that hadn't been replace covered her feet.
Even her hair had been groomed, instead of being unruly and thick it had been cut. Not short, just enough to bring a little bit of health to her hair even if it was uneven and a little lopsided, seeing as how Katherine Morealis had no education in cutting hair before. All in all the slave did not like the new look, it made her feel like a dressed doll and it messed with her own personal view of herself. Shayna also, considering her Mistress' constant remarks on her lack of beauty, thinks it is just another way for Mistress Katherine to point out the obvious -that Shayna was never going to be considered highly prized for her beauty.
Around her waist was a belt, something that Shayna now almost cherished because Katherine had said it was hers. She had never had anything that someone referred to as hers before, other then in generalizing terms such as the bed was hers with the implications that it was temporarily hers until she was sold. It was a gardening kit, complete with gloves and seed packets. The gloves were still on her hands, though she slowly pulled them off. Her hands had healed, though given her line of duties and the constant immersion in dirt and soil it took the cuts longer. Mostly it had been bruises, though she had some scars where the whip had cracked her skin. Fortunately for Katherine who did not want anyone noticing her punishment on her slave this meant that it would take someone actually looking at her hand to notice these since they were in the creases of the fingers, unfortunately for Shayna it made her fingers a little stiff to open and close. However that will go away in time, once the scars finish forming.
Pushing her black hair behind her ear, green eyes surveying the streets before crossing, not wanting to get in the way of a carriage or horse. She was heading back to Blacksugar, back to another night of cleaning her clothing of the soil though thanks to the apron her Mistress had given her that wouldn't be as difficult as it might have been.
