Time Stamp: 43rd Winter 513
It was cold, no doubt about it now. While it did not get to the frigid temperatures that it did in places like Riverfall or Syliras, it still got cool enough to make it uncomfortable. On top of that it was still humid in the swamp, only now it is almost like being wrapped in a wet cold blanket. Cloaks and coats were donned, and while some still spent time in places such as the Black Swan Pond, more often people were found gathering in doors.
Her owner was not pleased with the colder weather, but fortunately it won't get so cold that it would drive him south. Having a Dhani for a master has proven to be odd, though not as scary as she had feared it might. However he treated her well, provided she do as he asked, which she was more then willing to do. Today she was on a mission to ferret out information in a way only a slave with an observant eye could. Despite the fact that her owner did not think she was ugly or plain, her height and appearance were rarely something people noticed. It was easy for freeborn or Dynasty to over look her if she wasn't in the way, which meant she could hear information that other more vertically inclined slaves might not.
So today she finds herself walking the streets of Kenash, her dark blue breeches that he had purchased for her the day he bought her keeping her legs warm and the sturdy leather boots encased her feet that was only just starting to show a little wear. She was walking along the west bank, it was not in the more expensive elite part of Kenash so she didn't have to look busy or in a hurry. Her slaves brand on her neck showed her to be a part of Kenash so no one harassed her.
There was another slave, an older man who seemed like he was looking for something or someone. Shayna slowed to a stop, watching the way he looked this way and that, observing how he kept putting his hands into the pockets of his coat. It looked to her as if he was being antsy, so she turned and leaned against a tree, bending as if she was going to tie her shoe. She was not at all good at this being stealthy business, and it seemed as if she didn't need to be. A dynasty child ran up to him and tugged on his worn coat. Apparently he was simply sent to pick up a child, which would have filled her with anxiety as well. Dynasty children could be horrible to slaves, but this one didn't seem to since she took his hand, plopped her thumb in her mouth and grinned around it up at him. Shayna smiled before standing and moving on.
It was cold, no doubt about it now. While it did not get to the frigid temperatures that it did in places like Riverfall or Syliras, it still got cool enough to make it uncomfortable. On top of that it was still humid in the swamp, only now it is almost like being wrapped in a wet cold blanket. Cloaks and coats were donned, and while some still spent time in places such as the Black Swan Pond, more often people were found gathering in doors.
Her owner was not pleased with the colder weather, but fortunately it won't get so cold that it would drive him south. Having a Dhani for a master has proven to be odd, though not as scary as she had feared it might. However he treated her well, provided she do as he asked, which she was more then willing to do. Today she was on a mission to ferret out information in a way only a slave with an observant eye could. Despite the fact that her owner did not think she was ugly or plain, her height and appearance were rarely something people noticed. It was easy for freeborn or Dynasty to over look her if she wasn't in the way, which meant she could hear information that other more vertically inclined slaves might not.
So today she finds herself walking the streets of Kenash, her dark blue breeches that he had purchased for her the day he bought her keeping her legs warm and the sturdy leather boots encased her feet that was only just starting to show a little wear. She was walking along the west bank, it was not in the more expensive elite part of Kenash so she didn't have to look busy or in a hurry. Her slaves brand on her neck showed her to be a part of Kenash so no one harassed her.
There was another slave, an older man who seemed like he was looking for something or someone. Shayna slowed to a stop, watching the way he looked this way and that, observing how he kept putting his hands into the pockets of his coat. It looked to her as if he was being antsy, so she turned and leaned against a tree, bending as if she was going to tie her shoe. She was not at all good at this being stealthy business, and it seemed as if she didn't need to be. A dynasty child ran up to him and tugged on his worn coat. Apparently he was simply sent to pick up a child, which would have filled her with anxiety as well. Dynasty children could be horrible to slaves, but this one didn't seem to since she took his hand, plopped her thumb in her mouth and grinned around it up at him. Shayna smiled before standing and moving on.
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