1st of Summer, 514 AV
Shipments had arrived late for the very first auction of the Summer season, and thus, Marshal Sitai had seen it fit to cancel the event altogether. Or rather, he would have if he had not received a single, extremely valuable object to be sold. An Ethaefal did not commonly grace the shores of Kenash, their rarity only matched by the extreme nature of their beauty. And though Marshal Sitai saw her in Syna's light as a Symenestra, when Leth had turned, he noted the true value that she held and was by no means inclined to postpone.
He could, after all, make just as much of a profit selling this one ware as he could selling a small shipment of slaves. A wry smile graced his features as he counted the total number of auction participants. It was but two in total, the description and price Marshal had set as the starting bid floating over the head of the majority of Kenash, some were repelled by the idea of a Symenestra, even if it was an Ethaefal, others believed it simply more valuable to buy slightly less beautiful, entirely human and cheaper slaves.
Three participants, each prominent and obvious of their status sat far from one another in the hall. Amarantha Morealis, Atia Konrath, and Zorane Lorak were each in different rows, waiting for Marshal Sita's most prized of wares to appear. They had each been sent by their house to investigate the rumours of an extremely valuable, rare slave. It was time for those rumours to be filled. A single smirk lay disguised beneath Marshal Sitai's bent form as he bowed to the participants as they entered.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all! Our lovely new shipment will be up momentarily. Please, be seated!"
An attendant as kneeling in front of Eida, who was, at the moment, enchained to the floor by both of her ankles, her cell in the Auction Hall slightly larger and more spacious than the rest, but her chain was no longer. She had very little room to move about, but as the attendant dabbed dirt from her face, she would find that it wouldn't matter anyway.
"Marshal times your auction perfectly, little spider. Less than a chime into your auction, the sun will set and the bids will grow... A genius, he is. Anyway, is that really Leth's mark? Your God didn't save you from this fate, did he? How sad."
A momentary chuckle escaped the attendant's lips before she made her way to removing the binds around Eida's ankles,
"We're going upstairs now. Take your time, your legs probably hurt. We don't like to sell damaged goods."
The attendant nudged Eida forward, her hands moving to the Ethaefal's waist, straightening and arranging her clothes so that she looked slightly more proper. Her shirt, a white, cotton creation, was tucked into her pants, held up by a very thin rope belt. She was not given shoes.
"There. You'll go to a nice family, I'm sure, 11. Maybe they'll even let you keep your name."
A chime later, Eida would be presented to the trio of buyers, three sets of eyes widening at the visage of a Symenestra,
"She's very pretty."
"Not bad for a spider."
"Hmmm."
Each of the buyers vocalized their thoughts, and Marshal grinned again before he said,
"Let's start the bidding at 1500 gold mizas."
"Aye."
"1600!"
"1650!"
Marshal Sitai was pleased.