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[Alea Davenport]

Winter 5th, 514
Nitrozian Estate

Alea had lost track of how long she'd been in Ravok. It had to have been several seasons at least, and so much time with nothing of note happening to her while being forced to do chores all day had dulled her spirit somewhat. She vaguely recalled her childhood, knowing she felt similarly, and yet remembering that she had the opportunity to dodge chores and go fishing, which means it must have been a better time back then. But her time in Ravok had overwritten much of her past, so that those years seemed like another life entirely. Whoever she was before, now she was just a resentful but obediant slave to the Nitrozians.

That was, until she saw the Jamoura.

For a moment, she thought she must be dreaming. A creature of the Spires in Ravok? Those two lives just didn't mix. Even so, the familiar sight awoke something in her, and she decided she didn't care if it was a dream.

With an indecipherable scream, she ran full tilt at the Jamoura, and leaped onto his back in a tackle that might have knocked over a lesser being. She wrapped her arms around its great neck, and tried biting him until the taste of fur made her spit. She was flashing back to so many images and feelings, even she didn't know if she was trying to fight the Jamoura or hug him.

[Bor]

The life in Ravok wasn't much different than in other cities for Bor. He was a slave, the people saw him as an beast and he gained his earning by heavy manual labor. The thing that was different was his master. Bor had always served a single person before, but now a family owned him. He had many masters, but for now he worked for Celia Nitrozian. Bor liked her because she didn't use whip.

The reason why Bor was at the Nitrozian Estate was because Celia didn't have use for him for now, so she had sent him to the Estate to help others. Nobody hadn't come to told him what to do so Bor had decided to stand and wait for orders. That was when he heard the scream.

Being used to screams Bor didn't even bother turn to the source of the noise. To his surprise something suddenly jumped on his back. Whatever it was, it was small, Bor could tell from the weight and the small arms that surrounded his neck. He felt something wet on his shoulder, was the thing trying to bite him? His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the spitting.

Bor tried to shake the creature of before reaching for his back with his huge hand. The creature was stuck on him like burdock, but he finally managed to remove it. The 'creature' turned out to be a woman when Bor held her infront of him with one arm. He frowned at her and asked ''Why did you jump on me?'' Bor was more than displeased by the sudden 'attack'.

[Alea Davenport]

Alea was not exactly surprised when she felt a great big hand lift her up. She considered it a good sign that he was talking to her, rather then throwing her at trees. To be fair though, that had only happened once, and she had learned since then that such behavior was anomalous for Jamoura. Still, this one was outside the Spires. It was a toss-up whether he was crazy or not.

When he questioned her motives, she tilted her head to the side and had to think about it for a bit. She was not much given to introspection, much less giving people satisfying answers to questions. With a mischievous smile threatening to climb onto her face, she answered, "Practice!"

With that, she put her arms up, wrapping them around the thick trunk the Jamoura had for a wrist. Then, with an effort, she tried getting her legs up as well. That took a little longer. She was out of practice, and the last time she had tried this was on a tree that wasn't moving. She eventually got it by swinging her legs back and forth for a little momentum, then kicking one of them high in the air (getting dangerously close to kicking her new furry friend in the face), and hooking said legs onto his arm. After that, it was a simple matter to bring her other leg up, and cling tightly to the Jamoura's arm. Good luck getting her off there now. Of course he could always smash her pretty good with his other hand, but she was counting on the Jamoura pacifism to prevent that.

[Bor]

''Practice?'' Bor asked as the woman grabbed his wrist with her hands. Next came the legs as she swung them to also wrap around his arm. She hang from his arm like a child would hang from a tree branch. Bor stared at the woman with confused look. He wasn't sure if the woman was crazy or not. He was sure that the woman was odd.

Not trying to plug the woman off as he thought she would simply do the same thing for his other arm Bor asked her a question ''What is your name?'' A sudden thought came to his mind that she could be a Nitrozian. ''You are not Nitrozian aren't you?'' A mistress like this could be quite troublesome. He looked around to see if anyone was watching their odd play.

[Alea Davenport]

Alea scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue at the suggestion that me might be a Nitrozian. "No, I'm a Davenport," she said defiantly, and a little too loudly. "Alea Davenport," she added in a more normal tone.

At that moment, she spotted a flash of dark hair disappearing behind a corner. Petch, she thought. That had been Tuuli, Valerius' other slave. The girl had set herself up as Alea's rival from the moment the two met, and now Alea was sure the other girl was about to go tattle on Alea about something she was doing wrong.

After a moment's thought, she decided not to worry about it. There was nothing she could do to stop Tuuli now, so she might as well take advantage. She often felt it was liberating, being caught. If the punishment was already coming, there was no longer any incentive to try to prevent it.

The Jamoura had made no move to remove her from his arm, so she took that as implicit permission to climb around on him. Shifting her grip, she swung herself up onto his arm... or tried to. It was not a smooth maneuver, and she has to grip his fur tightly and pull herself up an inch at a time, grunting with the effort. When she was finally clinging to the top of his arm, she noticed another problem. She was facing away from him, which would make conversation difficult.

Rather than try the dubious process of turning around (his arm was probably getting tired of holding her up anyway), she rolled off, hanging on with her arms until the last, and then dropped the last couple feet to the floor. She brushed her long hair out of her face and, slightly out of breath, fixed the Jamoura with a satisfied smile. "So, I've told you my name. What's yours? And, if I may ask, what brings you so far from the Spires?"

[Bor]

The woman made a face when Bor asked the question and told that her name was Alea Davenport. Bor felt a wave of relief for her answer. She seemed to look past Bor, but when he looked over his shoulder he saw nothing.

Alea then started her climbing again, treating Bor like some sort of climbing tree. He didn't mind it, she was one of the first that didn't saw him as a monster. It took Bor for a while to realize his own thoughts. Alea didn't seem to care that he was furry and towered her by over three feet. She had jumped on his back without knowing what Bor would do to her. It made Bor feel something he hadn't felt in a long while. Happy.

After finishing her climb, Alea was facing away from Bor. With swift roll she dropped down. She was surprisingly agile Bor noticed. When she turned and asked him question she surprised Bor again. She knew about Spires!

''I'm Bor'' he said with deep tone ''I'm Nitrozian family's slave. I was captured when I was young from my home and I've been a slave for over 150 years now'' Bor's face saddened when he thought back his history. ''How do you know about Spires?'' he asked in a more delighted tone. The farther he had left from his home, the less people knew about Jamouras and even less about Spires.

[Alea Davenport]

Alea's heart winced at Bor's story. She couldn't imagine being away from her home for that long...though now that her home was gone, she supposed she had to. But when he asked her of the Spires, she was happy to have something to tell him that would remind him of home.

"I lived there for a few seasons," she said brightening. It was odd; she'd left the Spires because she was sad, but suddenly all she wanted to do was reminisce as if those were happier times. She supposed, in comparison, they were, now that she was a slave. "After the storm, they had a lot of rebuilding to do, so in exchange for helping build my house I got to stay in it for free. It was a spectacular house too. Of course," she added with a frown, "it got eaten by termites a couple seasons later." Shortly before she'd left, in fact. It had been one of many factors that influenced her decision to leave the Spires.

As another slave walked past them with a slight frown, Alea realized how exposed the were in the middle of the hallway. If they were going to reminisce comfortably, they couldn't do it if they could be interrupted at any moment by a Nitrozian. They would probably both be punished, and while Alea was used to it, she didn't want to think about how these ignorant barbarians would treat her new friend. "Let's go talk somewhere else," she said, tugging on Bor's arm in the general direction of a servant's closet she knew about.

OOCI hope you enjoyed Alea's terrible storytelling

[Bor]

Alea kept on surprising Bor. ''You lived in Spires?'' He tried to remember what it was like living surrounded by the giantic bloodwood trees. He recalled the strong smells the city had. ''Maybe you could tell more about your life in the Spires later on'' Bor said and gave a faint smile.

A person walked by them, frowning at the two. Atleast she didn't scream Bor thought. Alea pulled his arm and suggested them to talk somewhere else. Bor didn't understand why they should move, but nevertheless he let the small woman lead him to a small room. Bor had to duck before entering as he had to almost everywhere else. The houses weren't usually desinged for the furry giant.

[Alea Davenport]

It was cramped in the closet, especially with the Jamoura in there, but they didn't have much choice if they didn't want to be caught. "Yeah, I lived in the Spires," she said, to answer Bor's question. She almost didn't continue, but she got the impression the big ape wanted to hear more. Well, it couldn't hurt to talk about old times.

"Like I said, I built a house there. Well, I say built; really I just designed it and then helped. Sharai was the one who knew what she was doing. I made it look like--" and here she cut off. That was a painful memory. Apparently it COULD hurt to talk about old times. And yet, she didn't want to stop just yet. "Well, anyway, it was supposed to be unique to me, and my house sure didn't look like anyone else's."

"Oh, and when it was finished, I got a pet spider! It was really fuzzy and good to hug, but my cat scared it off most of the time." A twinge of sadness twisted Alea's heart as she recalled all the good friends she'd left behind. At least they were safe; she didn't know what would have happened to them if they'd been with her when she was sold. But still, she wasn't sure she'd ever see them again.

She had to stop thinking about things that used to be happy but now just made her sad. What was something she hated about the Spires? Oh yeah, "There was this one guy who was really annoying. One time I jumped on his back, but he put me on the ground and then tied me up. Why did I hate him agai--oh! Right, he was a guard or something, and he totally misinterpreted me saying hello to an old friend. And then I jumped into the nets and pretended to go to sleep until he went away, and there was a big cat kelvic there for some reason whose breath stank..."

She drifted off, not really sure where she was going with that story. As she paused to collect her thoughts (or maybe let Bor offer some of his own), she happened to hear the latch of the door click open. Just her luck, someone would have to find her hiding place. (It didn't occur to her that her voice had been getting louder as she got deeper into remembering.) She heard a strangled yelp, and could only imagine the image of a doorway being completely filled by a wall of black fur. She giggled a little, something she hadn't done in a long time.

"I think we've been caught," she said quietly. "Maybe we should go back to whatever we are supposed to be doing."

[Nemesis]

Alea Davenport

Skills	*	*
Acrobatics	*	+1
Brawling	*	+1
Socialisation	*	+2
Storytelling	*	+1

Lores

* Bor: Jamoura in Ravok

*Bor: Nitrozian Slave

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Consequences, Injuries, Expenses, and More!

• None

Bor

Skills	*	*
Observation	*	+1
Socialisation	*	+1

Lores

* Alea Davenport: Lives in the Spires

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Consequences, Injuries, Expenses, and More!

• None

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• This had potential to be something awesome, with common interests and current lives. Shame this wasn't seen through until the end