10th Day
Summer 518
Summer 518
Nearly a season pass and nearly all of Ravok still bore the marks left in the wake of the strange ice storm. The Lark Estate had fared better than most structures, but the storm had left its mark on the slave house, as Shiress had come to call it, also. This had given way to the slave being left at the Lark Estate instead of hauled off to the Floating Garden. Still, though, her duties remained numerous. One benefit of being inside the walls of the Estate was the rare absence of her Shadow guard, Kylar. Oddly, the slave missed his presence.
Shiress and house slave, come friend, Niya, sat on the floor of one of the many slave work rooms, their legs crossed. Niya, a young blonde girl with vibrant, bright blue eyes sat in front of the older slave, her knees a hand span from touching Shiress's. On one side of the slave was a large mound of white, crisp bed sheets, towels, and bathing clothes. On the other side, spread around in various neatly, folded piles were the results of their labor.
Shiress, having played the role of a house slave this day, wore the garb of one; a simple, yet comfortable light yellow, cotton shift, belted high around her waist. Her long, chestnut hair was pulled up along the sides with pins, as the rest of her long mane cascaded down the length of her back. The slave was taking full advantage of playing house slave, and not missing her normal tight bun and gods awful toga one tiny bit.
Lost within the folding of a particularly awkward shaped sheet, Shiress failed to hear the warden's summons from the doorway. Niya, jabbing a finger into Shiress's leg, indicated the direction of the doorway with her eyes. Shiress felt a jolt go through her. That whip the woman carried around with her at all times was not just for show. Shiress stood in place (no slave was to approach the slavewarden, unless told to do so) silently waiting instruction, eyes diverted.
The woman glared her aggravation on the older slave, her tongue sliding over teeth behind closed, thin lips, before she finally spoke. ""I have something you are to do." The warden stepped aside, head tilting to indicate the man standing just behind her. "This man is to assess the damage from last season's storm and you are to be his guide."
"Yes, Ma'am." replied Shiress, glancing to the dark haired man with a small smile.
With a wordless nod toward the stranger, the warden marched off, leaving Shiress to approach the man in an awkward silence, not quite sure of what to do. Smoothing down the front of her dress, she cleared her throat, figuring an introduction wouldn't hurt.
"My name is Shiress." she said, flashing her teeth with a quick smile. "where would you like to begin?"
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