Shades and Blooms
12th of Summer, 513 A.V.
Delvor was not in a good mood. Reine could clearly tell. He spoke in short, terse words and he barely looked at her except for giving her commands. It had been weeks since she last saw her master and yet, she could also tell that that he would be leaving soon enough. Just as always. And as usual, she had this curiosity, this wanting to ask where he went all those time. But she didn't. She knew her place. Delvor was her master and it was not her business where he went. It was not her place to ask or to question.
Reine was sitting her room.
Her room. Even after three years, the concept was still somewhat amazing. Slaves don't have their own rooms. But she did.
"Reine," Delvor called out from his room suddenly. He had locked himself there for some time and Reine dared not disturb him. It was actually a relief that he called on her - it meant she could check on her master. Reine rushed to his room, knocking first before entering. The first thought that came to her mind was the same one every time she entered Delvor's room.
What made her master leave his wealth and comfort for so long? What made him settle for this relatively modest life? His room was not much different from hers - a huge surprise, at first. Writing desk, small fireplace, a pair of matching armchairs, an exotic rug. The only difference was the lavish four-poster bed in his room and a much simpler bed in hers.
"Yes?"
Delvor ran his fingers through his hair and lifted his head to look at her. Dark bags hung under his eyes, contrasting against his pale skin. His normally handsome features looked drained and almost sickly. "Buy me some marigolds, lavenders and rhododendrons," he ordered somewhat grumpily.
The slave girl swallowed a lump in her throat and gathered her courage. No matter how much training she had put in learning to be confident, she barely succeed it in front of her master. Even after all the kindness Delvor had showed her for years, something deep inside her mind told her to remain submissive, not to pass her boundaries. "Master, are you alright?"
He actually forced himself to smile. "I told you not to call me master, Reine. You always forget. And I'm fine." He threw himself back on the bed with a thump and sighed loudly. "Go now, Reine. Now." His tone was firm and commanding, yet pleading at the same time. It worried her. Still, Reine simply nodded and left her master to his privacy. She had a job to do.
Hastily, she exited from the small mansion she had regarded as home for the past couple of years and trailed down the winding streets that were quite familiar to her. Every time she walked down the roads of Syliras, she could not help comparing it with Ravok. The two cities were nothing alike. Their people were different, their societies were different, their cultures were different. And yet, none of the two cities she could really call home. Reine wondered if she even had a true home. She supposed, as a Benshira, her home was the desert of Eyktol or Yahebah, but she had no memory of the place. Perhaps, she
didn't have a home.
Before she knew it, she had arrived in front of the flower stand on Orchid Street. Blooms of various colors and shaped decorated the exterior of the shop. There were so much that Reine had no idea how were there. It was beautiful. The beauty of nature brought into the center of a bustling city. Reine had only visited this shop a couple of times before and all of them upon the request of Delvor. Every time the flower he requested was different and it took her a couple visits to realize that they all symbolized something.
Slowly, Reine stepped into the shop, letting her eyes wander around to flowers she had no name for. She headed to the main table, trying to find the old woman, Atta, who didn't seem to be present at the moment.