Shayna stood silently through it all, not speaking nor blinking an eye as they spoke. even when the conversation had shifted around her. For all intents and purposes she might have been a simple minded girl idly waiting, except that she caught almost everything that the Dynasty women were not saying. The way the red head still looked a little fogged, but continued to flutter her eye lashes towards Mamoru, the way the unintroduced Dynasty gripped the red head's forearm and blushed but refused to look directly at Shayna's owner. Most of all she watched how the Konti woman fingered the edge of her shawl, shifted, and worked her brow. While her master continued to converse with them, she was focusing on visual clues and tells. Slaves were pretty good at this because it often meant a whipping was forestalled if one could tell their master or mistress was becoming irate.
His hand covered hers, but he did not simply hold it quietly, no his fingers danced along hers. The movement of his hand against hers was an interesting if confusing sensation, distracting as well. Part of her concentration was diverted to the feel of his fingers toying with hers. For a little while her hand remained loose and still, mostly from simple ignorance of what was expected of her. However soon enough instinct took over, and her own fingers began to match his movements, hers being much smaller and hesitant, only pausing when he offered the ladies the fact that she was a return.
A light pink that spread across her cheeks betrayed the embarrassment of the fact that she was returned, though she still continued to stare forward seemingly at nothing at all.
Ath'lea tilted her head and examined the slave thoughtfully, the slave herself looked unfamiliar, the konti herself was smaller then the humans and she didn't automatically discount the length of limbs to be ugly. The freckles were unfortunate but a common enough occurrence in the humans. "A return you say? She doesn't seem to be misbehaved. Perhaps the family she had been with has fallen on hard times?" This last she said in an intrigued voice, "Tell me who your former Master was that returned you?" The Konti directed at Shayna, her blue eyes flickering up to Mamoru before reverting back to Shayna.
"Come on "Lea, leave the slave alone. If one of the Dynasty sold her because of financial trouble we would have heard about it already." The red head piped up, her lips spreading once more into an easy grin at the male of the group. "We have someone much more interesting in our grasp ladies. It would be rude to ignore him in favor of a simpleton slave." Though she didn't return to latch onto his arm, Ath'lea's warning look prevented it, Trina seemed to have recovered from her slight confusion enough to begin her brand of flirting.
"Black Swan Pond is where everything of any kind of note is held. Weddings, funerals, with the exception of parties hosted by Dynasty, any social event that is worth attending is held here." Trina waved her hand toward the riding trails, the walking paths, and the various ponds that teemed with fish. "Perhaps if you can trust your slave to not run off you and I might..."
Ath'lea not so subtly poked her elbow into the ribs of the red head. "Forgive the forwardness of my companion. Though if you and she want to make..arrangements to meet.. perhaps you should, we must be on our way. I have an appointment with the tailor in a few chimes." It is unclear if the Konti was simply trying to remove Trina from temptation or if she was simply tired of the political banter between the two, or if she had learned what she had wanted to. "Attend me ladies, Trina don't dawdle if you intend on making arrangements with the freeborn. Mr. Mamoru." The last is said in a cool voice, one that was obviously intended to be cool and aloof though the thoughtful drawing out of the last syllable ruined that affect. The Konti and unnamed lady swept past the two, Trina looking very thoughtful before she speaks "Ath'lea is correct, I must go.. but if you would like to get to know me a little further you should send word to the Lynnit house. Goodbye M'Lord.." she grinned at the usage of a title that was reserved for Dynasty men or masters, perhaps tonight as she lay in bed she might wonder why she had addressed him as such.
His hand covered hers, but he did not simply hold it quietly, no his fingers danced along hers. The movement of his hand against hers was an interesting if confusing sensation, distracting as well. Part of her concentration was diverted to the feel of his fingers toying with hers. For a little while her hand remained loose and still, mostly from simple ignorance of what was expected of her. However soon enough instinct took over, and her own fingers began to match his movements, hers being much smaller and hesitant, only pausing when he offered the ladies the fact that she was a return.
A light pink that spread across her cheeks betrayed the embarrassment of the fact that she was returned, though she still continued to stare forward seemingly at nothing at all.
Ath'lea tilted her head and examined the slave thoughtfully, the slave herself looked unfamiliar, the konti herself was smaller then the humans and she didn't automatically discount the length of limbs to be ugly. The freckles were unfortunate but a common enough occurrence in the humans. "A return you say? She doesn't seem to be misbehaved. Perhaps the family she had been with has fallen on hard times?" This last she said in an intrigued voice, "Tell me who your former Master was that returned you?" The Konti directed at Shayna, her blue eyes flickering up to Mamoru before reverting back to Shayna.
"Come on "Lea, leave the slave alone. If one of the Dynasty sold her because of financial trouble we would have heard about it already." The red head piped up, her lips spreading once more into an easy grin at the male of the group. "We have someone much more interesting in our grasp ladies. It would be rude to ignore him in favor of a simpleton slave." Though she didn't return to latch onto his arm, Ath'lea's warning look prevented it, Trina seemed to have recovered from her slight confusion enough to begin her brand of flirting.
"Black Swan Pond is where everything of any kind of note is held. Weddings, funerals, with the exception of parties hosted by Dynasty, any social event that is worth attending is held here." Trina waved her hand toward the riding trails, the walking paths, and the various ponds that teemed with fish. "Perhaps if you can trust your slave to not run off you and I might..."
Ath'lea not so subtly poked her elbow into the ribs of the red head. "Forgive the forwardness of my companion. Though if you and she want to make..arrangements to meet.. perhaps you should, we must be on our way. I have an appointment with the tailor in a few chimes." It is unclear if the Konti was simply trying to remove Trina from temptation or if she was simply tired of the political banter between the two, or if she had learned what she had wanted to. "Attend me ladies, Trina don't dawdle if you intend on making arrangements with the freeborn. Mr. Mamoru." The last is said in a cool voice, one that was obviously intended to be cool and aloof though the thoughtful drawing out of the last syllable ruined that affect. The Konti and unnamed lady swept past the two, Trina looking very thoughtful before she speaks "Ath'lea is correct, I must go.. but if you would like to get to know me a little further you should send word to the Lynnit house. Goodbye M'Lord.." she grinned at the usage of a title that was reserved for Dynasty men or masters, perhaps tonight as she lay in bed she might wonder why she had addressed him as such.
