Time Stamp: 32nd Winter 513
The rains had finally gone, though the swamp being what it was mud and muck still clung to everything. Slaves had been deployed to start the clean up so fortunately much of the streets were relatively clear. The air still had the winter chill to it, though it got no where near as cold as Syliras or even Riverfall. Still for someone who had never left Kenash in her life, so had no real median from which to judge, Shayna thought it a miserable day.
Her clothing protected her well enough, for it really wasn't bitterly cold, as she walked through the streets. Her black hair was brushed until it shone, though nothing decorated it, her clothing a simple pair of dark breeches and an unbleached tunic-style blouse. She was not the prettiest slave, nor the most well dressed but she held her head high as she walked the streets beside her owner. Whenever they met a freeborn or Dynasty on the street she would slow, and fall in line behind him, scooting as far over as she could to give them wide berth, before catching back up smoothly with his gait.
A dynasty that Mamoru had met early in the season had sent an invitation to a small party at Boldvine. Shayna knew it for what it was, or thought she did, a simple invitation so that Al'thea could interrogate her master further. She had suggested that if he wanted to go, to play nice, to act the gracious guest and bring Al'thea a gift. This is what brings them to Blossoming Blossoms, Shayna could admit to herself that she was also eager to see the little child slave she had met earlier, Lilou.
The rains had finally gone, though the swamp being what it was mud and muck still clung to everything. Slaves had been deployed to start the clean up so fortunately much of the streets were relatively clear. The air still had the winter chill to it, though it got no where near as cold as Syliras or even Riverfall. Still for someone who had never left Kenash in her life, so had no real median from which to judge, Shayna thought it a miserable day.
Her clothing protected her well enough, for it really wasn't bitterly cold, as she walked through the streets. Her black hair was brushed until it shone, though nothing decorated it, her clothing a simple pair of dark breeches and an unbleached tunic-style blouse. She was not the prettiest slave, nor the most well dressed but she held her head high as she walked the streets beside her owner. Whenever they met a freeborn or Dynasty on the street she would slow, and fall in line behind him, scooting as far over as she could to give them wide berth, before catching back up smoothly with his gait.
A dynasty that Mamoru had met early in the season had sent an invitation to a small party at Boldvine. Shayna knew it for what it was, or thought she did, a simple invitation so that Al'thea could interrogate her master further. She had suggested that if he wanted to go, to play nice, to act the gracious guest and bring Al'thea a gift. This is what brings them to Blossoming Blossoms, Shayna could admit to herself that she was also eager to see the little child slave she had met earlier, Lilou.