Shayna wanted to be done with this job, anything that had to do with the Radacke's she wanted to be finished with. They were not a family that were pleasant to deal with if you were a slave, and this entire job seemed to smack of poking at the family's business. Yet her master was not satisfied yet, she had suspected he wouldn't be but had wanted to try and sway him. "Yes M'Lord, he calls her Teena but the cleaning slave said that the girl had a hard time remembering that. Said the girl forgets and goes by Selena at times." Her words were spoken slowly, not quite reluctantly.
As he commanded she turned to follow him in, now not only her eyes cast downward but her head as well. Though she follows along obediently, her steps never faltering or slowing, it is obvious that she is of two minds. The first and obviously the one she follows was to follow her master's orders to the letter or beyond. The second was that this was not safe, that something was going on more then a mere girl sold into slavery. Normally she had no problems with slaves that were 'new' slaves. They were disobedient, not well trained, and she tended to shine above them all. But she had never came across someone hiding a new slave as if it were something unusual. That tripped so many alarms in her mind that it was hard for her not to be leery of the situation.
It was easy to follow his next orders, when his arm slipped around her and her head rested ever so briefly on his side. She rarely ever made eye contact with anyone not a slave, and her focus on their feet helped to keep her gaze from wandering. She did something she normally never does and allowed her hair to fall forward to curtain her face. This decreased what she could see around, which was why she rarely allowed her hair to fall so far forward, but it also decreased what people saw of her too.
It was not until he speaks again that she lifts her head, and tucks her hair back once more. "Yes M'Lord." She replied when he asked if she saw the key, she had never held a key before. Keys were the epitome of freedom and escape, they opened doors that are not readily opened. There were many keys in Kenash, and very few are held within the hands of a slave. However this key was nothing so grand as that, so Shayna moved quickly forward. Her short legs making quick work of the distance between her master and the cleaning cart, her green eyes darted around quickly before she reached out to snatch the key in her palm hoping that whoever was so imprudent as to leave a key unguarded. It was a security risk for all of the Traveler's Inn guests. She had only a moments worry over the trouble the cleaning slave will get into for this.
As he commanded she turned to follow him in, now not only her eyes cast downward but her head as well. Though she follows along obediently, her steps never faltering or slowing, it is obvious that she is of two minds. The first and obviously the one she follows was to follow her master's orders to the letter or beyond. The second was that this was not safe, that something was going on more then a mere girl sold into slavery. Normally she had no problems with slaves that were 'new' slaves. They were disobedient, not well trained, and she tended to shine above them all. But she had never came across someone hiding a new slave as if it were something unusual. That tripped so many alarms in her mind that it was hard for her not to be leery of the situation.
It was easy to follow his next orders, when his arm slipped around her and her head rested ever so briefly on his side. She rarely ever made eye contact with anyone not a slave, and her focus on their feet helped to keep her gaze from wandering. She did something she normally never does and allowed her hair to fall forward to curtain her face. This decreased what she could see around, which was why she rarely allowed her hair to fall so far forward, but it also decreased what people saw of her too.
It was not until he speaks again that she lifts her head, and tucks her hair back once more. "Yes M'Lord." She replied when he asked if she saw the key, she had never held a key before. Keys were the epitome of freedom and escape, they opened doors that are not readily opened. There were many keys in Kenash, and very few are held within the hands of a slave. However this key was nothing so grand as that, so Shayna moved quickly forward. Her short legs making quick work of the distance between her master and the cleaning cart, her green eyes darted around quickly before she reached out to snatch the key in her palm hoping that whoever was so imprudent as to leave a key unguarded. It was a security risk for all of the Traveler's Inn guests. She had only a moments worry over the trouble the cleaning slave will get into for this.