Winter 89th 513
The season was slowly coming to an end, the bitter cold winds no longer blew quite so chilly in the swamp -at least chilly for the swamplands. It had been a bad winter in Kenash, one that Shayna was eager to put behind her. The city needed a time to heal, and to put the season's unrest behind them. Slaves needed time to grow confident with their owners once more, owners needed to time to trust their slaves. Shayna herself was going through some radical thought processes, radical for her anyway. She had been raised a slave, knew that her very life was in the hands of her owner, and because of how the political atmosphere was most likely in the hands of Dynasties themselves. Yet the events of the day that the slaves were referring to as The Purge had made her heart cold. It had opened her eyes to how little value she held in the eyes of the Dynasty. It also opened her eyes to the plight of others that were branded such as she was.
Shayna worried that her new found discontent with her lot in life would be seen by any who looked at her, but her training was stronger for the moment then the constant outrage at seeing the bodies of the slaves killed. The fact that it very well could have been her strung up from one of those Cyprus trees, considering her experience with interrogators about the Rujaro before their activities were rampant.
There was a somberness about the city now, slaves moved with their heads bowed more, barely making eye contact with each other. It would take some time of peace for the atmosphere to return to normal. Today Shayna was moving along the West Bank closer to the Travelers Inn mostly because she was half curious as to see if the girl and her husband was still there and safe.
However she had not taken into consideration that there might be a Dynasty near where she was standing watching. She wasn't lurking really, but she couldn't think of a reason to ask after the couple and she doubted that anyone would answer her questions. So she was simply watching to see if she could spot them. It wasn't until she noted a man walking towards her quickly, that she realized that something might have been wrong. Her green eyes watched with a hesitancy, knowing it was better to acknowledge the man who did not bear a brand that she could see then to try and run when it was clear he was on his way to her.
"What are you doing here?" The man demanded, his clothing was fine if not a little rumpled, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled. His eyes narrowed on her brand and his hand reached out to capture her chin between his fingers and thumb moving her head easily considering she immediately relaxed to not seem as if she were fighting. "Did someone send you?"
Shayna was confused, utterly and totally, and forced her hands to remain open and not curling into her clothing. "Uh, No M'Lord, no one sent me. I was.." He cut her off with a rude noise in his throat.
"Sure no one sent you.. your just a slave with nothing to do but watch the Inn?" The Ackina man looked back with a bit of paranoia at the Inn, wondering how much she had saw. She was marked but not by the house that his lover was apart of, though that meant very little. She had a freeborn slave's brand on her, which meant that she might very well be owned by a person someone hired to spy. The person he was meeting clandestinely was promised to another, and they swore they would stop these meeting once the wedding was done. However both of them stood to lose quite a bit if their affair was discovered.
"No M'Lord, I was just looking for someone that I knew who was staying here." Shayna quickly added, keeping her eyes lower then what was normal for her usual wont. When the man's hand reached to grip her upper arm she bit her lip even as his fingers curled against her arm tightly. "I swear M'Lord, I had a free afternoon. My owner is Mamoru, I finished my duties so I came out here to check on someone."
"I don't believe you." The Ackina man spat, "Where is your master now girl? I think he and I will have to have a chat about lazy slaves and wondering eyes." He never once let go of Shayna's arm, even as he turned to allow her to take him to her master. Shayna felt a brief moment of relief that he was allowing her to take him to Mamoru, instead of doing something else however that relief was overshadowed by her thought of how this was going to affect her master.
The season was slowly coming to an end, the bitter cold winds no longer blew quite so chilly in the swamp -at least chilly for the swamplands. It had been a bad winter in Kenash, one that Shayna was eager to put behind her. The city needed a time to heal, and to put the season's unrest behind them. Slaves needed time to grow confident with their owners once more, owners needed to time to trust their slaves. Shayna herself was going through some radical thought processes, radical for her anyway. She had been raised a slave, knew that her very life was in the hands of her owner, and because of how the political atmosphere was most likely in the hands of Dynasties themselves. Yet the events of the day that the slaves were referring to as The Purge had made her heart cold. It had opened her eyes to how little value she held in the eyes of the Dynasty. It also opened her eyes to the plight of others that were branded such as she was.
Shayna worried that her new found discontent with her lot in life would be seen by any who looked at her, but her training was stronger for the moment then the constant outrage at seeing the bodies of the slaves killed. The fact that it very well could have been her strung up from one of those Cyprus trees, considering her experience with interrogators about the Rujaro before their activities were rampant.
There was a somberness about the city now, slaves moved with their heads bowed more, barely making eye contact with each other. It would take some time of peace for the atmosphere to return to normal. Today Shayna was moving along the West Bank closer to the Travelers Inn mostly because she was half curious as to see if the girl and her husband was still there and safe.
However she had not taken into consideration that there might be a Dynasty near where she was standing watching. She wasn't lurking really, but she couldn't think of a reason to ask after the couple and she doubted that anyone would answer her questions. So she was simply watching to see if she could spot them. It wasn't until she noted a man walking towards her quickly, that she realized that something might have been wrong. Her green eyes watched with a hesitancy, knowing it was better to acknowledge the man who did not bear a brand that she could see then to try and run when it was clear he was on his way to her.
"What are you doing here?" The man demanded, his clothing was fine if not a little rumpled, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled. His eyes narrowed on her brand and his hand reached out to capture her chin between his fingers and thumb moving her head easily considering she immediately relaxed to not seem as if she were fighting. "Did someone send you?"
Shayna was confused, utterly and totally, and forced her hands to remain open and not curling into her clothing. "Uh, No M'Lord, no one sent me. I was.." He cut her off with a rude noise in his throat.
"Sure no one sent you.. your just a slave with nothing to do but watch the Inn?" The Ackina man looked back with a bit of paranoia at the Inn, wondering how much she had saw. She was marked but not by the house that his lover was apart of, though that meant very little. She had a freeborn slave's brand on her, which meant that she might very well be owned by a person someone hired to spy. The person he was meeting clandestinely was promised to another, and they swore they would stop these meeting once the wedding was done. However both of them stood to lose quite a bit if their affair was discovered.
"No M'Lord, I was just looking for someone that I knew who was staying here." Shayna quickly added, keeping her eyes lower then what was normal for her usual wont. When the man's hand reached to grip her upper arm she bit her lip even as his fingers curled against her arm tightly. "I swear M'Lord, I had a free afternoon. My owner is Mamoru, I finished my duties so I came out here to check on someone."
"I don't believe you." The Ackina man spat, "Where is your master now girl? I think he and I will have to have a chat about lazy slaves and wondering eyes." He never once let go of Shayna's arm, even as he turned to allow her to take him to her master. Shayna felt a brief moment of relief that he was allowing her to take him to Mamoru, instead of doing something else however that relief was overshadowed by her thought of how this was going to affect her master.