10th of Fall, 513AV She rolled out of bed fast. Ignoring the house slave that was patiently holding her navy blue blouse and leather pants. The first thing she did was open up the curtains and looked at the plantation. It was very early in the morning, yet the slaves still had to work. "Ma'am, want me to get your bath water ready?" The slave asked, still holding her clothes. The slave had auburn hair that was short and tangly, she had a pattern of freckles all over her face. If she didn't have a small chest and wasn't around the same height as Eyasia, she would be mistaken as a child because of her baby face. She was just so young and clueless and had nothing ahead of her besides a long life as a slave. "Yes, that'd be nice." Eyasia mumbled as she stared out the window. The field of crops was slowly going away. Being picked at by the slaves of the Whitesnake plantation. The house slaves, the house itself and the rich plantation was like a dream. A dream she had for a long time. After a year of living in the Lorak household she still couldn't believe it. She'a a Lorak. A dynasty not a freeborn. This dream will never end for it was reality. When her bath was done, Eyasia stripped herself of her silk chemise and slowly put herself in the tub. The water was steaming hot unlike her cold dead skin. The feeling of someone else washing you is still eerie to her. But what still made her hesitate was the serpent tattoo on their cheeks. Branding them as a Lorak slave, the idea of getting it done... was even more frightening. Eyasia was glad she wasn't a slave. She was raised around them, her mother use to order done of the freeborn slaves around the bar. But she was never touched by one until now. Once she excited the bathroom, she ran onto her room and slammed the doors. She took her towel off and dried herself off. Not her hair which needed some combing done to it. There was a light knock at the door and when Eyasia have permission, a ephyrian slave walked in holding one of Eyasia's undergarments."Me walshed it for miss." The slave did not hesitate to grab Eyasia up with one of her arms and put her undergarment on. With her multiple arms she laced it up. Quick and easy. The Eyphrian reached for her blouse. "I can dress myself." Eyasia told the slave woman a little annoyed. She dismissed the slave politely and once again slammed her door. She put the blouse on everyday, at least she tried. She could manage putting it on but not the complex dresses she was required to wear at least once or twice a day. Orders from the head of the household. Lorena was fine with the simple clothing but she ordered the mixed blood to wear a dress at least a few times. She wasn't uncomfortable in a dress but there's so much more she can do in leather pants that she just couldn't do in a dress. Yet she like the way dresses made her feel and think. In her blouse and pants she would put on light makeup and her long curly hair would be put in a ponytail with a now. In one of her finest dresses, she'd put on enough foundation to match her Cantus family's complexion. Her eye shadow would always be a similar color to her dress. Her lipstick never changed, it would be a light pink which always look like her natural lip color. Her blush would blend in well on her cheeks; sometimes it's hard to tell if she wears any. Her long curly hair would always be put into unimaginable styles. Eyasia isn't skilled in cosmetology bit she's taught herself a few out of the ordinary hairstyles. She finally finished putting on her makeup and lacing up her riding boots."I think I look good today, what do you guys think?" Eyasia looked over at her companions. They we're sitting on the bed. Henry and Whiskers were cuddled on a soft pillow, snoring softly and not giving a damn about what was happening. Unlike Papia who was wagging her tail and hopping around the bed in her red silky dress."Thank you." Eyasia laughed as she sat back at the mirror, fixing her hair. |