[19:02] ღ şαƒƒy ღ (sapphire426) The slaves knelt down, quiet and waiting. The slight breeze from the thassa allowed the jewelry with bells attached to jingle subtly. Her head looked to the cheese within her basket and a chuckle escaped her lips "I had no intention of selling the cheese, but I tell you what, a slice in exchange for your name." She lifted the basket to have it placed forwards before her. Wiggling the basket slightly "Twas just a small meal I grabbed on my way from the Inn." As she spoke with the woman shes notice the man step up and greet themselves. Sapphire straightened her back and could tel that the man was no simple Free Man. She nodded to him and responded "Tal to you Sir"
[19:02] ʀɪꜱᴛ ᴀʟ'ꜱᴀʜʀᴀ (kayneisaac) turns his head, only spotting the flapping of the black cloak. Had the man been behind him this entire time? He would need to do something about his security at some point.
The Slaver hears the pitter-patter of footsteps behind him, as he looks around. A nod given to the approaching slave. "Kajira." Was all he spoke, his attention soon returning to the mangled group of people before him.
The Taharian hears the sweet words spoken by the woman that had captured his attention and desire, a smirk crawling over his lips. "Gladly, Lady Lyca." He shook his head as Lyca spoke, a raised eyebrow given as she would question him about his trade in front of the kajirae. "-Some- fire is not dangerous. But too much must be taken out from a slave before they are ready for their new life."
Spun around as Lycaonia did, confused for a moment before spotting Nicolas. The man would bow lowly, crossing his hand over his heart in the formal greeting of his homeland. "Tal, Sir. I trust your waters are full." He says with a
[19:02] ʀɪꜱᴛ ᴀʟ'ꜱᴀʜʀᴀ (kayneisaac): sun kissed smile. "Oh? Am I the subject of conversation?" An amused smile crawling along his beautifully decorated features.
[19:03] Kailias (kailias.lightcloud) runs a finger along the boy's neck, a smirk spreads across his lips. He brings a hand up and moves to stroke Bronweg's hair, he whispers, "Good boy. Now on your feet. Let's go home." He goes to lead the boy over to the kneeling new girl, "Come girl." He looks to Misra, "And you, Misra. We need to do something about those contraptions on your feet, if only make them so they can be removed." He turns to Nicholas, "Tal Magistrate." He then turns to take the small group of slaves and leave.
[19:04] Flo (floreo) is offline.
[19:05] Kati Evans: A brief pause allows for a quick survey of the gathering. Spotting Nic, Rist, and Lady Lyca among the assembled individuals, a polite nod is offered to each in turn, acknowledging their presence in the group, then remains quiet rather than continue on home.
[19:06] . Ɗαнℓια . (dahliadolleh) /me rose smoothly to her feet, the red silks clinging lightly to her form and swaying with each measured step. She fell into line behind him, er hands brushed the sides of her thighs, fingers curling slightly as she moved, the subtle shift of silk accentuating the grace of her body. "Yes Master."
[19:06] Bronweg (tallulahsora) There are many people around him, but his focus remains on the Master in front of him, he feels the Master's fingers brushing against him and a slight shiver runs down his spine, he smiles as he stands up, the muscles in his legs tense and he pulls himself up, his arms sliding along his sides as he waits next to the Master, he follows him while whispering a faint: "May the day be propitious to you Masters and Mistresses"
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