9th Candlemark
Brigtening 9
Month of Melora,
Spring Era II of the Celestine Mandate, E XIV Post Fractum.
Death. It was the death of her lady-owner that had sentenced her to this change in ownership. Her lady, her friend had slipped away in the quiet of the night. The morning light had revealed, the still silent form of the woman, her owner. And now with the lady's final affairs in order, she was finding herself traveling.
Zaenaeyrs had come in to Lady Feria's care after a older slaver,grayed with age had offered the unusual elven woman, dusky of skin, and with dark eyes, perhaps a light tent of Akarmat human blood somewhere along the bloodline of her family. But she was certainly a barbarian, speaking no common and wild as the boar, the slaver had said. "Here are your Crowns." Feria had responded, and in a soft voice, in the elven tounge she reassure the girl. The young girl only followed, and humbly accepted the position of cooking and cleaning. In the process of living with Lady Feria she had felt less alone, conversing with the older woman, several ordinations her her senior.
It had only been a few months, when Feria became ill, it was a high fever, but one that only served to keep Zaenaeyrs close to her mistress. She was well with in a few days but the sickness lingered, and soon the woman was bedridden. Drawing up things to play affairs in order, Feria the few things that the young elf could make out where her own name, and a few amounts of money. Feria slipped into death only a month later, after being in a greatly weakened state.
Her dark brown eyes watched as the carriaged pulled out, and in front of the barracks, the Leigion barracks? Her owner was a soldier? She walked towards the gate, not betraying anything-She was a slave she knew it, but she had perhaps a look in hereye that wasn't all slave. "Is Master Keldon about?" she asks softly, voice was soft like a song, but powerful like thunder.
The legionnaire that Zaenaeyr spoke to looked at her curiously. "Bloody hell another women to see him at random times... Master this time!" he said in a low smirking mumble the guard standing beside him started to laugh a little. "Follow me little lady" He said motioning for the women to follow and he would lead her inside the building and into a small room with a table, some paper and a pen on it. "Wait here" he said once more and then would leave the room.
A brief time later Keldon entered the room rubbing his forehead expecting someone he knew "Serale.." he said as he pulled hand down from his forehead and then quirked a brow when he saw the women infront of him. "Well, Serale.... I am Provost Elsdragon. How can I help you?" he said in a warm tone looking to the women.
OOC: Sorry for the short post, since I know you don't speak English OOCly and only elven however I don't know that IC all the text ic in English. Also below in the spoiler is Keldon's appearance. I attach it to all new PC interaction threads.
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Physical Description:
To the any normal eye that is formiller Keldon is a original sight. Although his height was that of a average Medonian , standing at Six foot seven (6'7), his hair was a stunning sight like many other elves aswell. Long golden brown strands gracefully flowing down his head just past the ridges of his shoulders. His skin appeared, and was to the touch silky smooth, the texture of a rose, and from a distance it appeared just that way. Although Keldon had a very original feature over most elves. Many elves are slender, weaker then most but far more agile. However the elf before you is very well built, his muscles toned, strong and refined. They were brought this way from endless training with the sword and countless hours in the fields of his step-fathers castle were he was put through vigiours training. His eyes were also unique, they were for the most part a stunning sky-blue, however somewhere along the lines in his gens was the trait of his eyes shifting colors, depending on his mood, very few knew what color meant what mood he was in.
In general Keldon is a remarkably attractive elven male, that to the first glance and perhaps with the right lighting has been mistake as a angel set from the heavens above, at times from various other deitys, however since he now almost always carries a longsword he has been referred to more commonly a angel from aslan, strong, attractive, with a commanding presence.
Inside the building and into a small room with a table, some paper and a pen on it. "Wait here" he said once more and then would leave.Zanaerys's eyes wondered around the room. She thought to herself, what would her master be like? He must have been an elf, that much she was sure of, for he was Lady Feria's brother.
As he entered the room, her dark eyes fell on her new master, brown eyes sought to view every of him. He was no her kind, he was an elf there was no doubt about it, but she marveled at how much he resembled Lady Feria, though it was only slight. She knew who he was. She knelt to the ground before him, and spoke quitely in elvish.
"I am here Master, here to serve, Lady Feria, has passed away recently and I was sent away to find you as you have recieved me according to her wish." She kept her eyes lowered though she raised them slowy to look at her new owner, from her almost customary position on the floor.
When Zaenaeyr went to the floor and started to speak Keldon's brow quirked up even larger this time as he pondered what the women was saying. "So my sister has passed away.. that is troubling news mother will be rather upset... but miss... what do you mean by serve?" Keldon said slowly as he wondered what exactly the women meant. Had his sister arranged a wedding with his mother previously that they decided not to inform him about. Which really would not be overly surprising given his mothers personality.
Keldon was not exactly sure how to handle this situation, he had people serve him in the past but those were paid servants, or members of the military.
"Ahh, serve my lord. I am your property." she begins firmly. she seems stunned, as the idea of a person who didn't know what that meant. She simply remained down on the floor with her head bowed.
Standing slowly, Zaenaeyrs smiled. "Master, I am your slave." she repeated, her eyes weren't that of a broken slave, apparently Feria had rekindled her hope and independence and ability to dream. She looked around. If I miss step please do correct me, Lady Feria- the late lady Feria, renewed my will, shall we say."
Blinking twice Keldon pondered his next move, this was definitely something he was not expecting. "Well.... I do not know what my sister's view on slaves where however I will not nor will I ever have any.... you may consider yourself free miss... however I would suggest you head to the Adiles office to swear loyalty to the empire before you get yourself into trouble." he said with a smile rubbing his head slightly.
The she-elf was floored. Almost toppling over as if she'd be struck by a blow, so strong were the words. Freedom? Her freedom? She was free, she didn't belong to anyone? She shook her had. "I don't have any skills, or anything useful. I only know what I know,Master. I couldn't be of any use."
Zaenaeyrs stood. "And I don't speak that other language, I mean I understand a word or two but not enough to be effective." Her words are honest and her dark eyes moving, darting too and fro, from one corner of the room to another. She'd been taken a little over two months ago and now this way of life was nearly ingrained in her being. And now she was being asked to remember what had come before, and those memories were vauege and hazy, as if she'd become drunk with the wine of servitude and never been told to put down that cup. "What should I do?" she questions. "I know, nothing, I can say nothing. To anyone else I would be simply chattel, like food or drink or shelter."
"Well since you are not a citizen of the empire you need to goto the Aediles office and swear loyalty to the empire to gain rights here, which I can take you to do. However as for skills, you will need to find your own path there. I can train you how to use a sword if you wish. Perhaps you should return to elven lands with our own people and further yourself there?" Keldon said with a brief helpless shrug. "You do need to go where you can be understood, otherwise you could face the perils of the world and the scum that reside in it."
A light smile. "Then, can you find someone to help me learn to speak?" Zaenaeyrs was formal in her tone but her entire body betrayed eagerness. "Please. I guess I should have picked it up when Lady Feria was speaking, but she always spoke to men in Elven as if we would have all the time in the world." She sighed, and then inhaled deeply brushing tears from her eyes. "And I am not leaving. This place is my home, now I couldn't return home even if I wanted to. There's probably nothing to return to."
Turning away from him looked down at herself. "But first I should procure new clothing. This simply won't do will it? Not for being free." She ran a hand through her darkly colored hair, remember how much shorter it had been when she'd be captured and how much longer it had become in Feria's care, it was now nearly mid waist.
Keldon nodded slowly "I can send you to our homeland to my family, who can help you learn to speak the common language and become like all those you see, aswel as further yourself." He said with a smile. "If you so choose."
A light smile. Silence for a long moment. "I accept." she said slowly. It felt weird for her to not have to say master or sir, but deep inside she rembered a time when words like that came of her free will were accorded because of respect and knowledge not from her position. She smiled. "I will do what I can to please you, though I don't know what power I could possibly have. That would be of use to your family. I mean wouldn't I be a burden?"
Keldon shook his head and placed his hand on the womens shoulder. "No, you would be no burden miss, my sister took care of you, and it seemed like even if you where her slave she treated you like one of her own, which makes you one of my own." he said with a warm smile and graped her shoulder slightly. "If you so wish you can become part of the Elsdragon Family, and you shall be no burden. It does not matter what you know milady, tis what is in your heart that matters to me and my kin." he finished looking to her waiting for an answer.
She leaned back, on her knees and stood up slowly. "I don't want to be a burden, I mean your family must be illustrious. And I wouldn't fit in at all." Looking away for a moment Zaenaeyrs sighed deeply. "No I will, fit in. That old life is behind me. I'm tired of having to play the part of the forgotten and meek girl." Zaenaeyrs seemed to gain a sort of strength from Keldon's words, shaking off the shackles the world had told her to wear.
She stood up slowly and stretched herself upwards. Her arms over her head and eyes blinking slowly, and then stretched downwards. "What do I need to do?" She focuses on Keldon, eye to eye. "Though, yes new clothing and an visa and definately proper schola..." she began to muse.
Keldon waved his hand. "You shall be no burden, however before you give me your blood oath you need to remember that once you are a member of my family I will expect you to act as such. I do not want someone who intends to do harm to the innocent or dishonor our name." he said with a serious firm tone. "Your blood oath shall be for your former masters daughter in our line, since she raised you from what you say like one. However I will treat you like my own daughter."
A quiet nod. She's a little lost for a moment absorbing all the words that had been said. She would be the 'daughter' of his sister. That in of itself made her feel a little better. " I give my blood oath, and will do no dishonor to the name of the family, Elsedragon." She began firmly. Zaenaeyrs smiled. She'd found home and it felt good. She adjusted a peice of out of place black hair, which had fallen in front of her face.
"There will be so much to learn, and much to do I take it. Learning and reading and writing. I'll do what I can to make the entire family proud." closes her eyes. "What happens to all of the late Lady Feria's, things?" Her voice is a little shakey as she speaks of Feria, there had truely been a close bond between them. "Many of those objects are simply things she's gathered over the years, she told me." She closes her eyes thinking of all the trinkets, jewelry and objects in the home of her former owner. A few swords, a few well crafted instruments, and books of all sorts.
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