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Yana and Sinnabun meeting at the Fair
DIR By: Tula
Date: March 30, 2026, 12:00 pm
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Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
-- is upon the long central dirt avenue between tents, booths,
stalls, pavilions, and stockades --
says to ALL: Like the tavern, the street of Chains, so many
other things about this Fair, this, clearly was a new experience
for the blonde that was clad in the tunic of white silk, the
collar of the House of Lycus encircling her throat, the brand of
a northern bond maid burned into her thigh, for the proud
Merchant that had attended the Fair in the past had never had to
carry her own water to the tents for washing, cooking and such
like, such things had always been done for her. By slaves.
Slaves such as she now was, she following in the footsteps of
the redhead in front of her, trying to hold the yoke still so
that no water splashed out of the sides. or, more accurately, no
more water. As she trudged on she silently prayed to the Priest
Kings that dwelled in the mountain that loomed over the Fair
that she would not encounter anyone who recognised her, who knew
the person that she had once been, would now see her as naught
but beast of burden, for the shame would have hit her as
fiercely as the blue flame that the Priest Kings might wield on
those who had incurred their wrath.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
-- is upon the long central dirt avenue between tents, booths,
stalls, pavilions, and stockades --
says to ALL: The pair weaved a path through the crowd, or at
least as best they could given what they carried, they having to
squeeze through spaces, sometimes turning one way or the other
so that the buckets would not get in anyone's way, each movement
risking another spillage until Yana judged that the water level
had reached a point where it was unlikely that any more could
actually be spilled, at least by the buckets swaying from side
to side, they would need to be tipped up on end for to lose any
more of their contents. Even with some of the water leaving a
trail behind them the buckets were still heavy though, caused
the yoke to press down on her shoulders that grumbled in silent
protest as she and Felicia trudged on, the blonde judging that
the redhead in front of her seemed to be managing the task with
ease, she having hardly spilled a drop from her buckets,
occasionally turning round to see how far behind her Yana had
lagged, encourage the blonde to move faster. It was not that she
was unfit she who had once been a Tyrosi she urt before she had
risen to become something else mused to herself as they moved
past a section of stalls dedicated to the selling of cloths and
silks, no, Yana was lean, supple, had grown up on the wharves of
Kasra, running, stealing, hiding, until the day she had not hid
quickly enough and had been caught. She had thought that she
might end up in the collar that day, that the iron might kiss
her thigh, but those who had caught her had other plans, ones
that would see her fight for her life before embarking on a
journey that had led, ultimately, to the House of Lycus.
Whose tents, thankfully, now lay just ahead.
Yana
-- is upon the long central dirt avenue between tents, booths,
stalls, pavilions, and stockades --
says to ALL: Dawn had broken on a new day at the Fair. Yana was
unsure how many days remained, for this Fair had been online any
other that she had attended, that perhaps stating the obvious,
but still days had passed seemingly seamlessly into nights,
those nights sometimes late indeed, such as the night that
Marcus Lycus, he who was her Master, had taken her to one of the
paga taverns, in doing so peeled away the veil of secrecy that
obscured such places from the eyes of many at the Fair, exposed
her to a whole gamut of new experiences and sensations. This
Fair, then, unlike other Fairs, had been an occasion to learn,
to see the Fair through different eyes than those that had
hitherto taken it in. It was as though she was attending the
Fair for the very first time, which in a way she was, for the
last time she had been here - and every previous time before
that - it been not as a slave but as a Free Woman.
Times, though, had changed, that change of course brought about
by her own hand, her own pride. A wager offered, rash
impulsiveness claiming ascendancy over calm rationality and in a
heartbeat she had set herself on course that now saw her making
her way down the central avenue in Felicia's wake, each slave
carrying a yoke across their shoulders, a bucket depending from
a chain at each end, those buckets filled with water, drawn from
the central wells, now being carried back to the tents of the
House of Lycus by two beasts of burden.
Sinnabun
-- is within a private sleeping tent --
I take another bite from my larma as I watch Yana and Felicia
approach, struggling with their heavy load.
“I hope you didn't spill all of it,” I say withoutr making a
move to help them. “Otherwise you can go right back to the
well.”
Yana
"Of course not." Yana replied, adding a heartbeat later
"mistress." The smile that she offered the second girl of the
House may have been on her lips, but did not carry to eyes that
held as much warmth as a Torvalsland glacier as she moved to the
water barrel that the buckets were to be entered into, deposited
the contents of each of hers into that barrel in turn, there
thus being no way for you to measure how much water she had
indeed fetched whilst you had been busy eating a larma fruit.
The blonde supposed that you were enjoying this, having switch
rights over one who you had once had to kneel before, call
'Mistress'. Serve wine to. To be fair, she would probably have
been the same in your position.
Sinnabun
“Then you can enjoy a little break, Yana,” I smile. Hiding the
amount of water from me is a good sign that she's adapting to
her new life as a slave girl, a pretty beast trying to please
her master and avoid punishment from the second girl.
“Take a candy from the jar and enjoy it while you tell me about
your experience on the platform,” I tell her, wondering whether
she'll try to take two.
Yana
"Thank you mistress." In her past life the blonde had played
games, learned how to wear a mask, to conceal emotions, that
mask now sliding into place, her tone one of due deference, no
hint in her voice of the scorn that she would dearly love to
spill from her lips as you allowed her a treat, a candy, for one
who had once drunk the finest of wines from Ar or Cos.
The sweet was taken - one sweet - popped into her mouth before
she turned to face you. "The platform was....exciting..." Words
now started to flow more easily, were less guarded, as thoughts
went back to the platform, she eating with her mouth full, a
thing which to be fair she had done previously, much to the
chagrin of her Mother. "The Master pointed out different
things...." yes, second girl, let that register, she had been
with the Master of the House at the time, where had you been?
"He asked me what my thoughts were " That one was added for
bonus points "Then we watched some dancing girls being sold."
She swallowed the candy, smiled "Do you dance, mistress?"
Sinnabun
Watching the blonde take a candy from the jar, I wonder whether
the high and mighty merchant could have imagined just a few days
ago how much she'd enjoy such a treat If she had won the game
with our master, she'd probably not even notice the lumps of
sugar her maid would place next to the tea … the maid often
being me.
But she lost and so she now kneels there in a thin tunic, a
collar around her neck. “Yes, the master always takes his time
to teach new kajirae about their new life if they seem to have
problems to live up the standards the House expects from them,”
I say with a fake smile. “It's a good sign that you're curious
about what you might learn in the future … do you want to be
taught how to dance your beauty before men?”
Yana
One fake smile was met with another, sincerity being a thing
absent in that moment as she held your gaze for a moment. She
already knew what her Master planned for her of course, for he
had told her the things that she would be taught, told her
yesterday, as they had stood at the sales platforms and watched
the dancers being sold. "We shall see what the future holds."
The false smile lingered a moment longer, abstract thought
suddenly in her head, of how very, very different our
conversations would have been but for a single miscalculation in
the opening phases of the game that the Merchant and the Slaver
had played.
That thought was swiftly stifled though, for it served no
purpose. And besides, Felicia was waiting..."We have tasks to
attend to. Enjoy your larma fruit....mistress." And then she was
on her way, with the red head, the pair swiftly disappearing
into the throng.
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