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       The Arrival of Sativa
   DIR By: Lily
       Date: May 23, 2026, 12:58 pm
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       (05/23/26 10:37:35 am)
       .:Like A Scream But Sort Of Silent:.
       People fear what they do not understand
       Sativa
       Apothecary
       .:MPG:..: PoD:.
       House of Lycus - Outside the Grounds
       -=Is somewhere just outside the grounds belonging to the
       compound of the House of Lycus.=-
       ALL: The wagon ride from the Caravanserai Market had been long
       and rather painful, however, I was the patient sort. I always
       had been. It is easy to be patient when no one truly understands
       who you are and what you know. My introverted self had not had
       to speak much nor to many, and it rather much pleased me to
       remain silent when and where possible.
       I had heard of a slave for sale here, one trained as a Ladies'
       maid. One that I did not need to worry about running about with
       Men, one that I could train to my specifications. My thoughts
       were hopeful in this. I sought to meet her, and the renowned
       Marcus Lycus, so that I might decide if I had interest in her.
       (05/23/26 10:42:47 am)
       .:Like A Scream But Sort Of Silent:.
       People fear what they do not understand
       Sativa
       Apothecary
       .:MPG:..: PoD:.
       House of Lycus - Courtyard
       -=Is somewhere in the open courtyard of the compound.=-
       ALL: I had made my way to the largest log building I had ever
       seen, outmatching even most Great Halls of the Northern claims I
       had visited before after disembarking from the transport ship
       which brought me to Freeport. I chose to move slowly through the
       courtyard and its gardens, palest of blue eyes so light that
       they almost matched the silver of my hair, tendrils of which
       escaped the hood of deep green, a color so deep that it almost
       looked black. At various plants, I paused and leaned into it,
       taking a good inhale of its scent. There were plenty of useful
       plants and herbs here, and I wondered vaguely who had chosen to
       include these into the manufactured landscape.
       (05/23/26 10:54:51 am)
       .:Like A Scream But Sort Of Silent:.
       People fear what they do not understand
       Sativa
       Apothecary
       .:MPG:..: PoD:.
       House of Lycus - Gardens
       -=Is outside the House, enjoying a private moment in the
       gardens..=-
       ALL: A Guard stepped forward and in a polite, cultured voice
       asked if He could be of assistance. I knew what He was truly
       asking, and answered as such in my oddly accented,
       semi-dissociative manner. "I am Sativa....I am told there is a
       slave, one who is for sale. Trained as a Ladies' maid. I have
       come to seek...information." My eyes barely glanced at the
       Guard, but I could sense His confusion and apprehension. I was
       different, odd, quite strange. Nothing about me was what one
       could term as normal per Gorean society. I didn't care. I was
       merely who I was.
       He finally nodded, then gestured toward the large building. "She
       would be within, Lady," He said as He tried to encourage me
       toward the large double doors. Slowly I nodded but my focus was
       on all of the beautiful flowers of the gardens, laid out in
       eye-catching and pleasing patterns. I wondered if the
       inhabitants of the House had any clue as to the myriad uses of
       the blooms and stems on display.
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