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Settling in
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 10:06 am
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1.1.19
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
HULNETH
[Hearth]
A stone hearth was set in the middle of the hall.
Fires in the hearth were used for lighting, heating and cooking
.the smoke exited through the tiles in the roof.
says to ALL: It had been my first night in a new collar and it
felt right. I can’t say I had felt that, with any surety, these
last two years. There had been some months between that time
when I’d been free, but the collars I’d worn had felt less than
secure. Of course, there was nothing in a slave’s life that was
secure aside from her birth and death. I took comfort in the
knowledge I had served each owner as best I could and tried not
to let the fact that it had not lasted hurt too much. I realised
in these recent hands that I’d never properly mourned the one
owner who I had cared about. I had not mourned the Northern
Master named Kobe who perished in the arena. It had never been
right after that, having had to flee back to Lethia for safety,
but never feeling like the slave I was. The freedom she gave me
I had squandered, only getting as far as Blackwater before I
gave myself to Stein. Despite my effort, despite my eagerness
and desire to please him- when a heart and mind are at odds,
slave or not, there is a rift and no way to breach it until both
heart and mind are healed. Reluctantly, but purposefully, I
begged to be sold, knowing that the Mistress Nyah would be able
to help me. And where she could not, Hulneth itself would heal
me.
A night became a day and a day became two days and here I was,
three days hence since my new collaring with a kernel of hope
blossoming within my belly. Hope was never something to be taken
lightly because, big or small, it could change the very course
of one’s direction. I’d seen leaders fall from grace all on the
smallest of hope growing within the hearts of their citizens.
I’d seen men in the arena battle their foes and even the ones
with most to lose, who faced a man 10 x greater than him, have
bested them gloriously all because of hope. Indeed, I would hold
on to this hope, nurture it and help it to grow that I might be
able to serve my Mistress better and that I might one day feel
more completely me. I was not foolish enough to think my work
was done, or that it would be easier now that a small,
blossoming of hope burned inside of me, no. The work had only
just begun, and the work would be daily, even by the ahn, even
by the ihn. My future- the betterment of my future resided in my
ability to do the work needed. It would require me to listen to
my Mistress in all things and obey her. And I promised myself I
would.
dagger [Nyah’s]
House of Coultrain
HULNETH
[Hearth]
A stone hearth was set in the middle of the hall.
Fires in the hearth were used for lighting, heating and cooking
.the smoke exited through the tiles in the roof.
says to ALL: Night was often the worst for me. It was as though
my skull were cleaved in two and all my thoughts and emotions
from the last two years were set loose upon my thoughts. I could
not stay in the palette where I was expected to sleep and quite
like a shadow, I wandered the grounds near the main hall, with a
deftness and impossibly quiet step that would marvel many Black
in training. I was not, of course, an Assassin and nor was I
ever in training, but I had been owned by three and each of them
had left a substantial imprint on my soul. But my agility and my
skill for traipsing unseen, that skill was something taught by
one of the most well-known, Taharian Slavers that Port Kar had
ever seen.
Na’il Athir, Taharian Slaver and his brother, Na’im Athir,
Physician, had begun their lives with little more than a dream
and ultimately prospered so incredibly, that they left the
desert in pursuit of an empire in Port Kar. They were still
young men, with enough mystery surrounding their acquisitions
(both human and material) that not only were they welcomed in
Kar, but they charmed wealthy Karians out of pockets of gold,
for some of the most exquisite bred-slaves that Kar had ever
known. Before long they had built themselves the empire that
they had dreamed of and perfected the breeding of exotics
including the two that would ultimately create- me.
But it wasn’t the Athirian empire that troubled my sleep or set
me to skulking the halls at night, it was memories. Vast oceans
of memories that, at times, felt as though they might suffocate
me. I often wondered if my progenitor ever contemplated the
ramifications of memory on a stabilised slave. Did it ever occur
to them that the sheer weight of these memories could paralyse a
slave’s thoughts, paralyse their breathing and leave them
clawing at the ground terrified? I felt pretty certain that this
never occurred to them only because they were never slaves and
because slaves were only beasts. We were no more important than
an animal and yet, I felt that there were men who treated their
animals with more fondness than their slaves. Which left me to
think, to what purpose then were we here? Or at least, then, why
not eliminate us after our ‘prime’ years were gone?
But I never got any further then those thoughts, having made my
way back to the Main Hall, where I would coil before the hearth
and promptly fall asleep.
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