June 18th, 2004
|mistressnelle||09:14 am - All our separate ways...|
Okay, Cler-Mun, I love you! You read the other list! Yay!!!! ::this is your DM-esque person happy::
Laelith nodded to Mier, "I just need 10 allutes for her company, and you and she can talk all you'd like." There was a smile playing on her impish face. "As for a room, would you prefer a garden suite, or a mannor suite? And do you wish me to have a meal and drinks sent, and a bath drawn before you retire?"
Each of the attending girls waited by the baths for the occupants of their rooms, wondering what they would be bid to do, glad, for a change, not to be upon the wall.
Elise, the girl sent to attend on Cleriden, hurried about his desired tasks. She gathered his requested rations from the kitchens, and then badages and some ointments, salves and potion tablets from the infermery. She also detailed a map and directions to the mannor's armory, so that he may either purchase or order what he needed. Upon disposing the used bandages and delivering the elf's garments to the laundress, she had a bit of time to chat with the pleasant older woman over the wash basin, none to proud to help out where she could. They passed the remainder of Elise's two mark allotment together, laughing and generally making the best they could of the night. There was almost one blunder with a heavy gown of the Lady's, but it was solved quickly enough. More importantly, the presence of a dress meant that the Mistress had been at the mannor recently, even if they had not seen her.
As Elise traversed the maze of hallways leading to the gardens, she thought about the Lady. Sure, she kept slaves, but she treated them well, and when all was said and done, she loved them in her own way, and they all loved her in return.
She was still thinking on the situation when she arrived at the door to Cleriden's cottage. With a gentle knock, she waited from him to admit her. "Kind sir, it's Elise, your attendant. I have what things you've requested." She held nothing as she stood there, but as had been displayed, one need not be holding something to posess it.
"Oh.... The Mistress... she comes and goes.... as she will." Laelith looked suddenly nervous. There wasn't fear in her demeanor, but something about the topic or woman of subject put her a little on edge.
She moved out from behind the bar, calling a little key to her hand as she walked toward the slave girls. She undid the padlock holding Bianca, the girl the Meir had been speaking with, in her chains. "Now, there is food and drink ready to be called whenever you two desire it." She leaned is as she undid the chaining, murmuring softly to her. "Bi, my pet, think wisely."
Bianca nodded to Laelith as the woman handed her a key and globe, but smiled to Meir as well. "Follow me. I'll lead us to your quarters."
If he follwos, they arrive at a suite on the left hand side of the furthest hallway.
Meir noticed the diffrence talking about Mistress did to people here. He made a mental note to have a talk with her when she showed up. As he follows bi he starts working out his plan. As they get to the suite he opens the door and steps in. He looks around and then ask's the question. "Now, what brought you here?"
Bianca startled, her chestnut eyes wide, his abruptness taking her by surprise. "What do you mean, good sir? I came here upon my own two feet and the need for a place of safe haven. Would you like me to call in dinner?" She swept a honey-toned arm towards the table, a bottle of wine already there for the sharring.
"A safe Haven? Why would you need a safe haven? You may call in Dinner for yourself, I have food with me. Now then, I want you to travel with me, and I am willing to offer great things if you do. As for tonight however I have some special requests. It wont hurt much. By the way, how much of the money I paid for you go to you?
Bianca worried her fingers together, wondering just what it was he had in store for her, dark brows furrowing as she decided to address the moeny issue first.
"The allutes you paid go half to my wages, and half to Wintra's temple. The Mistress is quite a supporter, though, honestly, I think it is mostly to assuage the High Goddess, and to keep her from turning her attentions..." She blushed thouroughly at her loose words. It wasn't that the words weren't true, it's just.... it wasn't as bad as she had made it out to be...
"But... Meir... what are your requests?"