<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Nefasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zidir's establishment<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zidir, Open<br/><hr/><br/>She didn't have to see the sad smile to know it was there and while her close relationship with spirits felt somewhat like empathy it did not always reveal what was presently there. Nor did she bother to tell the woman her pity was unfounded. N'ebthe had learned long ago that her wants and needs were secondary to these slave merchants. As a matter of fact, the more happy she seemed about a prospective sale the less likely it seemed to happen. Especially not when this was a deal where she was apparently working to purchase the freedom that was stolen from her. It was a lot like having to purchase your beloved grandmother's antique charm bracelet back from some woman your robber sold it too and have this woman try to force you to buy it for five times the price solely based on the sentimental value. It was painful at best, enraging at worst and she knew that she needed to keep her emotions tightly reigned in lest she make the mistake of releasing all those pent up feelings on the wrong person.<br/><br/>Had she not been blind as a bat she would have no doubt escaped this path forced upon her long ago but there were little options for someone who literally could not see her exit routes. She adapted, she persevered and she did what she could while keeping to her traditions. Additionally her teas usually did quite the job at placating most of her 'owners', an aromatic mixture of Khat, Jasmine and a touch of Poppy, its euphoric and sedative effects were appealing in more ways than one. Sometimes she even added a touch of Cardamom, an aphrodisiac, to the mixture when she knew Zidir planned to spend some personal time with one of his favored pleasure slaves. A happy Zidir was a happy slave, after all.<br/><br/><i>"I am happy for you both. Happiness is one of life's gifts meant to be easily obtained."</i>Even if it wasn't.<i>"Ah, but Zidir, I would see to your steps cleaned had I known it would keep next-year's ruffians from tracking in more when they brandish their sabres again."</i>She murmured lackadaisically, trying to hide her smirk against her brass cup.<br/><br/><br/>