<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcoPfKF.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Ilhan<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Djaffir<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Slave piers<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N’ebthe, Zidir, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Once N'ebthe relinquished her blind touch on his face, and turned to follow Zidir, Ilhan put his mask back on and allowed himself to blush. As long as she held his face, she held his attention almost to the point that he didn't hear much of anything from Zidir, or the market all around him. Ilhan thought he'd only hold a gaze academically, curiosity for the rare workings of the gods being enough to turn him away from his overwhelming discomfort in the slave piers. There was much to say about her eyes, and however true it was to say the Nefasi was blind, he also felt her see straight through him, and even in his finery he felt as naked as her - which didn't help him resist a flush to his cheek either. The market pushed Ilhan to see the Nefasi, N'ebthe, as a slave and commodity. But he was no eunuch, nor so dishonest to not appreciate what is worthy of it.<br/><br/>When Ilhan woke up, he was in a strange place, and looked up at the lonely shafts of light that filtered into the worn building from above. Homely, but then he felt even this short a distance from the shouting and the inhumanity behind him. When he turned back to the two before him, he thought quickly on what he wished to see, but so as not to seem too eccentric or even disinterested - Zidir still full of allusion to a primal, obvious point for a beautiful slave for sale - Ilhan folded his arms and bought time with a simple request.<br/><br/>"Would she allow us the honor to gaze upon more than she has?" he asked boldly, not in fact uninterested in N'ebthe's physique. But again he could not demand this of her, or have Zidir force her wrap from her shoulders. He saw her will strain at her shackles and chains earlier with her touch on his cheek, and if he wished to see anything else today besides the world through her eyes, then it was that freedom of will.