<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Zidir<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Hadaree<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, Ihan<br/><hr/><br/>It was going all so well again. Zidir beamed of only one emotion and it was something between happiness and greed; his favorite. He seemed almost theatrical in every little shift in pose and encouraged N'ebthe to follow Ilhan's request with a wild waving motion that really served no purpose. Oh this would be cause for celebration, he thought. One could really not have hoped for a buyer more promising after months of fruitless search.<br/><br/>He had wished the woman would take Ilhan's hint as good as his own word, but noticed a moment's hesitation in her look and spoke to diffuse it. "You may oblige to the man's request at your wish N'ebthe." The warm light of his eyes turned to illuminate Ilhan as he continued. Words came out almost as whispers with a hint of tease in them. "Would you like to proceed perhaps? Investigate her beauty from up close."