<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>Zidir's establishment<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Twilight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N’ebthe, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Zidir dismissed the warning with bit of a chuckle, "I'll take that under consideration, as soon as I get yesteryear's sand cleaned off my steps." Indeed it was no secret among the slaves that some troubles from his past had begun to surface and the shadow they cast on his house was bigger than any before. His old 'friends' they had introduced themselves as when two burly men of nefarious looks had barged into the slave house with saber's hanging from their belts. Zidir was keeping most of the details within his closest circle of slaves, but it did not take a shaman to read that his overall demeanor had been under stress. Only moments that seemed to take his mind off of these strange intruders were the times he did trade or enjoyed the company of one or more of his personal slaves. These little chatting pauses with N'ebthe's tea strangely seemed to have similar effect. He listened to her half riddled verses with a calm drowsy look on those orange brazier's that were his eyes. A faint smile was drawn on his lips and his hand slowly stirred the tea after he'd poured a long drop of honey in it.<br/><br/>Adila's lips were parted in a small smile as were her eyes. She leaned lightly over the cup. The barely visible pillar of scents that rose from it floated their way right into her nostrils. Her eyes shifted from her conversation partner to the dark ceiling as she began trying to picture the man based on N'ebthe's description. Very little of the image that her mind ended up creating matched with reality. "Ooh, well he does sound quite the fine man," the dark feline humanoid squinted her eyes as she inspected N'ebthe's composure. She was left hoping for a little more emotion in her reply. The new emotion that slipped into her smile was almost pity, though overall the expression remained to be dominated by relaxation and content. Slavery was in many ways like any other arranged relationship, except the problems of those were in slavery multiplied manifold. There was very little chance one would ever end up living with a person they could truly be happy with. To Adila this looked like once a lifetime chance of N'ebthe's passing by her very eyes.<br/><br/>The dark lips curled back into a genuine grin when the question was returned. Adila glanced at Zidir sitting between them, catching a glance in return from his fiery eyes. It took a moment for him to return the mischief of her smile however. "Lets say that I've grown to like him. As you know I've been under his care for a while, longer than most, and I've seen many sides of this man. He really relishes that mask of greed and power, but it's not the one he wears when he thinks of us. That would be the heart of it, but I can't deny that his magic touch doesn't add to the pull." With her gaze fixed on Zidir she did not attempt to conceal the sultry flavor from her tone. The slave master seemed quite happy with how at least his personal slaves who had stuck through the years saw him. "Thank you Adila. I am quite glad things turned out the way they have. I could have gone either way..."