<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>Storage area, 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>Zidir, Ilhan<br/><hr/><br/>If she couldn't see it for herself the general vibe of the room would have told her enough on how begrudging this whole ordeal was between the two. Something wasn't quite right and she made a mental note to have a conversation with one of Zidir's more educated acquisitions. Most slaves she had thought would be uneducated and unable to read much like herself but it had surprised her to know that someone as skilled as a scribe could become a slave should they not repay debts owed. It left her to wonder if this whole thing was a good idea. She would have to confer with the spirits if nothing else.<br/><br/>The Nefasi was drawn from her thoughts as her would be purchaser drew her fingers to his lips in a kiss, causing the woman to jump in surprise. She'd never experienced such a gesture and while hands could be both scared and vile to her, the gesture of kissing one's fingers was a show of more than simple appreciation to her kind. It was an intimacy she hadn't previously been privileged. She found a smile tugging at her rose wine colored lips, becoming quite fond of his prose.<br/><br/><i>"Would it not be fair to assume you'd not despair you you not a care to beware?"</i>She grinned cheekily, her tongue peeking out between her teeth at the corner of her lips. The mischief behind the smile reached all the way to her eyes, wrinkling their corners with their twinkling glow.<i>"Tomorrow."</i>She nodded, leaving forward to touch his knuckles to her forehead in a gesture of good parting.<br/><br/><br/><br/>