<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Atiya_2.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Atiya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Belled Collar<br/><strong>Concerning:</strong>Hector<br/><hr/><br/>Realization dawned on her when he pointed from the tavern to her collar. One had lifted up to her throat and she nodded then pointed to the tavern. “Owns,” she said, repeating his words in his accent. She then pointed to the bit of paper the cook had given her, still held in Hector’s hand and said, “market.”<br/><br/>She smiled up at him with a nervous grin and then her eyes quickly dropped down to his hands. She was never sure where to rest her eyes when in front of a free person and so her gaze usually settled on their hands. His were strong and darker than hers and, though lately she had been using hers for manual labor, his looked much more calloused than her own. She briefly wondered what he did for a living but she didn’t have a chance to guess by his garb or by anything he was carrying before he spoke a word she had heard plenty of times before at the tavern.<br/><br/>For a moment she was confused, to her the word was a way to tell her to kneel and she was already doing that wasn’t she? Her head tilted to the side and she looked up into his eyes trying to see whether he was mocking her or if he were truly asking her to do something different then what she was already doing. She had watched from the kitchens as her sister was hastily trained and Atiya tried to remember what was different about what she was doing right now. She had seen the free bend and twist Jaina into many different positions and bark out names for each but the most common one was much like what Atiya was doing now but only with legs spread wider.<br/><br/>With a rush of relief Atiya decided this must be what the man was asking for and she hurried to obey. Her legs spread, not as wide as some of the girls in the tavern, but to about shoulder width apart. The new position left her feeling open and vulnerable and though most of her pelvis was blocked from view by the iron belt her hand involuntarily jerked to arrange the dirty white silk to cover herself. She wanted nothing more than to cover her upper body with her hands but she had at learned to keep her hands down and allow a free to inspect any part of her they wished. To keep from covering herself she balled the sides of her garment into her fists, the fingers crinkling the fabric and bunching it up and she unknowingly exposed more of herself then she would have if she had just placed her hands on her thighs like she should have. The tops of her pale thighs were revealed and though they were covered in dirt and scratches they were also shapely and well muscled.<br/><br/>With a questioning perk of one eyebrow she repeated, “Nadu?” Then she added the one answer she had learned first, “yes Master.”<br/><br/>