"<strong>Stop that!!</strong>" A voice billowed through the room, Cariad deep in lullaby, her back stinging as the air washed over the welts.<br/><br/>"<strong>This is a house slave!</strong>" His words pulling her from the meditative state, they seemed familiar to her. So Cariad was to be a house slave, working within the precious confines of the house.<br/><br/>"<strong>You know what you're doing...?Anyone should know slaves and especially beautiful, female slaves were more valuable when they were undamaged, unscarred. "Out!!</strong>"<br/><br/>Cariad lifted her head, biting her lip against shouting at the guard as he left the room, mumbling something under his breath. Wincing as she straightened up, trying to stand tall before the medicine man and the wild looking girl in the corner.<br/><br/>After checking the room to make sure there were no guards, she lifted her head, her dark matted hair sticking to her face as the perspiration jewels her skin.<br/><br/><em>"Yr Meddyg?"</em>Her tone questionable, a slight wince as awaited the second beating. When it didn't come she relaxed a little, but didn't move. Fear holding her to the spot for the first time in years. The tools and implements of pain and torture hanging from the walls. Her gaze falling on the dark haired girl with a fire in her eyes. Curiosity growing as dipped her head.<br/><br/><em>"Helo tân yn llygaid."</em>Hoping that her words would be soft and friendly, but doubting it so. Drawing her gaze away from the "Fire Eyes" girl in the corner, her eyes falling on her tattered clothes. Her pale skin showing through the rips, the lacerations seeping blood down her back.