<strong>~ Slave Eira; still dodging the cook ~<br/>~ Villa Kitchens ~</strong><br/><br/>To be fair, Eira wasn't really all that cruel. At least, she had her soft spots, far too many in fact to even begin to be classed as another household opportunist. Too many slaves competed to be in the Domina's good books, only for their plans to eventually backfire. Alas, Cilo's desperate begging had her rolling ice-blue eyes from the Northern shores, in tune with the release of a quiet, sympathetic sigh. Basic survival as a slave counted on mischief at times, and over the years, she had learnt those important lessons. Now, she passed the torch over to Cilo. One day, he would thank her for it, even if it meant suffering a sore rear or two in the short term.<br/><br/>“You owe me,” she muttered, before taking a quick glance around him. The cook was busy again,  so now was her chance. “I hope you remember how to get back to the courtyard at least, or you will owe me twice.”<br/><br/>Not waiting for a direct answer though, Eira slipped away from Cilo slightly, to quietly move behind the red-haired woman instead. Mixed within the small group of slave girls, she blended in while also attempting to catch another's attention in her slightly hushed voice. Having earned the brief glare of the head cook, the small group had calmed down slightly to focus on their tasks. The odd naughty little giggle broke out now and then though, as eyes occasionally met. An inside joke that Eira did not care to join.<br/><br/>“<em>Psst</em>... Aishwa! You have a message for Nakia, yes?” Though she did pause a moment, she also didn't really wait for a confirmation, either way.  “Then, please could you take clean garments to the baths with you? I could fetch them, if you like, and Cilo will promise to owe you for it too.” Turning back to the male slave, her rhetorical tone was lightened by the gentler smile upon her pale lips. “Won't you.”<br/>