(With the other slaves)<br/><br/>Chiara was still and silent, hugging her knees to her chest as the cart made its progress to the ludus. She stared down at the spot of light on the floor that came through one of the cracks in the side. This was it... Her new home with her new masters. There was no fire in her lovely blue eyes, only a stoic acceptance of the life she'd always had. However, there was a very keen intelligence and determination in those eyes.<br/><br/>She was definitely not as unkempt as a few of the others. The girl had done what she could to make herself presentable so she'd make a good impression on her new Domina. There were no bruises or scars on her arms to indicate prior rough treatment. Her former mistress had been very good to her. But who knew what would be expected of her at this ludus?<br/><br/>Silently she prayed to Artemis and Hestia, that the huntress would protect her and the goddess of the hearth would see that her new home wasn't too uncomfortable. Chiara had been a slave from birth. She had almost come to believe that she was property, worth no more than what someone would pay for her.<br/><br/>But that wasn't true, she just knew it. One day she would have her freedom. It would be granted or purchased. Until then she diligently serve her masters and earn the best position within the household she could. Unable to resist any longer, she turned and peered out at her new surroundings...