Adonia sat in the quiet confines of her study, a slender quil made of peacock feather twirled in her dainty hand. She reguarded the paper before her, pondering deeply. Full lips puckered in concentration, before she finally dipped the quil into the inkwell and began the graceful sweeping motions that made up finely excecuted handwriting. It was sweeping and graceful, swirling in an intricate pattern of functionability. When she finished penning the necessary words, she set the quil aside, capped the ink, and leaned forward to blow on the still wet ink.<br/><br/>Azure eyes flickered over the list, apprasing it one last time to make sure all was in order. She had thought long and hard about the contents, pouring over each profile that had been set before her, and finally settling on a final decision. There would likely be a need for a few tweaks, but Adonia would see to it that the group was under her watchful eye at all times. That was how quality products were produced.<br/><br/>Adonia's own burden was double with this new load of slaves. Two girls for that matter. The Mistress of the Academy was looking for a new girl, and she hoped that one of the two she was about to take on would prove promising. The young Mistress rang a dainty silver, summoning a small looking waif of a girl. The petite little sprite, with blonde riotous locks and sharp blue eyes moved in slowly, settling before the desk in a low sweeping curtsy that belled the full, yet simple skirts about her small frame.<br/><br/>"You rang my lady?" Nothing more than a beat of a second had passed before the blonde had entered, alerting Adonia that the girl had been quite near.<br/><br/>"Take this list to the training grounds. There the new slave batch and the Master and Mistresses are waiting. Give the list to them, and have them pair off according to the demands I have set forth. Send Marco in to see me, I wish to discuss some things with him. Have him bring his newest student. And send in my two as well." With that Adonia turned back to the pile of papers set before her, obviously having dismissed the girl.<br/><br/>The waif curtsied again, despite Adonia's obvious lack of attention to the matter, before scurrying out of the private study, and toward the training grounds.