<strong>Adonia's Study- Everyone</strong><br/><br/>Adonia noted the sound of the click that indicated that the latch had caught on the door when Grace had ushered it completely closed. It was then that Rhiannon caught Adonia's attention. The Imperial's lips twitched slightly, bordering on the edges of a smile as she stared back at the fire haired slave. The tip of her tongue teased out over her lower lip, before one slender hand drummed a light beat upon the table. The warrior woman, if she was not mistaken.<br/><br/>Those azure eyes slid back toward the form of Grace, not but a scant distance from Rhiannon. It was an oddity to have two firehaired wenches running about, and it amused Adonia quite a bit to say the least. The grunts from Sophie was ignored for the most part, though the young girl did garner the presence of Adonia's booted feet upon her left side, as if she were no more than a mere step stool.<br/><br/>"Your Grace, actually. If you were aiming to be proper, that is, brother. I know you lack manners at times, but I am sure that your tutors taught you some form of courtly address." She tsked in disapproval, enjoying the baiting of her younger brother. Pushing him to see how far she could take him before he broke, was one of her favorite past times. "And I do not give a damn what the furniture has to say about her new status." As if to emphasis that point, Adonia nudged the girl in the ribs with the toe of her shoe. That one was going to need to be taught quite a great deal, and Adonia entertained the thought of a leash and collar. That was for a later time...when an audience was not present.<br/><br/>Adonia removed her feet from the ribs of her current footstool, and shook out the folds of her already immaculate sapphire skirts. With slow, even strides she came upon the gathering of slaves and Master. Full lips perked slightly as her eyes skidded over the face of Grace and than once again flickered toward Rhiannon. The warrioress intrigued Adonia greatly but so did the other firehaired girl. Adonia pursed her lips and let out a breath of air.<br/><br/>"Granted brother. But if you can not handle the chit, I will recall her back to my care, and you will train no one for this session." Adonia would have her hands full with two, let alone three! But, she had the right to refuse her brother that fact, and now she also had a title to hang over his head.<br/><br/>Adonia's eyes flickered to the Amazon, long elegant fingers slipping forward to catch a stray lock of red hair. "So, my dear, what is it they call you again?" Adonia knew, but she was testing the girl's reactions..gauging how far she could take the girl before she retaliated or reacted in an adverse way. Gauge the level of the slave and than train from there. That was one of her many rules.