<strong>Arianna, training yard with Daire</strong><br/><br/>As Daire's voice droned on in a manner he was obviously accustomed to, Arianna's cowled head lowered slowly. The other slaves were being taken away by their prospective trainers, and Arianna ignored them. One of the precious little females even made a bolt for it, and still though she indeed had the Power to stop Alexis quickly, she made no move to stop the girl, knowing there would be no escape. Sure enough  Safira took it all under control. And through it all, as Daire kept speaking on things that she found a bit amusing, her long nail still traced over the single link upon the chain of his manacles. She was so small standing next to this giant of a man, perhaps indeed waifish as he so eloquently put it. He was a man among men in his normal domain obviously. And yet, he seemed one that would be quite logical within his own world of a fighting arena, where he apparently thought he was.<br/><br/>He was not aware he was to be trained, and she found this odd. Perhaps she would need to talk with Lady D'enes, and find out the particulars of this man. Later..<br/><br/>“ Unwilling..”<br/><br/>With that single purred word she turned away, and it would seem as if she had decided to simply leave Daire chained up in the middle of the training yard. Not so. She would seem to glide upon air as she eased away from the barbarian, heading towards her private alcove. As the shadows enveloped her like a lover, his own began to move. Slowly at first, it would seem to churn at his feet, taking on an almost gaseous aspect. In a wind that didn't exist his shadow swayed about his feet, now up his trunk like legs, thick tendrils sliding over his tanned flesh, a deathly chill seeping into the limbs. Within the dark alcove Arianna stood, her cloaked back to her slave, waiting silently.<br/><br/>In time, his shadow would envelop Daire completely, if he did not call out to her, if he did not change his mind. She would see...