<strong>Mira---Marco, Maschor, Variani</strong><br/><br/>Mira could only laugh at the slavegirl that was grasped at the elbow by one of her favorite D'enes siblings. She batted her eyes lightly at Maschor as he started to haul his piece of baggage away. She always had a bit of a soft spot for the younger D'enes, but had never done anything more than flirt, least she raise the ire of her Mistress. If there was one thing that Mira knew about Adonia, it was that she was insanely jealous when it came to lovers that occupied her bed. Firting would do for the moment, until she was released of any obligations to her Mistress where the bedroom was concerned.<br/><br/>Marco's grating voice sliced through her pleasant musings, causing the petite blonde to turn hard blue eyes in his general direction. "I am sure, My Lord, is aware that the Lady of D'enes," she put much imphasis on each of those words. "has plenty of things to content with. If she can alleviate some of the duties by sending me to take care of more..common," her eyes slid the length of Marco's body, "Tasks, than I will do all that I can to oblige."<br/><br/>Mira let out another tinkling laugh as Marco and the three slaves slid off toward Adonia. Mira would join soon enough, but first there was something she wanted to attend to. Booted feet carried her along the length of the massive training grounds, ignoring those about her that had nothing to do with her mission. On the far end of the training grounds was an ice chest large enough for a grown person to stand in. She entered it, drawing out a few cubes of ice and dropping them into a clay pitcher. Withdrawing from the freezing room, she kicked the door shut and made her way to a spigot and pumped water from the spout into the clay pitcher. Hefting it, Mira turned toward Master Maschor's alcove, but not before fetching a gold goblet for his use.<br/><br/>She slid into the private alcove, quiet as a mouse, so as not to disturb and waited for an opportune time to announce her presence.