<strong>Rhiannon - Slave training grounds with Sophie, Grace and Marco</strong><br/><br/>Rhiannon listened with quiet interest as a series of exchanges took place around her, any information she could pick over might prove valuable if she was to escape this place and rejoin her tribe. One of the other slaves remonstrated with the blonde who had read out the pairings, evidently she was or rather had been a citizen of some standing. Rhiannon dismissed her as a typically weak and self important imperial, coddled all her life and ill suited to survive when her trappings of privilege had been stripped away. Next there was an exchange of words between a tall strongly built man and the slim fairhaired girl, though they were civil in tongue the undercurrent of mutual dislike was clear enough. The man once he had finished introduced himself as Master Marco, the name with which her own had been paired. When his eyes alighted upon her briefly a shiver went down Rhiannon's spine. Though his eyes were a startling shade of blue, there seemed no humanity within them, like the eyes of some beast.<br/><br/>Rhiannon and the two other slaves, whose names she recalled were Sophie and Grace were bidden to follow as the man moved off. The young slave with the imperious manner, a typical high born imperial citizen, weak, coddled and overblown with her own importance, followed immediately, seeming impatient.  A second girl shrouded in a cloak moved more slowly, her features hidden but her movements betraying the fact that she was studying her surroundings carefully. Rhiannon followed on, wary of what might come, but hoping that at least she might finally be freed from the metal stock about her neck.