<strong>Rhiannon - Adonia's office</strong><br/><br/>Rhiannon heard the dark man request permission of his sister to exchange slaves. She felt the heat of anger and indignation well up inside her. Did they think she was horseflesh to be traded on a whim? Her cheeks and the upper slopes of her breasts grew hot as they were suffused by a blush of anger. Rhiannon was about to tell the swine exactly what she thought of his notion when the gaze of the raven haired slave mistress stilled her tongue. Those shockingly blue eyes lingered on Rhiannon and her full lips pursed as she licked her lower lip.<br/><br/>The Cenii warrior felt her breath catch for a moment as she recognised the look of speculation and interest in the family head's gaze. She unconsciously straightened to her full height and raised her chin to meet the woman's gaze with her own. Rhiannon's lips quirked, a smile barely suppressed as she heard the brother rebuked like an underling.<br/><br/>The man, Marco meanwhile had pushed back the hood on the slave beside Rhiannon. For a moment the warrior thought that the girl was another member of the Cenii, her hair was red as was common amongst her people, her eyes a pale green. Then the girl reacted angrily and spat out a phrase in her own tongue. Not then one of her own people, but with the spirit and fire that she had perhaps a distant kin.<br/><br/>The Lady Adonia stood and came closer, inspecting both Rhiannon and the woman beside her. The Lady agreed to Marco's request and for a brief second a smile broke the warrior's stoic reserve. Unless she was very mistaken the Lady Adonia was a lover of women. A sport at which Rhiannon had much experience, surely once the opportunity arose for her to practice that skill she could maneuver an imperial wench to her own advantage?<br/><br/><strong>"So, my dear, what is it they call you again?"</strong>Adonia asked, addressing Rhiannon for the first time.<br/><br/>Slim fingers reached out and teased a lock of Rhiannon's red hair. Rhiannon stood firm and made no move to flinch or pull away from the woman's touch. Her green eyes locked with Adonia's gaze and she paused a moment to ensure that when she replied her voice would be calm and measured.<br/><br/><strong>"I am called Flamehair by you of the empire, those whose villa's and farms I burnt to the ground and the troops that I harried and killed. Amongst my own I am Rhiannon of the Cenii."</strong>