"Ye will be sure she does stay close aye?" Nimble fingers unlaced the snug braid and in moments a cascade of thick black hair was unbound before Fiona glanced over a shoulder at her husband.

"Of course." Was his reply as heavy leather boots were kicked off and placed to the side of the bed.

"Nae sure I like this Love, however, tis better then her trying to sneak off." She commented as she pulled a brush through the long dark locks of rich black hair.

"Aye, that was the same thing I thought. Knowing her, she would try and follow behind if I didn't allow her to come. This way, I believe she will not wander about. She did promise to behave." Undressed he was sliding into the large bed and pulling the warm covers up about his waist and then laid back with arms behind his head to watch his wife with glittering gray eyes. "Aye, ye likely be right about that." Fiona knew their daughter was a willful young woman, and was sure Lucius had handled things correctly. "Perhaps ye should tell her to look for one that can be a ladies maid. With Allanah taking on more healing duties, it is something Cieara will need eventually." Having laid the brush down to the side, she twisted around to gaze at him and smiled. The movement causing the green silk robe to slide off one pale shoulder but she wasn't aware of that.

"Good idea Love." He on the other hand was, and in moments, was tumbling his wife into the bed with a quick embrace and playful growl, followed quickly by her amused laughter.

————————————————————————— —————————————————————- Ivory Flails was a remote location, in the region of Piol some distance from any major city, but was a hub for marketing. Due to its nature as a Neutral realm, many could move about freely, even in times of war. Of course, the other aspect of it's purpose did make such things as portals forbidden, so travel there would take about six to eight hours, depending upon the weather. It was located across the sea from the realms of Gharnholme's current holdings; so all preparations were made before they traveled.

Even before the sun rose to cast it's glow upon the sharp peeks and mountains that surrounded the keep, fifty men had already assembled, the slave cart loaded with the few girls Luc was going to sell and Cieara, who was sitting on her travel trunk waiting for the rest of the family going, to make their appearance. She was even wearing a dress and a warm cloak for the coming travel, and also matched the tooled gloves on her small hands.

Lucius wasn't surprised but he was amused, as he stepped out to see his youngest waiting already. She must of gotten up very early or maybe not even slept to be sure she didn't get left behind. "Morning Little Sweet. I see your ready."

"Aye Daddy. Just waiting on you." Her response was chipper and pale green eyes twinkled merrily up at her father. She had actually slept some, but was excited enough that she had woken easily.

Unlike his sister, Daniel wandered out looking as if he could use a few more hours of sleep and just looked around with gloomy eyes. "Mornin'." He muttered then passed his bags over to one of the servants doing the loading.

The sound of bells announced her arrival as Myrialla swept out of the keep doors with an arm full of travel blankets and a warm smile. "Morning me Lovelies. I have breakfast in a basket for later. So we be ready?"

"Aye Love." Leaning down Lucius brushed a kiss to the small woman's lips and smiled. "You look lovely."

Myrialla looked elegant in the sweeping skirts of her position, the pale green silks not only pretty but also warm. At his words she gave a soft melodic laugh and stroked Luc's cheek. "Thank ye M'Sweet."

With stunning efficiency the party was ready, as Luc assisted his daughter and Myrialla into the carriage and then joined his men on horse back and followed by his son, also mounting up on his black steed.

"Nearly Little Sweet. Passing into the gates once the papers are inspected." Luc replied quietly, while he lightly stoked Myrialla's hair, her head resting on his leg as she also slept. "Are we going directly to the Market then?" Cieara asked as she leaned to peer out into the still murky light, taking in the sight of the place with some surprise. She had expected it to be somewhat uncivililzed but it wasn't. In fact it looked quite pretty from this distance with white washed walls and gleaming spires in the distance.

Gazing at his daughter and her ever-constant questions with an indulgent smile on his hard features. "First thing in the morning. It's a long trip and with the foul weather sales and acquisitions are likely poor."

"Oh. So where we staying Daddy?" Head turning about to lean out the window, only to be pulled back in sharply by her brother's hand. "What did you do that for?" She snapped, rubbing her arm where his hand had dug in.

"You forget about that bounty Cie?" He growled right back with a sullen look shot at his father, for having not stopped her from doing that.

Luc of course had been about to say something but had been cut off at his son's swift action and just smirked with one hand rising to stroke his auburn whiskers.

"Dad's seal is displayed on the carriage Cie. You sticking out your head is only going to draw even more attention."

"Well, excuse me if I wanted to see the place!" Frowning, not at all sure what his problem was and just rolled her eyes, still rubbing at her arm.

"Your brother is right Cieara." Thus ending any further squabbling. "Think before you do more looking, for there might some here looking for you as well." Knowing well the bounty placed on both his children and that thought brought and even darker frown to his lean features.

Once the conveyance rocked and once more was moving over the cobbled street, Lucius watched as his children settled back, both shooting each other annoyed and resentful looks, which ended with Cieara muttering. "Grumpy."

Shaking his head and just sent quelling looks at both of them and each instantly stopped with an uneasy silence settling. Broken only when Myri sat up suddenly with a hand pushing the heavy fall of autumn curls out of her face.

"Why are ye two snipping" Be it the long ride or just a need to annoy ye father?" Suspecting a touch of both working on the pair. Cieara she knew it was being cooped up that drove her, but Daniel was the puzzle yet completed and it was him her turquoise eyes rested on. His response was a surprise for it was a shrug followed by the turning of his dark head to glower out the window.

"I hate being in the carriage Myri, you know that." Cieara replied, shifting on the bench seat and one small-gloved hand tugging at the skirts. "Besides, this dress keeps catching on something."

"I will put a travel rug down on it for the trip back then Cieara. Until then, do try and hold your temper." Myrialla's delicate fingers wrapping about Luc's uncovered hand and giving a squeeze, as she could sense he wasn't delighted with carriage travel either. However, it wouldn't look very good for the Lord of Gharnholme to arrive wet and covered in mud as his commander was. While he didn't really care what others might think, he was learning that appearances could make a difference in regards to business.

Returning the press to Myri's hand, Luc didn't comment but his steel-gray eyes narrowed at his son's behavior, but sensing Daniel was trying to goad him, had him holding back for the present.

At the table Daniel had turned to watch and then growled again as her movement had caught a few eyes but his attention was caught by the low laughter of his father. "It's unlikely any would dare touch her here Daniel."

With a rolling of her own vividly bright eyes, Myri also stood with the soft ringing of her bells and glided off after Cieara and again drawing attention as well.

Luc being the one to growl and it made Daniel laugh. "Dad, it's unlikely any would dare touch her here." Which earned him a sharp glittering look from his father and just made him laugh more.

Both ladies returning with a plate each and small cups of rich Alarish Coffee just as Daniel and Luc both seemed to finish up their plates at nearly the same time.

"You are sure you wish to go to the Auctions tomorrow Little Sweet' You can always go along with Myrialla if you would rather." Luc suggested quietly with a glance towards his daughter.

Those words earned him a hard gleaming look from eyes like her mothers. "Mum said I could go Daddy, so you can't change your mind now."

"I'm not. Just want to be sure, as it will be an early start come sunrise." His daughter was comfortable with how he maintained his chain, but he wasn't so sure she would like the way many others were and being a father, did want to protect her from such darker things.

"I want to go with you Daddy." A smile sent to Myri, so she was aware it was nothing against her.

Myrialla had never seen such a thing her self, but was certain she didn't wish to, but was realizing she should and gave a nod. "I shall join ye once I am done picking up the few things I be wanting." She felt the chill without even having to look over, as it was quickly noticeable that Lucius didn't care for that suggestion either.

"I don't think. . ." But his words were stalled as the diminutive woman held up a staying hand.

"Tis high time I have a look at this Market Lucius. I be aware that some things will be shocking to be sure, but nae knowing does little good either." Her soft fingers moved to rest lightly on his arm with a serene curling of coral lips. "I am sure we can handle it M'Sweet. Tis best we have that knowledge and be aware of both the good and bad of it."

Her words made it hard to fight. He could just say "No" and be done with it, but was aware that the resulting battle would be lost in the end. Knowing both as well as he did, he knew neither would play fair.

"Alright. Just do not claim that I didn't warn you before hand." Grumbling more then he wanted, but couldn't contain it.

"I won't Daddy." A smile was back on his daughter face and he watched her for a moment as she gobbled up the slice of Raspberry cake she had selected.

Myrialla sat back satisfied and then with amusement as she watched as both Luc and Daniel went to get just coffee, both shunning the sweets. They were much alike in a number of ways and it was that which brought a touch of humor to her gamin features.

"Alright Cieara. Tis time for us to retire." Rising with that graceful sweep of skirts she held out a hand to the younger girl with a warm smile on her lips.

Startled eyes turning to look at Myri then but found herself drawn to her feet and tugged along so quick and quietly she didn't even get a chance to protest. On the steps she finally found her voice.

"What was that?"

"Tis a common practice Sweetness. Ladies nae linger with the men after a meal. We leave them to smoke and drink as they wish." Myri's calm and soft the words falling but holding some laughter, which was threaded in the tone.

"That's silly Myri. We don't do that at home." A sulky turn to full lips as she was pulled up the stairs towards their rooms. "I often go drinking with Danny too." "That be at home and in that strange Realm ye both like, but nae here Sweetness. Sounds more and more like ye be needing lessons in proper etiquette." Was the response that followed. "That's not funny."

"Nae, but tis truth. Here, ye need to start to learn to behave a certain way to nae embarrass ye family. What ye do at home and even on Tignus nae has the same impact. It is nae always about what ye want, but what the family needs. Do ye kin?"

Putting it that way did make her pause from another outburst and she started to nod. "Aye. I get it Myri. The appearance matters and considering Daddy's new status, we have to behave so as not to make more problems or conflicts."

"Aye, tis something like that. In such places as this that ye nae know, tis best to be prudent until ye learn otherwise. That way, ye nae have any missteps. Besides Sweetness, drunken men and ladies nae ever mix well. Tis pleasure slaves and trollops that roam taverns after a certain hour in such townships."

That brought another widening of pale green eyes and then laughter. "Ahh, so that is really why."

"Tis only a part of ye little Scamp. Now off to a bath and rest." The small woman sent a hand swatting towards Cie's backside as she had done when the girl was much younger and brought even more laughter but no arguments.

Yanked rudely out a deep sleep, Cieara slowly lifted her head to look over at whatever it was that had made a crashing sound and found her brother bent over picking up the table he had managed to knock over. Brow arching over sleepy pale green eyes at the sight he made. "Someone is going to be hung over tomorrow."

He jumped as if scalded then glowered at her for surprising him like that and just stumbled closer towards her bed. "I just had a few is all." Daniel's speech was slurred from a few to many she suspected and it made her snicker.

"Daddy won't be happy you know." Reminding him, as she sat up, pushing the heavy fall of ginger curls from her brow. "Did you at least have fun?"

"I don't care what Dad says and yes. I played cards and I won to." Dropping down heavily on the foot of her bed and tossed her a heavy bag of gold.

Testing the weight and was impressed before a giggle spilled from her lips. "Well, you can now buy your own slave outright with this I would say."

He sank back where his head landed on her feet under the plush down quilt and looked over at her with glazed blue-green eyes. "Maybe I will."

Wiggling her toes as she watched him, and earned a swat of his hand towards her and sent her laughing again. "What were you drinking?" She had never seen him like this and found it vastly amusing.

"Dwarven ale I think. Might have been grog or a wine. Don't remember." He was pressing a hand to his head and starting to mutter now.

"Was more then a few if you don't remember." Betting someone had thought to fleece him also but found out such things were not easily done to a DeAuster.

"Was only two, maybe three." Not bothering to say they came in huge tankards of course and just groaned as the tap dancing started inside his skull already.

Ever a resourceful girl, she pulled her feet out from under him and chuckled at the groan made. His head dropping to the bed with a bounce and just padded over to her trunk to dig out one of her pouches. "This will help." Said moments later as she poked him in the side and held out a mug. "I have more for the morning, because Danny, I bet you are going to need it." Her tone was more then a little amused even as she helped him sit up and drink the brew. Normally it would have tasted all right if in tea, but she didn't have that so hot water was used. Lucky for him he managed to get it down but as she went back to rinse out the cup, her drunken sibling passed out on the foot of her bed.

A grumble, as she didn't want to have to wiggle around to make another nest in the other bed, because it had taken her an hour to get one in her own feathered down just right, so instead she turned down the lamp and crawled right back into the warmth that was still held. If she kicked him in the head as she slept, he deserved it. He had it much easier being male anyway.

Down in the courtyard, Luc was indeed waiting. Holding a quiet conversation with one of his men while the others loaded up the carts with the few girls he was going to be selling. He wasn't worried, knowing well that his slaves skills were well known and often the dancing taught to them made them coveted and usually coddled once acquired.

Exiting the inn she darted over to her father with another bright smile and caught his arm. "We are ready Daddy." Her pale green eyes twinkling up at her father with color bright in her cheeks.

Smiling down at his daughter and secretly pleased at the manner of dress, but being her father would have rather it not quite so snug, considering where they were going. "I see that Little Sweet. We shall be ready to head out soon, so go wait with your brother."

A quick nod and she strolled back towards her brother, where he had taken up a lean just outside the Inn and waited. "You could look a little more chipper Danny."

"Give me time. Once my head stops hurting I will try." Another one of his latest sour glances and she gave a mental sigh.

The sound of the cart doors shutting and then men were mounting up. Just a few more minutes and Cieara found herself lifted into the carriage where she was stuck on her own. Daniel having opted to ride astride with his father, the lucky grump. Aware of the warnings of the prior day, she didn't stick her head out, but she did peer out the window as the buildings started to thin, opening up into a large field in the very center of the city where the colorful array of tents was situated. The sounds of voices and calls rang freely into the air but the carriage never paused, continuing deeper into the market.

Leaning down Luc spoke quietly to his daughter though the window. "Stay in the carriage for now Cieara. I will come to collect you once the stock is secured."

Oh she hated that, but dared not argue now, for she knew she could easily be sent right back to the inn, which made her nod to her father. "Okay Daddy. I can wait." Glad the words didn't get lodged in her throat. Sitting there all she could see was the silk black and gold tent the carriage had stopped beside and across a green one.

Plucking at a stray thread of her cloak, she fiddled and waited, trying to look out to see if they were done yet, the minutes stretching to the feel of hours. So busy was she fretting she was startled when the door was pulled open and her father was holding a hand out to her. Gloved fingers wrapping about and she was climbing out, only to end up caught and swung past a muddy puddle. That made her laugh and she looked up her father. "So, this is it?"

"Not yet. Remember to stay close to your brother or myself. Guards will also be near you and for sanity sake, do not wander off alone Cieara." Her father stated in a tone that was more then serious. It told her she would be in some trouble if she failed to follow that simple request. "I already said I wouldn't wander Daddy. So I won't." She gave him a solemn look with sincerity obvious in the pale green eyes that lifted to meet his.

"Good. Now, come along then." Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm he started for the arch of the black and gold tent. It was a massive place with a large circular stage in the center of it. A place she suspected they used for the auctions. Her easily read expression was one of curiosity and attention as she looked around avidly, totally unaware of the numerous eyes she was drawing. Her vivid coloring and lovely smile was like a magnet to even the most jaded. Daniel was also drawing gazes for some of the same reasons. His build and the ink black hair, pale skin and sharp blue-green eyes brought speculative looks from plenty. Luc however was known and none would dare gaze upon him with any thoughts other then his station.

"Are your girls here Daddy?" Dragging her eyes away from the unique and interesting sights to look up at her father.

"No Cieara. Mine are next door." His own slaves would be in the more selective sellers area. "Those here are mostly house servants, but as Myrialla needs a few I thought I would have a look." He had noticed a few that might be suitable, but would leave the final choice to the lady once she arrived.

"Oh, should I be looking for a Hand Maiden here then?" Surprise, as she had been to busy taking it all in and had totally forgot she was supposed to be paying attention to the actual slaves. "You can, but there are other places to also look." He was sure a far more superior selection might be better suited for Cieara. Not a mere house servant, but one happy in the life.

Daniel looked bored, for none he had seen yet even appealed so just sauntered after his father and sister along the rows until they eventually moved towards the arch.

Stepping out into the bright morning sun, Cieara's gloved hand rose to shield her eyes and she grinned. This was all very unusual to her and she found she did enjoy the adventure, but was glad she wasn't one caged up. "Where now Daddy?"

"This way Little Sweet." He was leading her now towards yet another opulent looking tent, the rich purple color shimmering in the early light and the rich scent of coffee and cinnamon wafted from the folded flaps.

"Dad usually gets his asking price also, with few even attempting to barter. All of which are priced higher then your casual house slave. Well trained red silks are special."

"That I did know about the Silks I mean, but Myri says that white silks are just as prized." "True. One like Allannah here would be worth a king's ransom, that's for sure. Of course I don't think Dad will sell her. " Blue-green eyes narrowing upon one swarthy looking male that wasn't even trying to be subtle about his interest in Cieara, taking on a silent clash of wills. Hard gazes locking and the distant admirer's attention suddenly shifted away, unsure why but the man suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Completely unaware of what had just happened, she just rocked back on the plush pillow and started to shift and wiggle. "Will we be here long?"

"This tent is where the big spenders and sellers transact Cie, so it's possible. Why' Bored already?" Pulling his gaze away now to peer at his sister.

"Yes. Plus I feel like a little bug under glass. If I am looking around I can ignore that feeling. You understand that don't you Danny?" Darting a look over at him with a hopeful tilt of her head.

He caught the look and chuckled quietly, before tipping back the mug of the hot brew, polishing off. "Okay, We will let Dad know we are going to walk about more." Followed by a smoothing rolling up to his feet. Bending down he offered a hand and helped her to rise, even knowing she didn't need the help, but the action made those watching know his sister was a lady and not merchandise.

Apparently Daniel had used the mind speak to tell their father they were going to sight see, for she easily heard his response. "That is fine, just be careful." Nodding to Lucius as they passed, it was her brother now that linked her arm about his and off they went.

For an hour or so they did indeed wander. Seeing many sights and curious beings both selling and being sold, some of which Cieara didn't find at all appealing. The Exotic's tent was both fascinating and unsettling as far as she was concerned, and even Daniel hadn't seen a thing he would want there.

Daniel and Cieara had wandered out towards the less established areas and were about to start back. The tents less gilded and the language having taken a harsher turn. "I don't think I like. . . " She blinked suddenly as a sensation of intense sorrow hit her fully and caused her to stumble with a hand moving to press against her chest. "Oh my." Breath caught and she then looked up at her brother, who was just a bit surprised at her sudden abrupt stop. "Did you. . . Feel that Danny?"

"Feel what?" A baffled look moving over his handsome face with a suddenly tense look around.

"Pain, sadness, and fear." Her own pale green eyes were darting about in agitation before she gasped again and leaned into her brother for support. She hadn't ever had that happen before and was shaken, but confused as well. A second only and she remembered, he had taken the hang over remedy of Myri's that did dampen down empathy.

Taking a few steps with her brother trying to draw her back, but she found she couldn't stop and just released him. Only to feel his hand dropping to her shoulder with hard grasp, trying to halt her. "Cieara!"

She pointed towards a dingy tent and just caught in another breath, as the fear grew stronger. "In there Danny."

A look at his sister's pale features and then at the tent and just growled, taking her hand with a nod sent to the guards and all moved towards the entrance flap. Stepping inside, the man seated at a worn scarred desk instantly stood up. "Afternoon Lad. Wha' can I do ye fer?"

Cieara's eyes were darting about then finally spotted a figure huddled in the corner of the tent, head buried in arms but the waves of emotion was rolling off of it like a storm. "We just stepped in to see what you had Sir." Daniel was watching the course man with suspicious eyes, but the creature didn't even seem to realize it. The thick skin was covered in a raspberry rash that gave the youth cause to avoid the offer of a meaty hand.

"I only got one left. Sold the rest, but tha'one bites." A filthy crop was pointing into the corner and exposing even more of that skin irritation on his forearm.

Tear stained, and mud coated features lifted but it was the eyes that caught her, making her breath catch again in shock and almost missing her brother's comment. "Come on Cie. That one isn't worth bothering with."

"No Danny." Whisper falling as she locked eyes for a moment and then glanced up at her brother. "I want that one."

"What?" Hissing low, so that base creature watching them from his desk couldn't hear. "Have you gone nuts? Dad's not going to want that."

Lips curling into a hard line with the sharp sending of a call and she looked at her brother with her own voice pitched just as careful and low. "Daddy said I could pick one out."

"Aye, but I don't think he expected you to find the most inappropriate slip of a creature Cieara." He was surprised. Of course when she was small, she was forever saving small animals from nature and their fate, just hadn't expected that behavior to resurface now.

Later, after the return to the Inn, Myrialla slipped into the chamber where she was staying with Luc, her head shaking and a dark frown on her usually sunny smiling face. A quiet anger rolled from her as she collected a few things then glanced over at Luc, where he was finishing up the last of the papers for the following morning. Everything would need to be in order for him to take any commodity from the city. Steel-gray eyes lifted, finding hers resting upon him and he gave a smile. "Is everything alright Sweet?" "Nae. That girl, that last one. She is nae in good shape Love. Some of those wounds be infected and I suspect she has nae had any food in many a day." Myrialla was also thanking every God and Goddess she knew for her luck had been so much better then the poor creature housed below. "I wish to bring her up here. The baths below for the servants and slaves nae have hot water and that be what I think I will be needing. Some of the gashes be ground in with filth."

"Then do so Love. " He was aware only to well of her thoughts at present. Having done the same thing on many of occasions him self, and could even sense her anger over the treatment one sick girl had suffered.

Leaning she brushed a tender kiss to his cheek and smiled warmly. "Thank ye Love. I shall be back shortly." Scooping up some simple cotton material from the chair and moments later the door closed quietly behind her.

He was still awaiting word from his commander. The man wouldn't be bringing a head back with him, this Lucius knew, but would wait a safe distance from the city to meet them in the morning. Even before he could finish the thought there was another knock upon the door and he smiled coldly. "Come."

Stepping inside was one of the young men of Farriss's troop with a wax sealed missive in one hand. "Eve Milord. Commander Farriss sends the for ye."

Taking the note with a nod. "Thank ye Revic." Cracking the seal and his eyes moved over the words found there.

Milord DeAuster, The job is done. We will await ye 20 clicks from the city near the Krashmil Cross. I have curious news in which to depart to ye and will meet ye come morning tide. Respectfully Your loyal Servant, Farriss.

Another dark curling of lips and he gave the young soldier a short brief nod. "We leave at Dawn. Please inform the men Revic."

"Aye Milord." The youth brought a fist up to his breastplate in the standard salute then spun and marched out with military precision. Curious to many, but the reason Luc had selected Farriss and his men were the fact they did carry themselves in a manner many would find daunting. The stiff form and hard eyes did make many take a step back more often then not. Even how he had acquired them might be questionable he couldn't ignore their valor in the recent battles. They had fought viciously and with unquestionable loyalty and all had been rewarded for it. Even the barbarians that made up most of Luc's force had accepted them, no easy feat for most not of their kin. Adding to that the Blood oath volunteered to him by the commander personally, thus he knew he could trust Farriss and did with the lives of his own family. Few would cross the one that now held their soul.

Tossing the missive into the dancing flames of the hearth, he was soon pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Myrialla's soft mellow voice only a few moments before she opened the door and stepped inside with the new slave girl being carried in by another new slave, purchased to replace Carlin. "Tam, please take her into the bathroom." Myrialla requested and then flashed another quiet smile to Luc.

Watching as the large man that looked more like a smithy then a Horse Keeper did as he was asked with a smile and a nod. Bald and burly but Myri had claimed he had kind eyes and learning he had a way with horses made him perfect for the duty he was to assume.

Once home, Luc would be interviewing all the new acquisitions. Many would be offered the chance to work off the price of their purchase, something so few even were aware he did. He was known to be a decent Master so often many even if released stayed. Some even kept the collar by choice, but again that was something few outside the keep actually were aware of.

Even in that short view, he still couldn't even tell what the girl even looked like. The simple cotton wrap Myri had swaddled her in hid much from view but he did get a glimpse of those clear blue eyes and felt the pain the creature was in.

Myri vanished after the slaves into the bathroom, he could hear the dull murmer of voices and then watched once more as the large hulking form appeared, pulling the door closed behind him. Then stood looking uncertain. "What are you waiting for Tam?" Lucius asked, looking up from his chair by the hearth with an arching brow.

"Mistress Myri told me to wait Milord. I beg ye pardon, Master Lucius." That last part coming in a rush of a low bass rumble and a suddenly worried look in the large brown eyes.

"You may go. If Mistress Myri needs assistance, I will help her."

"As ye wish Mi, Master Lucius." The man bowed and started to back up towards the chamber exit and in a moment was out. Lucius's lips twitched, for it was obvious that one hadn't been a slave long, but he would know more when interviews were taken.

Listening to the soft voice behind the door of the bathroom, he reached for the cup of that rich coffee served everywhere in this realm and waited. Eventually Myri did step out, looking about for Tam. "I know I told him to wait." "I sent him off Love. What do you need?" Coffee placed down on the saucer and he rose with a lazy stretch. "Well, I can nae lift her from the bath. She be thin but still heavy for me. Then I be needing her brought out here after she be dry so I can smooth some balm on her cuts."

"I can do that Sweet." Motioning her to proceed, he followed her into the humid room. Nothing showed on his face at the sight of the girl hugging her knees in the hot water. However it was apparent the mud had hid far more then it had showed, for she was covered with several injuries, from deep bruises to whip and crop marks that now mottled unnaturally pale skin. "Just scoop her up Lucius." Myri requested having already found a large thick towel and had shaken it open in preparation. Bending down he scooped her up gently, feeling the thin body tense for a moment and then swung her around and let her feet touch the floor so Myri could enfold her in the warm waiting terry cloth. Again he was sweeping the woman up into his arms, finding she weighed next to nothing and just carried her back into the bedchamber with Myrialla at his heels. Once there she was placed down gentle on the edge of the bed and he just stepped back, letting the healer have her way. "I will need to have the Inn Keeper either get us another room for her or have a bed taken into the one where ye slaves are staying Lucius." Soft words coming as she started the long process of treating every vicious gash on tender skin.

Brow arching as that wasn't a common thing at all but words never left him, for her deft fingers had tugged the towel away and started on the young woman's stomach. It was crisscrossed with whip marks and harsh bruises that even a grown man may not have endured. "Aye, I know it is not common, but she can nae rest upon a pallet like this. She be needing the cushion." She was pressing one of the vials into the girl's hand now. "Drink this Sweet." "Is she mute Myri?" He had noticed that girl hadn't spoke or even cried out and was frowning a bit.

"Nae Love." Fingers moving the heavy fall of surprisingly silky looking black hair and exposed the woman's neck and brought a low growl from Luc and had him walking over to take a look. "I suspect she may have been dragged by her neck at some point. For now her voice be lost, but will return quite soon, once the healing waters start to do as it should." Lifting the girl's chin then, he looked at her face. The features were swollen but likely pretty once the damage was gone. The eyes were still startling. He had never seen one with such crystalline eyes but Elves and even theirs was of a certain silver color, not this pale glistening sheen of blue. She stared back at him with that somber cast and shadow of sorrow mingling in the depths of those eyes but did at least attempt to offer a weak smile.

"Ah, and what shall we call this one Myri?"

Looking up from her bag of herbs and remedies, the small woman chuckled quietly. "I nae know Love. Perhaps learning her real name might be a start."

"What is your name girl?" A quiet smile, not expecting and answer yet but was making her aware they would wait.

"Rhian." It was an almost missed whisper, but her lips did move and he looked back towards the girl.

"Rhian?" Surprised, for it wasn't a name he had ever heard before and another glance to Myri as she bustled over.

"Tis a lovely name Sweet. Be that your birth name then?" This time she was pressing a mug of tea into the girl's shaking hands. "Ye drink this slowly now." The dark head nodded, and then did as she was told, sipping the hot brew gingerly, so carefully to not spill a drop.

Now even more curious, for the girl didn't seem to even care she was sitting nude upon the bed and drinking tea, Luc just watched her with a hand moving to stroke the line of his goatee. Damaged as she was, she was well made, having high, unadorned breasts and a tiny waist, and once healthy would likely attract eyes, but he was weighing the abuse and just like that decided to let her work off her price. It wouldn't take long either, for she had cost a pittance compared to even the house slaves he had just acquired.

"I shall see about a room for her Myri. Something near so you can keep and eye on her." Thoughts still moving in his head and he headed out, and in a very short time was back with the key to the room next to their own and had ordered a tray to be brought up quickly. The fare would be simple for it was not yet dinner but would work for now. That single touch and he had been instantly aware of her exhaustion. She no longer felt in danger and now everything she had endured was likely catching up.

Myrialla was just finishing up and gently draping some white cotton around her like a sarong when her fianc"e returned and she looked up with another warm smile. "Did ye find a room or a bed Love?" "The room next to this one was available. They will also be bringing up some food." He was seeing that his instincts were correct for Rhian was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Try and get her to eat some before she does sleep."

"Aye, I shall certain try. Do ye mind carrying her Love?"

"Of course not." Stepping over and for the third time in under an hour he was carrying the girl to the next room and then placed her gently down after Myri had drawn back the blankets.

"Thank ye." Words still raw and raspy moved from cracked lips as he stepped back, again frowning and large hands curling up tight. No doubting the gratitude there and for such a simple thing. Truth of it was if he would see one beating a dog in the manner this woman had been, the one doing it would be dead by his hand. Such cruelty was unacceptable and this from one that was known to be ruthless and unyielding in battle.

However the mistreatment of one weaker, smaller would always ignite his ire. Even when he took some as the spoils of war, they would always be treated humanely unless too violent to handle and then they died with a purpose on the Bone Altar. He never did have a taste for torture of one weaker, preferring the more effective means to a swift, painful death for those that had earned it. Like Torvien and his ilk would soon learn.

Once he had the girl secured, with one of the older House slaves, taking over watching of her he was striding over to speak with one of his men. He wasn't happy to hear one had been spotted watching, but suspected trouble not to long down the road, but as he wasn't to concerned yet, he vaulted up onto his mount and just settled in, with a glance over to his son. The youth's features now bearing the same frown as his own, having heard the same thing as Luc and just as tense he was also. "No matter what Daniel, you stay near your sister and Myrialla."

"Not a problem Dad." Still thinking it would have been best to have left his sister at home. His glove encased hand resting on the dagger he carried, almost hoping he would get a chance to use it. "Lets go." Hand lifting and the procession started out, moving slowly through the white city towards the gates. It was there that took most of the time, for the wait was nearly and hour and by the time it was finished, Luc's mood was disintegrating.

Steel-gray eyes taking on a hard glint, scanned the distance, finding to many places for some to hide for his comfort and the ax at his back started to hiss and gurgle, picking up on his steadily rising temper.

Beside him his son was also just as tense. Blue-green eyes also gazing into the distance, narrowed against the rising light of the sun and his handsome features drawn into a stern expression.

By the time they reached Krashmil Cross, having seen none, Luc was still not relaxing. The sight of Farriss and three other men was met with a short nod. "Report Commander."

Behind them the carriage rolled to a slow stop, but unlike normally the troops didn't pause, just moved up to surround the elegant cab, all eyes on alert and watching and hands resting on sword hilts and crossbows. Catching the sack tossed, Luc looked down and a cold smile moved over his face with a nod, before attaching the gruesome prize to the back of his saddle to hang over the mount's haunches.

"Did you learn anything else about Pyrion?"

"Aye Milord. There is nae any clan wars there, tis someone raiding it to steal and pilfer. He didn't know, just that most of those taken were found in the clean up. From what I can gather Milord, they try and leave no evidence of these attacks, including the burning of small villages and slaughter of survivors. That one," A sharp motion of a chin towards the bag. "Be one of those that scavenges upon what is left over."

The veteran was frowning still. "Tis a war of a different nature Milord. By the sound of it, tis a way to undermine the current noble ruling that region, with the slow stripping of the land and its inhabitant. Tis a Torvien Tactic along with some others of his ilk, for they move in usually under the cover of night like cowards, and are gone leaving nothing to track come morning light." It was obvious that Farriss was not a supporter of such behavior by the tone used.

Like static in his head the hiss was heard, for Fiona was now aware and he could feel the anger as it rolled into him even from the distance and frowned darkly. "Do you think Torvien is involved in this?"

"It is possible milord. This sort of thing might fund the mercenaries he has been reported to have hired. Ye have been whittling away at his own holdings, so would nae be uncommon for him to seek to steal from others to pay for those willing to stand against ye."

"Thank you Commander Farriss, your duty here will not go un-rewarded. It is now time to move however, we have some tracking us and I don't wish to linger long on the road."

Quickly Farriss was informed of the watcher and was soon riding Lead and back towards the main city of Ralia. This time without the hindrance of rain and mud, the trip was going much faster, even if every man sat with tense expectation.

A mere hour from their destination was when the attack came. The sound caught Luc and Farriss's attention, a fletch released and shouts rose as it slammed into the door of the carriage. In the event this had been unexpected, men might have scattered, the crew there didn't. Instead they dropped low with weapons at the ready, staying near that cab.

Catching a glance over at Myri, she saw the fingers sliding along the smooth wood and just dropped low with a leg taking one down hard, a mere second before that staff sprang open, blades slamming into two men at the same time, then a quick retraction before she started to swing it. Men scrambled back, away from the glitter of mithril points.

They had narrowed their own number and Cie now just moved to cover Myrialla's back, even as she caught the terrified screams of the new slaves less then 10 feet away.

She then found herself flying through the air, tackled by a heavy weight of a large form and started to lash out at him, feeling the unnatural power of him with a sudden panic and a sharp enraged scream rose from her throat. Survival instincts kicking in brought a wave of energy, then the surging of red in a snap over taking the pale green eyes. The weight above her bellowed in rage as talons raked over his face, ripping away the dark mask he wore and nearly taking both eyes in her sudden attack.

Red glazed eyes darting as she finally managed to kick the brute away, hearing the curious sound of snapping bone as he slammed back into the carriage wheel and slumped over dead. On her feet then, she was shaking with such fury then heard Myrialla's screams, which had her spinning fast. "Myri!"

Even before she could act, a large bald man was tackling the pair seeking to drag off the petite woman, sending one flying like a leaf into a jetting rock, somehow the force impaling and killing the man instantly and the other's head was spun about backwards with a very sickening crunch. Cieara wasn't given much time as another one came diving in fast, sword swinging for her head but she moved back in time with a block of her arm, the pain not even noticed as it slammed through skin into bone and just twisted around, slashing the howling Vestia across the man's stomach, then left him falling to his knees, trying to put his own parts back inside. She had only taken two steps when out of nowhere she felt a blade at her throat. "Move and I will cut you." The male voice hissed, having slid out of the carriage behind her and then forced her arm behind her back, blade falling to the ground. She attempted to shift into the weave then, only to feel a trickle of blood trailing down the side of her neck. "I know that trick. Now be a good girl and don't struggle." Followed with a jerk, as he started to pull her away. She did the only thing she could think, and just went limp in his hold, forcing him to drag dead weight and sent out a very loud mental scream.

Daniel was furious. Angry at himself, at the risk taken, at the attack, everything that had recently happened and Luc was aware of it. Hence he didn't say a word about his son not following his demand. He was also incensed at his Son, but for the moment he would let it alone. The boy would beat himself up far more then Luc's could.

"Daniel, get your sister." He glanced over and then leaned down, gently taking Myrialla from the protection of Tam with a nod. "I have her Tam. You go and help them with the wounded and the bodies please." The man rose and moved off with a loping gait and joined the troops in the moving of bodies and any still alive were tossed into another pile.

Luc moved quickly, laying Myri down on the bench and checking her pulse before pulling out one of her vials and used it to clean the blood from the wound at her temple.

Behind him, Daniel was bringing in Cieara, and growing concerned as she wasn't moving, upon closer examination, he soon realized that the blood he had thought was others, was really her own and quickly found the deep cut on her forearm. "Dad, I need some help here."

Head turning and in a moment he was shifting to look at his Daughter. Soul gems drawn from a pouch and crushed, unleashing that flood of harsh, but effective energy into her body. A sharp gasp as she came too and just shivered, eyes dark and flooded with that black energy. Daniel was quickly ripping the sleeve away and cleaning and dressing the wound that would take a day or so to heal now.

Resting a hand on Cie's shoulder, he didn't say anything at all and then Luc's attention moved back towards Myri as she stirred. Once he was sure Myri had no lasting damage, he turned with eyes sharp at his son. "You will stay in the carriage with Myrialla and your sister." Not even waiting for the youth to answer or argue before sliding back at. He knew there wasn't enough room for both, as the ladies needed some space to rest.

As the feeling of the cobbles under the wheels of the cab, Daniel looked over towards Myrialla, were she rested, having been medicated with her own herbs and just cradled his sister close. She was still weak but aware. "I'm sorry Cie. I should have listened to Dad and stayed with you. This is my fault."

"No, it's not Danny. Ye came when I called. That be all ye could do, Aye?" Arm cradled close she just gave a shake of her head, feeling very grimy and dirty from the earlier skirmish.

"Dad isn't going to see it that way." His words pitched low and glum, even as he lightly brushed some of Cieara's hair back from her brow.

"Daddy might not, but ye still did good. Don't discount one mistake as total failure. We are still safe right?"

"Once we are home, we will be safe Cie. Until then, it's still dangerous." He was frowning darkly. Daniel's handsome face dirty and streaked with blood, which actually made him resemble their father even more then usual. "Daddy might be feeling just as bad now Danny. Maybe you should just tell him your sorry once we are home. He may yell, glare and fuss, but he respects honesty more then guilt I think."

"Yes, Your right little sister." Another finger drifting light over the healing cut marring her neck and he growled low.

"Nearly home now aye?" She was resting against her brother at the moment and really all she wanted was a nice hot bath and her own bed. Safe behind the sturdy walls of Gharnholme and the wards to keep out the dangers that lurked behind it's gate.

"Aye Cie. Very soon, now why don't you just rest Cieara. I will wake you when we arrive." He was trying to sooth her with another stroke of her cheek and she smiled, letting her eyes drift closed.

"Mohira?"

"Aye, tis a nomadic tribe of Zymire. Distant relations of our own ye could say. The blood of their people is said to be near ancient. Lines passing back before the first history of that region was ever written. " Legs crossing as she shifted deeper into the chair and took another sip of her mug. "There be several of them that work the trade routes. Artisans and Mystics, and craftsmen, whose wares always bring a top price in any Zymirian market. Now the trouble is, as they nae ever stay anywhere long, tis hard to determine which of the clan branches was hit."

"I see. Perhaps you can explain to me why this makes you frown in such a way then Love. For it's obvious something is wrong." Fiona wasn't one for showing such displeasure openly, but she did now and that told him, this situation was likely serious.

"One of the bands missing is the leading caste of the others, Love. Ye might say, their own Royal family appears to have vanished. This be bad for it will create problems and maybe even a war for The Fallon, holds control over the rest. They are still strong in number and skilled in magery. If they even think one of Zymire be behind this insult, they will act and, without control it would be deadly." Leaning smoothly she placed her cup upon the desk. "Nae only that, but it is the Fallon that carries the seed of power for their own blood. It is hard to explain. The Fallon clan, are the keepers of Magic. They carry the energy of all the rest, rather like hosting it, and if this is lost, it could spell disaster for all magic in Zymire."

"I don't understand how it would effect everyone else there, Love." He was also starting to frown, as this didn't sound at all good to him either. "Tis knowledge that those outside do not know. Zymire keeps Mystical balance with the various symbols of power. There are five. Five families that carry the energy for the rest, this way nae any single one can take it all. Most, have branched out enough that nae any can even trace it now, except for the Regent's scribe. Tis her, that holds the only links to the rest. Some pass it over the direct line of blood. Others, like the Fallon would use one of their own as the vessel. Each family has a different way to protect it and pass it on. Tis a method that has worked for hundreds of years and until now was nae ever threatened."

Brow arching at the information, aware few outside of the region were even given this much, for the land was well known to be silent, for few knew much about the inner workings and plenty had tried to learn more with little success. "If your family line part of this Fiona?"

"Aye, but tis through my cousin and nae those of my father's thread." Lips taking a slow curl of a smile. Luc already knew that the current queen was related, for she was her father's niece, the daughter of his only sister. "Ah, so is there anything we can do about this?" Ever a pragmatist, he was prone to looking for a fix when faced with any conflict. "First, I shall need to have a look at this new slave ye acquired from those Lands. If nae else mayhap learn more about how her tribe was attacked."

"Of course Love. Once she's able to talk we both can speak to her about this matter."

"My grandfather, he took me from the carriage, and beside the large wheels of our home, pressed this ring into my hands. He was angry. I remember hearing the words rather like a growl. He raised me, for I nae ever knew my parents. They died of the Aira Faire years before. He was all I had but is no more. All my family was lost that night, their lives bleeding in to the ground and the fires set." Her voice seemed to have become distant, as if removing her own feelings in the telling.

"I was taken by the trees. Held hidden in the bark laden arms, and it was there I stayed, hiding from fears I nae still know. They left nary a single thing to even mark where we had been. Nothing, this I found upon finally returning to the sight of the camp. It was as if none had, " Her words faltering now with a wave of sadness. "ever lived at all, but had been a warm comforting dream." The rasp was also returning which had Myrialla moving to get the woman a cup of spring water. After she drank some of it, she bowed her head once more.

"I had not eaten anything in a week, for such skills as hunting had not been mine. Roots in winter are often bitter, and tough, so I wandered. Hoping to find another clan, instead I was found by those vile foul men." A hard edge touched the softness of words now. "I hid the ring in my mouth even as they gave chase. They had set fire to another village and left death with each passing so of course I ran. I was nae fast enough. They were on horses and I was weak. I nae know why they didn't kill me also. Was only a few they didn't kill, very few."

Speaking up now, Myri laid a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. "Ye need to tell Master Lucius everything Rhian."

She seemed to shrink into herself then, but after another sip of water and a deep breath, her quiet voice started once more.

"I was beaten for I would nae let them touch me. I was dragged for the same. I would fight, bite and kick. Then I was given to that foul creature, he used the whip and his crop for I would nae bend to his vile wants. Told him I carried the Aira Faire and used a plant I had found, scrapping the sap under my nails that would cause a dreadful rash when I scratched him. He let me be then, just continued to beat any time he was angered until ye took me away."

It was apparent there was plenty left out of the telling, but she girl was shaken now, and shivering, likely not wanting to return to such thoughts and now fell silent once more.

After intercepting a speaking look from Myrialla, he Luc did shift, giving a nod. "You may go now Rhian." Of course he had more questions but they would have to wait.

Rising up with a shaky step she turned and made her way from the room quietly, leaving the three behind with almost palpable relief.

It was nearly two weeks later when Fiona walked in on her children having a spat and just stood at the door watching. She had just returned from a meeting with her father and Fallon and thoughts were moving over her mind but for now she listened to the argument.

"Daddy got her because I asked him to!" Cieara hissed with small hands balling into fists at her side. "Not you! You wanted to just leave here there. To hung over and all!"

"She's to good to be some hand maiden Cieara. She is far to pretty to be wasted like that." Daniel's tone was superior in the classic fashion of most elder siblings, and ignoring what were apparent verbal barbs.

"You just want to mess with her!" A small boot slammed into the floor of the family room. "I just want to keep her safe."

"She's a slave Cie. I can do whatever I want with her if I want even now. She's in green and they are not off limits." Daniel's arms folded over his chest now looking smug and effectively goading his sister, for she did start to bristle with temper.

"Ye will nae do any such thing Daniel. I will nae have ye fighting over this. For now, she will remain as ye father's slave." That quiet voice made them both stop and stare, but the silence at least was hers to command.

"She can serve as Cieara's Hand Maiden, but nae as a Red Silk Daniel. Not until ye father deems otherwise." Neither would think to thwart her word, for she wasn't prone to making demands upon them. She was a mother that suggested, not directed by any stretch.

"But Mom!" Daniel started, only to stop a second later as his mother looked at him with an arching of a brow.

"Tis the end of the matter for now. Ye nae be needing to have this girl. If ye be wanting another as ye own, speak with ye father. He knows plenty willing to sell and I am sure one can be found to suit."

The impulses of youth were often difficult enough, but her son had something else that was pushing him. He apparently wanted the girl and hearing he couldn't wasn't an easy thing for him. She knew well the urge to take was likely stronger then her own influence, but she knew reason would win out in the end.

"What can be found Love?" Entering the family room was Luc now, catching the last part of Fiona's comment and looked at his two off spring and noticing the sulky look on one and the annoyed expression on the other. It was quickly apparent Fiona had just broke up some fight.

"Another slave for Daniel Love. Perhaps a white silk this time, for he nae seems to be understanding patience." Soft laughter falling as she turned to lift her head to accept the warm welcoming kiss he then bestowed upon her.

"He isn't ready for that Love, but another red can be found easily." Lips lingering for a moment longer before he rose back up with an arm wrapping about Fiona's waist.

She smiled wickedly at her son who wasn't looking at all pleased for the moment. "Perhaps, but since they be fighting over ye new slave, I have told them neither of them can claim her. She is yours until stated otherwise."

That startled him, for Fiona didn't tend to step in on such matters, instead she usually sent them off for him to deal with. "I see. Which new slave?"

"Rhian Daddy. The girl I wanted!" Only mildly sulky his daughter glanced over, trying to use her eyes on him. Limpid and large and full of pleading and normally effective on her father.

Noticing that, Daniel just snorted quietly but didn't say a word, only rocked back on his heels.

"I agree with your mother. She is not ready for to many duties as of yet, and it's best we give her more time to adjust before she is handed over to either of you." He didn't even know why he was agreeing with Fiona but as she had already decreed this, he was going to support it.

Both started for the door and once down the hall he clearly heard him calling Cieara a "Brat" then a hissing followed, before laughter tumbled unrestrained down the long hall outside.

"Now why don't you tell me what that was about Love?" Stepping away he moved to the wet bar in the large elegant chamber and poured her a glass of the wine she was fond of and a shot of spiced rum for himself.

"Tis simple Love." Settling into the sofa cushion she looked over with the lazy slide of long legs as they crossed. "She's the Mystic. Her uncle would like us to keep her here and under cover. What better way then to keep her as a slave" Nae many really look at them, as they would a guest or family."

"Do we need to treat her any differently?" Startled, as even a slave that gets special treatment would eventually be noticeable.

Taking the glass from him as he stepped over and soon sank down next to her. "Nae. He did not think we should let on to many just who she really is. For now ye will need get the ring from her. To be stored away in ye vaults. Seems there are some hunting for her. In fact, knowing ye got little from those ye captured, it is possible they may have been looking for her and not seeking a Bounty as first believed."

A dark frown clouded Luc's brow then, as he was still frustrated about the failure to learn anything from the few men of that attack. Now, it may not be as first believed. "Why would they be hunting her" Not to mention, who?"

"We nae know the who, but the why is now apparent. Another family has also been recently hit. It was the wrong bloodline even if the name was the same, but awareness of this Raiding problem along with that, raises flags. Simply put, someone is now seeking to undermine the power base of Zymire."

A sudden concern rising from him then and he looked over at Fiona sharply. "You are not in danger from this are you Love?"

"Oh nae Sweet. Lor and I are the children of a third brother. We are not part of these spotty attacks, nor would that ever become likely." She paused to take a small sip of the savory wine.

"Rhian is the first child of the first child. Tristion is the third as is my father. He will take the mantle, for he has nae a choice, but the power base he will not keep with him for now. Truth be told, the only way the girl will be safe for some time, would be to wed her off, get her with child or both. None of which he wishes for now. Seems more that he be needing time and now the other families are closing ranks around those needing protection."

He was listening to this, thinking it a very strange land his wife was from, but considering the realm wasn't well known to outsiders, it made more sense to the reasons why. "So for now, we just treat her as we would any other slave, is that my understanding?"

"Aye. Ye will need do as ye would normally. If the girl is pure still, she will be put in white, if not, then tis best to keep her green or even red, though she's already caught ye Son's eye."

Smirking a touch with a nod and then took a sip of his spiced drink before responding. "He's got a very good eye Love. So I am not surprised he's taken an interest for she looks to be a beauty once healthy. If this was a normal situation, I would have given the girl to both of them to cease the fight, but learning this, I will work around the limits." Grinning quietly as he did find it amusing, even if an odd sort of situation.

"Ah love, Her uncle asks that we nae treat her any differently from any other slave. Tis the only way to ensure she remains undiscovered. So for now, tis best to treat her as ye would the rest. If ye really wish to give her to the children, it will be ye choice."

"We shall see Love. Perhaps in time I may, but I would want to tell them of this should that arise."

"Aye, I understand love." Fiona smiled and leather encased fingers caressed his cheek lightly.

That evening, Rhian was taken down from the whipping post, where she had hung for several hours. She had made no fight, merely hugging tired arms around herself as she was escorted back to the room the slaves were allowed to lounge and sleep in. Myri walked with them, to make certain there were no further outbursts. She did not think Rhian would battle any more this day, as she had quietly slumped against the post after Lucius had finished with her and hadn't moved much at all since.

It had been some time since Lucius had been so worked up over a slave, for he had disappeared with Fiona into their chambers, only emerging to collect their supper, much the worse for wear. Myri had been unable to hide the soft laughter at the sight of the bedraggled Luc as he had come into the kitchens, laughter that had been swallowed in an impassioned kiss that had sent the house servants into a tittering of laughter.

Ordering the guard to wait outside the door, she led Rhian into the darkened room. With only one glow orb softly lit, the room was cast into near darkness. "Come, sweet..." Myri said gently, leading Rhian to the side, where a simple pallet was waiting. "Until ye are allowed your silks, ye are to sleep here." The new slave just nodded, and Myri could feel the sadness coming off of her.

"Lucius be a kind master, Rhian. Ye need to learn that, as well as tae obey him." Myri knelt beside Rhian as she lowered herself to the pallet. "He will nae keep your ring, but will safeguard it, and ye from the ones seeking you ill." A hand gently stroked the girls forehead before she stood with the soft tinkling of bells. "Now, ye sleep, and we will see what tomorrow brings."

Rhian curled into a small ball on the pallet, simply nodding to Myri's words. And thus she remained as the night wore on, barely realizing that she was starting to shiver as time passed, and the temperature started to drop somewhat. She jumped, though, when someone settled suddenly behind her, Sitting up with wide eyes. "Don't touch me!" she hissed, fingers clawed as she reached back to strike.

"Shh!" was the reply, the other girl jerking back, looking around quickly. None of the others seemed to have heard, as the other girls remained unmoved in the near-darkness. "I know it's colder for you." The girl held up a blanket, and after a moment Rhian nodded, letting the events of the day finally start to send her into exhaustion. The other girl nodded, urging her to lay down, then pulled the blanket over them both, wrapping her arms around Rhian's shoulders, sharing her body heat with the shivering girl.

"I'm Jasmine." The girl whispered, as Rhian noted the darker skin color, a creamy mocha coloring compared to her own lighter skin tone.

"Rhian..." she murmured softly, sleep overwhelming her as she warmed up under the blanket with her slave-sister.

Later as plates were cleared away from the table, the lunch meal finished and Luc was lingering of the glass of spiced tea. They had dined in one of the smaller rooms near the kitchen, as it was warmer and more private and often the family used it in the evenings. Not near as impressive of the formal hall, but it was certainly cozier. The colors still in darker hues he preferred, but elegantly appointed. Between Myrialla and Fiona the keep was shaping into a stylish and well oiled home.

"Tae be honest with ye Love, I nae think ye should give Rhian to Cieara, nae without ye holding ownership and control upon her. Ye youngest is simply to soft hearted, I fear Rhian will be given to many freedoms otherwise." Turquoise eyes lifting over the edge of her own mug, as they had been discussing the slaves in turn and she had reached this one in those she felt needed mention.

"I will certainly think about it. It is high time Cieara did learn some of what we do here. I do think she will suit for now as a Hand Maiden to her." His cup lowered to rest on the table, following with a quiet shifting of his large frame in the surprisingly comfortable seat.

Myrialla had understood why Fiona had agreed to keep the girl. As a slave she would be easier to restrain. She wouldn't be allowed to come and go, unlike a guest. In some ways she had more freedom, for it was true, a slave wouldn't attract the same sort of scrutiny as a visitor might. However, the girl was obviously strong willed, much as Cieara was and she did fear that rebellious streak was far from done. She had deliberately used one of the newer collars on the girl to try and muffle the power she carried, at Fiona's suggestion and suspected the young woman had found she couldn't sway thoughts so easily now. This told her that eventually she would seek other ways. Ways Cieara might not see as harmful, but Lucius would. Thoughts he also could easily read as she regarded him.

"For now, make arrangements for her to be adorned and shaved. She's standing out right now and we should alter that Love." She then added.

His auburn head gave a short nod, as he seemed to be thinking about a number of things and of course Fiona was echoing Myri. The voice in his head softly echoing, just as low as if she was actually in the room with him now. "If ye nae wish to handle her, ye can also give her to Daniel. He will nae be as easily swayed as his sisters in the matter of slaves M'Love."

"He hasn't the patience for a white silk as of yet Love." He replied also in thought. "She wouldn't be white for long if given to his hands."

"That be a risk we take now M'Love. For this masquerade to work she is to be treated as all the others. Her uncle warned me she would be difficult for their kind is, but I be sure ye will nae break her spirit. As for the matter of purity, I nae think it matters. The Mohari are nae prudish folk. She was to have been wed four years past, but the man was killed, so that be likely the only reason she still is. As for now, tis a matter of making her hard to find and nae let her roam on her, short of locking in her in a cell and holding her prisoner."

"Yes, I understand the reasons behind." He really yet fully sure how he should handle it, but would find his footing on the matter, and being well known for Chaos, any giving one of theirs into his hands, did take their chances regarding the results.

Dragging the shock of auburn out of his distracted eyes and he again focused upon Myri who was pouring another cup of her own tea. "Be there anything else you needed to discuss Love?"

"Ah, aye. Tis the matter of Allannah." A russet brow arched just a touch and she chuckled quietly. "What ye did with Rhian the other day, ye have nae even approached with her. If she is to progress it be time she learned as well. Ye may even wish to have Daniel witness, for he nae has any idea how to deal properly with the white as ye already said. He nor Allanah will learn if not shown." Stepping around, she leaned near him with the soft scent of wild flowers and spice drifting to tease his senses, refilling his own cup.

He shifted only slightly and pointed at Rhian. "Her then. The new girl." There was just a faint hard edge in his words. He had not yet seen the girl actually dancing and Myri knew he had heard from Kaelyn she was still recovering. So, he was going to push the issue. A russet brow arched at the request and she gave a faint smile before turning and beckoning to the girl. She then sent a signal to the musicians who stopped, waiting quietly. "Do the Val Dria Rhian." Naming a common dance of the Mohari and was a dance of young passion. It was one she knew was not inappropriate for a white silk as well. Two could play this game.

The leader of the players looked confused then, unsure what music to play for this, until softly uttered words from the girl was heard. The leader nodded and turned back to the small troupe, and the first notes broke the silence then.

Stepping out before the center of the room, her head lifted proudly with the glowing blue eyes half closed and lips parting on a breath as she held the pose for only a half a minute, then started to move.

"Yes, it was." Lucius's low bass rumble coming from the door where he had apparently been watching and gave the young woman a nod of approval. A brow arching at the astonished look from Myrialla and a wry smile touched his lips briefly. "I was looking for Daniel." He had sensed his son's restlessness and had been thinking to give him something to keep him occupied.

"Thank ye Master Lucius, Mistress Myri." Her words were just slightly out of breath but she at least did make the effort.

"Rhian, go get yourself some water and rest now." Lucius commanded, then gave his son a look, which sent Daniel sliding indolently from the chair and letting Luc take it over. Folding his large frame down he was looking at his son with the steel-gray eyes narrowed and intensive. He could feel the emotions rolling off the young buck only to well. He didn't need to say a word for Daniel could read the warning there.

Cieara had pegged him with her accusations and it wasn't hard to tell that. Daniel was his son and did have a good eye and it seemed taste, but until Luc deemed otherwise, the girl would remain in white. Chaos as it was, there might be a sudden change of mind, but his was set for the present.

His gaze moved then to rest on the other two whites he currently had. Allanah he wouldn't part with, but the other was a possibility. Daniel did have a birthday coming and may get the slender blue-eyed blond. Though, he may feel much the same as Lucius did about Monique. She was a pretty girl with little fire, which didn't show in her dancing. She did the steps correctly, but had none of the passion or energy that even the new girl Rhian carried. The lack of that curiously enough made leaving her untouched easy. Of course, on the open market, she would be worth a fortune, so he would have to weigh his options.

"Later this evening Daniel, I wish you to meet me in the playroom. I think it's time to also further your own lessons." The tone carried the weight of command, not a request.

That brought a startled look from his son but he nodded. "Of course Dad. When?"

"After dinner will be fine." His gaze was now resting upon Allanah, before he then nodded towards Myri. She was already aware of what he planned, but was going to make Daniel wonder.