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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Aug 30, 2007 17:48:09 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Temilade came out. He looked much smaller and less imposing in the western style clothing Elane had given him. As he came out he was furiously scratching everywhere (ooc: I mean everywhere!). "How can you pale-skins wear these cursed clothes. They itch so terribly!" he said, plaintively
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 12:02:02 GMT -5
Mashuda was back in his chamber once more. He had been taken for some air for a little while, but he had been heavily guarded all the time. He felt that something wasn't right, the woman that Temilade had left him with had some motive he didn't understand. She knew something about him, he understood that by the way she sometimes looked at him. There was a feeling of mistrust that had awoken inside of him, a feeling that felt familiar to him. The dreams had also changed, he had started to remember bits and pieces of his former life, but only things that explained what he was, not who he was, that was still clouded. He was a sailor, his home was on the open sea or had at least been his home before he washed up on the Summer Islands. He felt divided, there was still this old part of him, that longed for the sea, but he had grown custom to being on land too.
"I wish I knew what she wants with me" Mashuda mumbled to himself. He wondered if he was allowed to go more freely than he had at Temilade. Maybe he could go see Xalobar. He pounded on the door and the guard wondered what he wanted.
"I need to speak with Xalobar, could you take me there"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 12:44:06 GMT -5
The guard cuffed the slave for his impudence, and instead went to the Naemyrs, who were studying together.
When she heard that the boy was asking around, Elane followed the guard back to Mashuda's cell.
"It seems to me that you are slowly regaining your old awareness," Elane said pleasantly. "Why else would you stop behaving like a slave?"
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 13:05:24 GMT -5
He looked at the woman before him, not entirely sure what to do. He bowed his head and looked down on the floor. Should he tell her the truth or keep playing the obidient slave. He knew that if he got away from her, he would probably not find out who he was, but at the same time, he didn't trust her. She knew more than she told him. He decided to play along for a little longer.
"I am sorry, mistress" He bowed and then got down on his knees, and almost kissed her feet.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 13:11:23 GMT -5
"Get up, Mashuda," Elane said. "Guard, go get me and my slave wine. I'm sure he's had it before. See if we have that amber wine from the Summer Islands."
She gestured for Mashuda to sit in a chair, and she took one for herself. "So, my slave, why do you want to see the Summer Prince's eunuch?"
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 13:16:46 GMT -5
He slowly rose, still not looking towards Elane. He stood up, before playing the obidient slave and taking a seat in one of the chairs. He didn't look at her when he answered.
"I'm not that bright, mistress. I thought you borrowed me for some time and that I could return to my master" He looked down on the floor, before he silenced.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 13:19:56 GMT -5
The guard sent in another slave who served them tall glasses of chilled amber wine. The other slave gave Mashuda an odd look, but held out the tray to him neverthless.
Meanwhile Elane was smiling at Mashuda. It was a smile that was bland and unreadable, and could have meant anything. "You thought wrong, slave. Prince Temilade gifted you to me on the Sealord's command. You belong to me now."
Her smiled widened slightly, and her eyes gleamed. "And I think you know more than you let on. Don't lie to me, Mashuda. Or is it...Greyjoy?" She watched for a reaction, her keen eyes missing nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 13:20:55 GMT -5
OOC: Brb in about 15 minutes.
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 13:29:38 GMT -5
He felt his eyes rise from the floor, to look up at the woman sitting beside him. She had said something, a name that felt familiar to him, but he couldn't say in what way. He looked at her, his eyes showing truth.
"I know my name isn't Mashuda, and I'm not from Summer Islands. But as for this Greyjoy name you mentioned I can't say anything more than I have some connection to it, maybe I've sailed on one of his ships, mistress" He looked down on the floor again.
He looked at the wine, putting it down on the table. He didn't like wine, he knew somehow, so he didn't touch it. He waited for his new mistress to say anything.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 13:42:29 GMT -5
Elane played with her gold-braided dark hair, watching him thoughtfully. Her hypnosis seemed to have worked better than she thought.
"Your true name does not concern you now, Mashuda," Elane said. "Nor does the name Greyjoy. But you do have some knowledge of ships, this is true." She leaned back in her chair and sipped her wine. "Perhaps I shall have you sail my ships, on my work. Would you like that?"
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 13:54:16 GMT -5
He looked up from the floor with a puzzled look upon his face. What was she up too. One moment she treated him like a common slave, the next almost like someone she had hired. She knew his real name, but what did his name matter as long as he had the wind of the sea in his face.
"I..I..I.." He studdered before he slowly nodded, afraid that the offer would disappear if he didn't answer quickly enough "Y...y.yes" was the only word he managed to say finally.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 14:05:17 GMT -5
"Your old master gifted me three swan ships of the Summer Islands. They're high-masted, beautiful vessels, among the swiftest ships in all the seas. Do not think I will allow you to captain one, not until you've proven your loyalty to me. But I have business in the Free Cities, and contacts to trade and communicate with. The first of my ships - it has pleased me to name it The Moon Maid - is captained by a man whom I have ensured is loyal to me, a man named Muiga Farris. You will be his first mate. The ship is set to sail for Volantis in three days time. You will prepare yourself for the journey. Do you understand, or do you have questions? Speak, and don't be afraid to ask."
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 14:16:16 GMT -5
He nodded with a smile as she continued to talk to him. He didn't really trust her, but the prospect of being on a ship once again made him forget all his reservations. Maybe he would find answers to who he was on board the ship.
"Mugia Farris, I understand" He looked down on his clothes not fit for travelling by ship. He looked down as he asked "How am I to sail the seas looking like a colorblind peacock?"
He wondered what she would ask of him in return, for letting him on a ship once more.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 14:24:32 GMT -5
Elane laughed. "True. Sailors do often dress in such pretty bright silks." She smiled and clapped her hands. Her handmaids appeared, and she commanded them to find suitable clothes for her new first mate.
"I do not release you from my service, Mashuda. These are slave ships, but you will live in relative comfort, eat well and have all the wine and women you want, if you want them. But you will be in my service. Muiga Farris is loyal to me - I have taken steps to ensure it - and you will be sailing on my business. This trip to Volantis is especially important." She leaned close and spoke softly.
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Post by sabastiangreyjoy on Aug 31, 2007 14:34:08 GMT -5
He nodded at her words. He felt a little afraid when she said she had taken steps to insure the captain's loalty as he didn't know what that meant. He shrugged at the offer of wine and women, not entirely sure what to say about the women. He was a boy of fifteen, so women had started to have an effect, Xalo had been the first that had made that clear, but he hadn't seen her in a while, so lately it had been the woman sitting before him, who had visited him in his dreams, they always ended the same way, with him waking up with a dark spot on the blanket. He always made sure that noone had seen it, that would have been to embarrassing.
"What are we to do once we come to Volantis, mistress?"
He would still call her mistress as long as he didn't completly trust her.
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