The rarius is not fooled so easily

[12:15] Corthidian Belwraith: * sneaks up on nettle and screams BOO!
[12:15] Nettle Blackthorne jumps nearly out of her slave skin and pulled her thoughts from the she urt to pause and fall to her knees "Oh greetings Master!"
[12:16] Corthidian Belwraith: greetings nettle....* grins*
[12:16] Corthidian Belwraith: * knows the question will get to her*.. Seen lina?
[12:16] Nettle Blackthorne run her fingers over her ear still ringing from his raised booming voice "may nettle be of service Master?"
[12:17] Nettle Blackthorne scrunched up her nose and dramatically sniffed at the sultry air "no Master but the smell of her rotten heat lingers on the air still so she has been here not long ago I assure you"
[12:19] Corthidian Belwraith: * chuckles loudly*.. nettle.. I know of you.. I would like to know more about you..perhaps when I have time.. we shall do this.. * leans down*.. your distaste For lina.. is overwhelming girl.. is good for the spirit... but a key.. to combating her girl.. is to out serve her
[12:21] Nettle Blackthorne stared over the smelly dark village and let out a heavy sigh, she missed the place at times, but had gotten used to the luxury of the ubaras fine quarters. She flicked a bit of imaginary dirt away as she flicked her head to the side letting her blonde locks caress her tawny supple flesh "out serve her you say--hmm well I am sure any common urt could out serve that dreadful girl..why she has been mounted and used by so many Masters it is no wonder her heat doesn’t flop along the ground as she walks!" she laughed softly. Nettle was a crude slave and certainly did not honor her slave position with the fine ubara well, she was more fitting to be a below deck girl the way she talked so flamboyantly at times.
[12:23] Corthidian Belwraith: * chuckles*.. I am going to the City girl.. you are the Ubara's girl.. accompany me
[12:23] Nettle Blackthorne: "Yes Master of course" Nettle rose and brushed the dirt from her fine attire and prepared to take the rarius heel.
[12:25] Corthidian Belwraith: seat girl..
[12:25] Nettle Blackthorne hopped into the basket behind the Master arranging her body away from the sides of the basket
[12:25] Tarnsman whispers: GET OFF ME OR I WILL EAT YOU
[12:25] Tarnsman: sit still now you don't want to fall from this height
[12:26] Nettle Blackthorne hopped from the basket gracefully letting out a slight giggle
[12:26] Corthidian Belwraith: well nettle that wasn’t too bad of a ride girl..
[12:27] Nettle Blackthorne: "aye Master at least I didn’t fall out anyhow"
[12:27] Corthidian Belwraith: * kneels down*.. has the world been so cold to you girl.. that your heart does not feel?
[12:29] Nettle Blackthorne wondered why she had been drug back to the city but figured the rarius had a reason. She stared at him curiously and tilted her head to the side as she answered 'well it aint been a warm place for me Master--but i bundle up and shield myself against the cold time..protesting myself and my heart..thats a wise thing to do, but more importantly I do feel Master--randomly of course"
[12:30] Corthidian Belwraith: I understand.. you are the Ubara's girl.. I am a Rarius.. and Scarlet.. it is not wise.. for the slave of an Ubara.. to be wandering the streets of a lawless city..
[12:33] Nettle Blackthorne shifted nervously, the rough stones grated into her kneecaps. She lowered her head and nodded "aye Master--you serve this city well..i--i--i was just going to find a merchant to get her silk slave some paints, I thought it would be a nice little gift for him, He seems eager to please the Ubara with a fine new painting, and i thought it would be safe Master" she kept her head low "do you think anyone would suspect i am the Ubaras, despite wearing her cast color?" she slapped her head lightly "perhaps i should have changed into something more appropriate"
[12:35] Corthidian Belwraith: perhaps... but still girl.. anyone could see. from your grooming.. you are a slave of High Caste.. and if stolen.. would have hurt the Ubara's heart.. you wish this Upon the Ubara?
[12:37] Nettle Blackthorne chuckled low not wanting to express her thoughts of the Ubara, their paths had crossed rather oddly, and she had only slight feelings of devotion for her Mistress "erm ai aint considered it..may want to ask the Ubara how she feels about her tower slave, she may very well be glad to have me off her hands, Master, but of course i aint trying to bring no harm to her or her heart Master:"
[12:39] Corthidian Belwraith: it matters not how she feels.. even slaves Value Honor.. and the thought of you stolen.. there is no honor in.. I prevented it.. you shall remain In treve Girl.. lest I speak with the Ubara.. to seek your punishment for endangering her property..* he huffs at the girls averting, caring not for the slaves opinion of the Ubara's feelings*
[12:42] Nettle Blackthorne idly traced her fingers over her treven brand and liar brand letting out a deep sigh as she thought of her path so far as a slave, it certainly had not been an easy one. She looked at the tall walls surrounded her and whimpered softly, She longed to frolic in the woods, she had been trapped in her Mistress quarters for a few days "but--but--but" she began to argue but looked to his bulging muscles and decided she didn’t want to be backhanded. She bit her lip and mumbled low "as You wish Master" She smiled coyly and decided there were other ways to get down to the village to get what she desired,
[12:43] Corthidian Belwraith: very well then.. confine yourself to the Ubara's quarters.. HARTA
[12:44] Nettle Blackthorne: "yes--Master" She furrowed her brow but obediently rose and scurried off towards her owners quarters calling out over her shoulder "Well wishes Master!"\
[12:57] Nettle Blackthorne sighed heavily and stomped around the apartment stomping heavily on the floorboards "this is so not fair--stupid rarius.." she wanted to get the paints for cabbage and surprise him. "well he aint gonna stop me--im smarter then he thinks" She slid to her knees and lifted the top of her Mistress trunk and pulled out a small cloak with a hood. She slipped it closed and scurried to her kennel where her last remnants of rags she had before being collard by the ubara lie. She slid out of her fine purple silks, tied her hair up and frazzled it a bit making herself look disheveled and unkempt. Tracing her fingers over the inside of the fire pit she traced the dirt over her flesh darkening it in some areas, the rest she made look dusty. Peering into a small looking glass she nodded in approval "no one will know me like this"
[13:04] Nettle Blackthorne ducked into the kitchens and gathered up a basket, she tossed a few grapes, larma and tospit inside then cautiously made her way to the huge doorway and peeked out looking across the courtyard. She clapped her hands "oh what a clever slave you are!" she praised herself and slipped out the door into the sunlight pulling the cloak over her head
[13:05] Corthidian Belwraith: * looks closlyand snags the cloak*....Ahem.. and where are you going?
[13:06] Nettle Blackthorne frowned seeing the same warrior draw close to her. She lowered her voice an octave and nodded in Greeting "Tal Master--care for a larma or tospit" ? she pulled the cloak down over her face
[13:06] Corthidian Belwraith: Master? then you are slave.. * pulls the cloak off her*... nettle..* growls*
[13:08] Nettle Blackthorne shunned away from his meaty claws tugging at her cloak "erm yes perhaps--i was just um delivering this fresh fruit to the physician..you know what they say..a larma a day---" her face flashed with anger as she was quickly figured out.
[13:08] Nettle Blackthorne: face flashed with anger*
[13:09] Corthidian Belwraith: I am not fooled easily bettle.. put the fruit back.. and confine yourself to the Ubara's quarters.. or I shall see you caged..and you can Explain to her why I put you there
[13:11] Nettle Blackthorne was saddened "sure you can grant me some leniency and allow me to serve in the courtyard there Master--its rather lonely all alone in her quarters!" she lowered her shoulders and turned to leave "aye Master.." her pace was slow she dragged her feet as she went.
[13:12] Corthidian Belwraith: * retrieves his whip off his belt and whips it back and snaps it near her feet*.. HARTA
[13:13] Nettle Blackthorne hopped up and the fruit jiggled around in the basket her pace getting quicker as she stumbled away "yes Master" She retreated with her basket of fruit to pout.