The slip of a girl wound her way through the dark streets, something she would never ordinarily do, to a place she would never go. But her master had bid it, and she obeyed. She was safe, as safe as one could be with a docile dragon in tow, and her master's collar gleaming brightly as if to warn away stray fingers. these were her only protection, at least she thought they were. she had no idea what was in store. She finally arrived, and hesitated, her heart racing with barely suppressed fear. But she feared more the wrath that would befall her should she dare be defiant.
The dragon in tow, was none other than Icer Shimmerscale herself. She had been scrubbed to an immaculate shine, the wounds recently received almost healed save the small scars she would bear permanently. She wore an intricate silver collar, a thing so delicate in appearance and finely wrought it could easily be mistaken for a bauble or trinket. Saddled and bridled she was as well, ornate works upon her. The saddle bejeweled, The bridle fine white leather.
The girl tied the reigns to the hitching post and slipped inside, pausing to let her eyes adjust. She must not dally, and she sought out one in particular, one she had been given a very detailed description of. Nervously she tucked a loose strand of pale blond hair behind an upswept ear, blue eyes seeking the man called Travanix. After what seemed an epoch she located him, he was not hard to discern, the man had presence.
The girl moved lithely through the crowd, barely pausing for the leering grins and the hands that sought to gain access to her scantily clad body. Somehow, she managed to avoid these, while moving quickly yet demurely until she stood before the man. "My Lord Travanix." She spoke softly, assuming the appropriate posture to reflect her position. "Please, My lord Oziendis sends his salutations and regards. He offers you a gift." Hastily she held out a sealed scroll. Offering it up to him, head lowered.
She was trembling with fear, this man frightened her more than even Oziendis did, a feat she had not thought possible. She waited for him to take the scroll, eager to leave. Though she had been instructed to wait until he had read it.
The scroll read:
Regards to you, Tavanix.
Word has reached me of stirrings afoot and I would be most gratified to assist. I have included with this missive an offering, in hopes it will be of use to you. The highly regarded matriarch of the Shimmerscale clan, Icer. My messenger has been instructed to tie her to the post out side, and she is now awaiting your inspection. Do be aware the collar she wears keeps her entirely under control, and she will obey you without question or hesitation. I do not advise it's removal. I hope she meets with your approval.
Oziendis.
P.S. You may keep the girl, she has served her purpose.
The girl awaited her next instructions....
The dragon in tow, was none other than Icer Shimmerscale herself. She had been scrubbed to an immaculate shine, the wounds recently received almost healed save the small scars she would bear permanently. She wore an intricate silver collar, a thing so delicate in appearance and finely wrought it could easily be mistaken for a bauble or trinket. Saddled and bridled she was as well, ornate works upon her. The saddle bejeweled, The bridle fine white leather.
The girl tied the reigns to the hitching post and slipped inside, pausing to let her eyes adjust. She must not dally, and she sought out one in particular, one she had been given a very detailed description of. Nervously she tucked a loose strand of pale blond hair behind an upswept ear, blue eyes seeking the man called Travanix. After what seemed an epoch she located him, he was not hard to discern, the man had presence.
The girl moved lithely through the crowd, barely pausing for the leering grins and the hands that sought to gain access to her scantily clad body. Somehow, she managed to avoid these, while moving quickly yet demurely until she stood before the man. "My Lord Travanix." She spoke softly, assuming the appropriate posture to reflect her position. "Please, My lord Oziendis sends his salutations and regards. He offers you a gift." Hastily she held out a sealed scroll. Offering it up to him, head lowered.
She was trembling with fear, this man frightened her more than even Oziendis did, a feat she had not thought possible. She waited for him to take the scroll, eager to leave. Though she had been instructed to wait until he had read it.
The scroll read:
Regards to you, Tavanix.
Word has reached me of stirrings afoot and I would be most gratified to assist. I have included with this missive an offering, in hopes it will be of use to you. The highly regarded matriarch of the Shimmerscale clan, Icer. My messenger has been instructed to tie her to the post out side, and she is now awaiting your inspection. Do be aware the collar she wears keeps her entirely under control, and she will obey you without question or hesitation. I do not advise it's removal. I hope she meets with your approval.
Oziendis.
P.S. You may keep the girl, she has served her purpose.
The girl awaited her next instructions....