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Post by kaiyacksoda on Feb 10, 2017 21:11:09 GMT -6
Sixtine - Servile Slave - 42 yr Mare
Green eyes gazed at the ground as the spotted mare shuffled over the wooden floors, she held her head low in irritation as she began to march up another flight of stairs. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the memory of Avalon’s demand, it seemed to spin in her mind like a repeating record. He never spoke rudely to her, in fact, his words were often quite kind. However, he still was quite a proud stallion and it seemed that the one thing to get under his skin was his daughter’s lack of ambition. For a moment, Avalon must have lost his grip on his temper as he snapped at the scrawny mare to go and collect his child.
“Something useful.” He had nearly growled at his servant, “Just find her, and have her do something useful.”
Sixtine understood the fact that she had it well here, under Avalon’s ownership. Much more.. Well than many slaves she knew around Valore, so she should be thankful, yet she wasn’t. She wasn’t thankful for just being well, almost as much as she wasn’t content with being owned. Yet here she was, jogging to go and fulfill her master’s orders until an opportunity arose for some change.
“Adagio!”, Six called from a few doors away. Unlike the filly’s father, Sixtine would tend to let her emotions seep through a bit more. Reaching the young unicorn’s bedroom door, she pawed at the wooden frame in a loud knock. “Adagio, open this door, please!” She said through gritted teeth, obviously annoyed from the use of Addie’s full name.
The older mare ruffled her bright green feathers before pushing the door open herself, “Is this where you have been all morning? Your father seemed quite annoyed that you had not made your way down to breakfast, let alone helping him work today.”
The pegasus raised her brows at the young filly as she awaited an explanation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 21:19:35 GMT -6
ADAGIO
Aodhian Merchant
Her snout was gently tucked between two halves of an open book, gnawing on the last of an apple she had been chewing on as a snack for the past hour. Reading was, in her eyes, a harmless endeavor. It was certainly a cheaper pursuit than the lavish jewelries and decorations that many Aodhians so aptly indulged in. Which was probably why Adagio had so many; she had lost count of the tomes and scrolls she had in her possession and how many times she read through them fondly. Gentle sounds uttered ponderingly from her mouth on occasion, conveying her interest or curiosity in whatever she read. The teen had peacefully been musing since she arose. She was oblivious to the outside world, to enraptured to care about the sloppiness of her living quarters or her chores, much to poor Avalon's chagrin. She knew her father well enough and was often too used to his scoldings to truly pay heed to him. Hence, his frustration. Nevertheless, whether it had been his voice or another's the call of her name at her bedroom door quickly tore Adagio from her reading time rather unexpectedly. "Gah!" The filly nearly keeled over, and her book was flung a few inches upward and over until it had landed with the pages splayed against the floor. " Don't come in, don't come in!" Was a common response, one often ignored by her father and servants. As always, Sixtine would open the door to Adagio's bedroom and be greeted by the unstable stacks of books and encyclopedias, torn out pages, and scrolls, cluttered in corners and sides of the room. The only real clean spaces of Adagio's bedroom were the bed itself, the mantle of a window where trinkets and music sheets were set upon, and the middle of the the whitewashed, egg-colored floor, where Adagio sat. Scattered about were small pillows, and sunlight poured into the room from a skylight that was built like a miniature atrium. "Ah-hah," The unicorn rose to her feet, a few torn out pages slipping off of her painted coat. The plume of her tail coiled into itself in her anxiety. "Hi! You just caught me in the middle of my...reading..." Yes, even she knew she had problem saying that. "What time is it? I mean, boy, was it overcast this morning! Had no idea whether the sun had already reached it's zenith or not?" Adagio sunk her teeth into her lip, blue eyes side-glancing toward the flipped over book. "I had an apple. And besides, I already did my part and finished the necklace he asked me to complete last night. He should be happy I did that much..." She was coming up with excuses, yes, but what better choice did she have? "...He wasn't rude to you, was he?"
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Feb 10, 2017 21:27:40 GMT -6
Sixtine
The Pegasus began to sort through the clutter of Adagio’s room as she ignored the young mare’s excuses, she had heard them all before after all-- many times before. Scrolls and books flew back onto a wooden bookshelf by the ease of Sixtine’s telekinesis as she began to shuffle together multiple torn-out pages scattered across the hardwood floor. Preoccupied with the mess in front of her, the champagne-colored mare first could only offer a snort at Adagio’s last question. “We all have problems, Addie, but I can assure you that your father’s temper will never be one of mine.”
The mare swished her banged tail with a slight sense of authority. Though constantly demeaned by her low rank, Six refused to behave any less worthy and sure would not be found cowering about. Taking her eyes off the clutter that covered the bedroom floor like a blanket, she looked back toward Adagio. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath to calm her irritated nerves before speaking again to the teen.
“Come on then, you, get up. It’s nearly eleven o’clock, you can come help me get the groceries for the week. You’ll be able to read later, I know it's important to you.” Every thing the mare said was sincere, after all, she would happily leave Adagio to read and learn all day if it wasn't for Avalon’s orders. Six understood where his intentions developed from, but that didn't mean she was going to agree with them.
“And then after, you ought to march your little self right back up here to start on this mess of a room.” Six dropped her head to gently paw at the miscellaneous information that glittered among the floorboards. “You could get lost in here!” She said with a gentle smirk, “but I suppose that is why we haven't seen you.”
Six headed toward the door after jumping into a still, collected position, with all four feet standing square. The mare raised her head awkwardly to mimic the salute of the chevaliers. “After that you should be good to go, ma’am.”
Chuckling at her own movements, dark colored hooves pushed the bedroom door open as Six made her way out, anticipating Adagio’s presence behind her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 21:59:59 GMT -6
ADAGIOAodhian Merchant
Swishing her lion-like plume of a tail, Adagio finally flipped the book she had been reading face-up and closed its cover shut. She'd slide it toward the edge of her bed, adding to the steadily growing pile of papers, junk, and other belongings that lay scattered at the bedside. She wouldn't admit it, but that pile was owing to the several times she had tripped getting up in the morning. "All right, fine." If it would help get Avalon off her back. She figured he must have been serious if he was putting his daughter in place of their other servile to go alongside Sixtine in order to fulfill the task. Mindful of her hoofsteps, she cautiously navigated from the muted red rug, navigating around and over scattered belongings. "Look, I once read that disorganization is a good thing, it motivates you to do things you should be doing." Claimed Adagio, her voice sincere and mature. The filly rose her head high, eyes shut in an attempt to defend her reasoning. "If I'm going to clean my living space, I should at least be permitted some clutter to keep my mind active." "Okay, Chevalier," Adagio returned the joke lightly, swishing her tail. "But seriously, you don't have to call me ma'am, you're not a stranger. It feels weird being called 'ma'am' by someone you know so well." She followed the pegasus out into the open halls of their home. "Tell father I've gone with Six to the Bridge," she said gently to the other servile, whom had only recently stirred from a rest they had been rewarded. "I'll be back before sundown." With that, the chimeric unicorn pranced up to Sixtine's flank, looking up at her expectantly. "So uh, what are we getting in particular?"
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Feb 10, 2017 22:20:07 GMT -6
Sixtine
Six coughed and raised her eyebrows at the child, “I don’t see much getting done with all this clutter, in fact, I just spy it convincing you to tidy your room less and less.” She marched out of the room with a swish of her tail.
“Hmm”, she thought to herself for a moment as the mare climbed down the delicately-carved wooden staircase, Adagio at her heels. “Groceries for the week of course, you’ll have to say what you want, but oh, since you’re coming along you ought to just pick it out. I know your father would like the regular produce, ya know. Oh, and I would like to pick something extra up for the poor thing over--” the pegasus glanced toward the servile slave who Addie had last spoken, an exhausted being, still quite nervous, who Six took pity on. “Though we will just keep that between the two of us.” She said with a wink toward the teen.
Striding off the last step, the painted mare glanced at the leather saddlebags she had left hanging over the railing before grabbing them between her teeth and swinging them over her back. Six was always surprised at the weight of these things, but then again, it wasn’t just one or two, but four large bags spread over her spine. Quite a pretty sight to any Aodhian, the leather of the bags was dyed red with Adoh’s crest printed on the side in bright orange stain. Not to mention the gem-coated collar and bridle the pegasus wore. She was the picture perfect representation of Avalon’s household. Of course, not that Sixtine agreed with this “pathetic”poster-child appearance, in fact, she couldn’t wait to return home to rip off the garments. Yet still, the mare wore them while amidst the streets, swearing to herself that if she served any other household she would put up more of a ruckus, but Six had accepted the soft spot she had for Avalon long ago.
Next, she reached for the small silk bag with her telekinesis, the one thing she was grateful Avalon didn’t insist she wore like some dressed doll was one of those nasty bits that so many slaves sported unwillingly. Six nearly cringed at the thought of it, she had been susceptible to the cold iron between her teeth when she was a child, before and for some time while working for Adagio’s grandfather. She could put up with the undesirable taste it left in her mouth if it wasn’t for the minimizing powers it left on her telekinesis. Sure, she could function without it, anyone could, but it was just something extra the high rankings did to instill submission in their servants. It made the mare’s blood boil, after all, they had already taken away her ability to fly.
With a puff of exertion, she tightened the silver string that was fastened around the silk bag and placed it into the saddlebag closest to her chest. The small container was filled to the brim with gold coins, and though she usually put up with Avalon’s temper, Sixtine had a strong sense that the loss of this sum of money would result in quite an issue for her, and so she always guarded the item with extra caution.
“Alright then.” Sixtine said with a snort. “Ready to head out?” She looked toward Adagio before swinged the front door open with a push of her hoof.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 22:24:31 GMT -6
ADAGIO
Aodhian Merchant
"Well, it's good a reason a feel less motivated," Adagio argued, head high and eyes shut. "Besides, it's not like father is sleeping in there anyways. If all I have to do is keep the door closed when guests come, why must I worry about cleaning my room when he says so? I'll organize it on my own time." Perhaps she was sounding a bit spoiled, but really, Adagio didn't see herself spending the time to clean her room--aside from any food scraps or drinks that might end up there--when she could just spend her time saturating her head with knowledge. Adagio glanced over her shoulder toward Mason ever so briefly at his mention. "Certainly, certainly." She whispered back the the pegasus, side glancing. "You've got your bridle on?" She asked as she began to slip on her own bridle. Adagio's was gold laced and encrusted with jade and rose quartz, both light colors to stand out against her dark fur and complement her horn. Like Sixtine's, it was bitless, for more obvious reasons. If there was one thing she was glad to know, it was the fact that her father was gracious enough to don his slaves in bridles without bits. That was the luxury of working for this family. "Let's try to get back a few hours before dinnertime, I'd like to finish that book..." She murmured gently. "Speaking of which, got a particular craving for something tonight? I'm already aching tonight's meal but I'm guessing that dad's leaving it up to us." As she spoke, the unicorn filly trotted down to the doorway. "Ready as ever, you know!"
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Feb 10, 2017 22:26:55 GMT -6
Sixtine
Shifting her glance onto the young unicorn, Six made it quite clear the debate on “room cleaning” should be cut to an end. As the two headed out the door the pegasus mare let out a small, “hmm” as her brain rolled around in search of meal ideas. “Just a nice salad tonight I think.. Maybe some cheese and tomatoes too.” She said as she thought to herself. “We will get that shortly though, don’t want it to all spoil on our time out.”
With a swish of her banged tail, Six’s eyes wandered their pathway onto Valore. “First, there is this friendly little merchant right around the corner. That stallion sells beautiful cloth, I’m surprised he isn’t an Artisan to be frank. Let’s pick out a blanket for Mason, the poor thing looks like he could do with a bit of good rest. Maybe some sweets for him too, I mean, who doesn’t like that?” The older mare chuckled to herself.
Avalon’s newest slave was a bit of a pity to look at, with his scar covered body and sad expression, though Six knew that while living under this family’s roof, no harm would come to either of the two slaves. The mare hoped that Mason would realize the same thing soon enough.
It wasn’t long until the mare and growing filly happened upon the merchant’s shop, fabric hung around the outdoor stand in an array of colors. Cloaks, curtains, and blankets could be found in nearly any one color, if not multiple. Behind the shadows of bright threads stood a meek looking stallion who was obviously struggling for money, no matter how beautiful his products were. Sixtine offered a gentle, “Hello” as she began to study the multiple materials.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 8:39:57 GMT -6
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"Ech, tomatoes are so weird," Adagio commented to the side, gaze fixated on the floor as she followed Sixtine through the wide villa halls. "I read it's a fruit yet it tastes like a vegetable, and it's way too juicy..." Not that she had any distaste for a tomato, but it wasn't her idea of a refreshing vegetable. "I think I'll just put mine on the side."
The filly totted out and eventually took the lead when they stepped out onto the bridge, swishing her lion-like tail every so often like a slow metronome. "Hmm. I wonder if he's got a favorite color. Have you asked him?" She inquired. "Favorite candy too. I mean, I hear that with chocolate, you can never go wrong, but, ya know. There's always a chance that he might be adverse to chocolate..." As she spoke, her ears flicked back in concern. She was hopeful Mason was the type to really appreciate gifts--and hopefully, okay with chocolate as well.
The paranoid layer that displayed itself was quickly overtaken by a more enthusiastic facade, as the pair approached the meek little fabric merchant behind his table. "Greetings and salutations!" The unicorn filly shouted with enthusiasm. "Do you have anything available that might be good for a blanket?"
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Mar 14, 2017 14:27:16 GMT -6
Sixtine
The pegasus mare with bright green wings pondered the filly's question for a moment. "I don't think I know his favorite color.. or his favorite candy!" Six chuckled to herself. "I guess that would have been pretty good to ask, eh? I'm sure chocolate will be fine, and well, hmm.. Something bright colored will probably help the poor fella." Sixtine's neon eyes were now trailing the hanging cloth at the merchant's shop but flicked back to the store owner as Adagio greeted him with a question.
The tired stallion coughed, and at first Sixtine thought that was all he was going to reply with, until his cough escalated into a sentence. "A-ahh.. Y-yes. Any of this er-- thick-- fabric seems to be alright for those breezy nights." Though he had a rough and cracking voice, his tone was lighter than the mare had expected.
"How about this one?" Six said, pulling a half-clipped wing up toward a golden piece of thick cotton with beautiful red and blue patterns covering the surface. "What do you think, Addie? or maybe something more like.. Ah! Something like this!" This piece was a deep purple with white accents and a crisp, yellow center. "Interesting, huh?"
Six thoroughly enjoyed letting her eyes soak up the bright colors. "Ah, I think Mason would like any of them. Haha, that makes it even harder to choose, doesn't it?" The mare quirked a brow and turned to the merchant assisting the shop, "They are all lovely." and she nodded politely to the stallion, then shifted an expecting glance toward the young mare who stood beside her.
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