Discord
Changelog
"So many eyes on me. Why so many? Why do I possess this much value?" she thought quietly to herself as she began to change out of the rags she was left in from the auction. "The letter must have had an effect. The way the auction went, this was exactly as she planned."
The Mistress. She was already known to the elf. Trusted implicitly. She had taken care of Silverhair even when times were uncertain. The Master she did not know and was warned of yet was told by her Mistress that he was trustworthy. Still, there was so much that would have been invested to have her. Politics. Was even this a political move in the greater game?
All that could be done is to wait and see what would come.
It was the greatest reward. Her new home was a warm one. She felt particularly close to her Mistress. They were so similar, had things gone differently she may be in the same position as her Mistress. There was kindness in that house, peace. E'lyanei had faded away from her over those days. There was no need for the cold killer anymore. She felt something in that place when she was there with her. She felt free. A child born to serve Temple. An exile. A criminal. Then a slave. There had always been a collar around her throat and such a feeling was odd. It was alien to her. Exhilarating but something she feared all the same. Master and Mistress promised to protect her, to keep their treasure safe. There were those now that cherished her, perhaps even loved her.
She had come to realize over the time following the auction that this was her payment. The cost would inevitably be her life. Her Omnipotence had read the letter and this was the result. I have accepted death since the day that I have been bound in these chains. Give me use and purpose. A hand to wield this blade! At least the time until the end will be a good one.
The Mistress. She was already known to the elf. Trusted implicitly. She had taken care of Silverhair even when times were uncertain. The Master she did not know and was warned of yet was told by her Mistress that he was trustworthy. Still, there was so much that would have been invested to have her. Politics. Was even this a political move in the greater game?
All that could be done is to wait and see what would come.
It was the greatest reward. Her new home was a warm one. She felt particularly close to her Mistress. They were so similar, had things gone differently she may be in the same position as her Mistress. There was kindness in that house, peace. E'lyanei had faded away from her over those days. There was no need for the cold killer anymore. She felt something in that place when she was there with her. She felt free. A child born to serve Temple. An exile. A criminal. Then a slave. There had always been a collar around her throat and such a feeling was odd. It was alien to her. Exhilarating but something she feared all the same. Master and Mistress promised to protect her, to keep their treasure safe. There were those now that cherished her, perhaps even loved her.
She had come to realize over the time following the auction that this was her payment. The cost would inevitably be her life. Her Omnipotence had read the letter and this was the result. I have accepted death since the day that I have been bound in these chains. Give me use and purpose. A hand to wield this blade! At least the time until the end will be a good one.