34th Saun, 718
She woke up on the floor, as she always did. She had dreamed of a pale man with dark hair. It felt like she knew him, but she could not think where from. Whilst it was more than possible that one of the many visitors who came to make purchases would be forgotten by her, somehow she knew that she would remember him. He was intense and had given her a message, but the message didn't make sense, except that now it was time for her to learn a difficult lesson, a hard one but it was important. She had agreed, of course;it had seemed important to him. So, as she always would, she had done what she thought he wanted and given permission.
As she woke she realised that there were people there, kneeling next to her. A man, in fact. He had a deep frown on his face and eyes like deep golden honey. He was well dressed, quite a lot older than her and obviously free. As her eyes fluttered open, she looked up at him in surprise and shock, ignoring the sharp pain in her head and scrabbling quickly up so that she was kneeling....
Of course, she hadn't been sleeping, because Faith no longer slept on floors. What she had been doing was working in the kitchen and she'd slipped on a patch of water. That had happened as she moved quickly to get a cake she'd been baking out of the oven - she'd been trying some new recipes in preparation for the twins birthday on the first Zi'da. Cyrus had come in and he'd had a look on his face which she recognised from her husband, of course. So, she grinned. "Cake is important for birthdays, I remember very clearly the one Padraig made me. I want something that will delight the children just as much." Then, she'd gone back to fussing.
And rushing.
If she hadn't been rushing, she wouldn't have slipped, but she was and she did. She landed in a heap and hit her head on the cabinet on her way down and it knocked her cold. She was out for maybe thirty trill and then, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him in confusion. As her eyes focused, she scrambled to get to kneeling and she kept her gaze lowered to the ground. Of course, he put his hand on her to check that she was alright and for the first time Faith flinched at her father in law's touch. Lifting her head as he spoke to her, she looked at him with a very careful and neutral expression on her face and no recognition in her eyes when she met his gaze. She was afraid and confused but she pushed it all into her hands. He must have bought her while she slept, she reasoned. When she fell asleep, the last memory she had, she had been in one place, now she was in another so she must have been moved. It did not matter, she had no reason or need to be informed and so she accepted that it was.
He spoke to her, asking her if she was alright, if there was any pain and she met his gaze and replied that she was fine.What was she supposed to do now, she really didn't know. Yet he looked at her and he seemed so worried. Oh, by Famula, she thought, as she realised that he had been touching her, his hand on her cheek, on her shoulder and checking her head to make sure sure wasn't bleeding. He was expecting her to do that? Fear gripped her but she could not give in to it. She didn't need to, though, the man there with her told her to stay there, just wait. Someone else was coming in, he was going to fetch them, but that wasn't important, she did as she was instructed.
And someone else came in. A younger man, but related to the first she thought, judging by his eyes. They looked alike. He knelt in front of her and she met his gaze, looking at him for what she believed to be the first time as he knelt there. Her neutral, schooled and restrained expression was carefully kept on her face. She started to speak, but looking at him she saw the look on his face and she stopped. "Are you alright, sir?" The girl who, at that moment, didn't know her name, asked with very obvious, and very genuine, concern. "This slave did not mean to make a fuss," she said, and then said something which she had since he'd met her and was, of course, her way of getting around referring to herself as 'it' wherever she could "My apologies."
As she woke she realised that there were people there, kneeling next to her. A man, in fact. He had a deep frown on his face and eyes like deep golden honey. He was well dressed, quite a lot older than her and obviously free. As her eyes fluttered open, she looked up at him in surprise and shock, ignoring the sharp pain in her head and scrabbling quickly up so that she was kneeling....
Of course, she hadn't been sleeping, because Faith no longer slept on floors. What she had been doing was working in the kitchen and she'd slipped on a patch of water. That had happened as she moved quickly to get a cake she'd been baking out of the oven - she'd been trying some new recipes in preparation for the twins birthday on the first Zi'da. Cyrus had come in and he'd had a look on his face which she recognised from her husband, of course. So, she grinned. "Cake is important for birthdays, I remember very clearly the one Padraig made me. I want something that will delight the children just as much." Then, she'd gone back to fussing.
And rushing.
If she hadn't been rushing, she wouldn't have slipped, but she was and she did. She landed in a heap and hit her head on the cabinet on her way down and it knocked her cold. She was out for maybe thirty trill and then, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him in confusion. As her eyes focused, she scrambled to get to kneeling and she kept her gaze lowered to the ground. Of course, he put his hand on her to check that she was alright and for the first time Faith flinched at her father in law's touch. Lifting her head as he spoke to her, she looked at him with a very careful and neutral expression on her face and no recognition in her eyes when she met his gaze. She was afraid and confused but she pushed it all into her hands. He must have bought her while she slept, she reasoned. When she fell asleep, the last memory she had, she had been in one place, now she was in another so she must have been moved. It did not matter, she had no reason or need to be informed and so she accepted that it was.
He spoke to her, asking her if she was alright, if there was any pain and she met his gaze and replied that she was fine.What was she supposed to do now, she really didn't know. Yet he looked at her and he seemed so worried. Oh, by Famula, she thought, as she realised that he had been touching her, his hand on her cheek, on her shoulder and checking her head to make sure sure wasn't bleeding. He was expecting her to do that? Fear gripped her but she could not give in to it. She didn't need to, though, the man there with her told her to stay there, just wait. Someone else was coming in, he was going to fetch them, but that wasn't important, she did as she was instructed.
And someone else came in. A younger man, but related to the first she thought, judging by his eyes. They looked alike. He knelt in front of her and she met his gaze, looking at him for what she believed to be the first time as he knelt there. Her neutral, schooled and restrained expression was carefully kept on her face. She started to speak, but looking at him she saw the look on his face and she stopped. "Are you alright, sir?" The girl who, at that moment, didn't know her name, asked with very obvious, and very genuine, concern. "This slave did not mean to make a fuss," she said, and then said something which she had since he'd met her and was, of course, her way of getting around referring to herself as 'it' wherever she could "My apologies."