It's Not Like We've Known Each Other For a Few Mo-- Oh, Wait. [Anja Aj'Rou]

[Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou]

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His living quarters were not....pleasant, but they were better than what he could have received. At least there was only artificial lighting, and the room was always kept at a pleasantly cool temperature. The fabrics were scratchy, though, and even with it being chilled there was very little moisture in the air. It was a wonder he wasn't dead, honestly.

And yet, Ue-'Kuo would have preferred to be there than to be escorted to his Master's large room. A throne room, he guessed? He did not know -- his people only had huts, and caves, and waters to submerge in. Never this extravagance.

At least this time, they did not bind him. The Blind One hated the cold metal things which the beings (he now knew their name to be "guards") had placed on his wrists, the first time he and the High had first met. Even so, the collar he wore around his neck did not make for a pleasant experience.

They soon arrived to the room, where he sensed that woman, but he said nothing. Instead, as the guards spoke, presumably to announce their presence, the tall alien bent down on one knee, head bowed as he had been brutally taught.

Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou let out a soft, indistinct hiss, though. Not for the first time, he wondered why he was here, not just in this room but in this situation, this predicament. Where had this being received the notion that she had the authority to claim him as hers? It baffled him, for the Blind Ones had no notion of slavery. Conflict? Yes. He understood, and detested, that. But not slavery, not the ownership of one organic by another.

So, he waited, swallowed in his own thoughts, murky though they may be.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja sat in the throne once used by the Emperors of the Fel Dynasty, she knew not how to communicate with her slave but did have a solution for that...

She spoke no words, instead gesturing with her hand for the creature to come closer to her. The Host Lord turned to her guards, "leave us." The entire room had been cleared in only a matter of moments, guards and servants alike left the two absolutely alone in the large open hall that echoed footsteps and whispers.

The witch sat tall the mighty throne, a worn Imperial emblem hung above and beyond the regal seat; a reminder of the old rulers.

Awaiting him, Anja remained silent.

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[Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou]

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Ue-'Kuo felt the change in the air, coming from where the Witch sat. It took him a moment to realize, she had gestured at him. To come forward? Possibly. She had used that same gesture in the past, and the Blind One was a fairly quick learner. But he did not step forward, not yet. A small act of defiance, but he could easily explain it away as ignorance.

He heard the being speak, vaguely comprehending the words, but understanding did not dawn on him fully until the rest of the individuals left. They might have sounded quiet to a "normal" individual, but to him each breath, each shuffle, grated on his sensitive ears.

Soon, the room was empty save the Master and the Slave. In the silence, Ue-'Kuo heard his own heart, the beating of it sped up from its normal pace. But, he could read nothing from the Witch.

Slowly, as if it pained him, the alien stood up and took one step forward. "Yesssss, Massssshter?"