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located in Tarsha, a part of Bound, one of the many universes on RPG.

Tarsha

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Character Portrait: Ayden Neyon Character Portrait: Arya Tundra Character Portrait: Patience Jones Character Portrait: Zoë Brooks Character Portrait: Fredrick Walters
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"Zoë...I'm sure there was change."
Arya couldn't be sure, but there was something harsh about the comment, even though it somehow was hidden under niceties. The girl, Zoë, handed the woman the purse.
"Does he have a name Miss Brooks?"
"Oh, yes. Frederick Walters."
"Well Fredrick, Ayra.Come along, it's filthy here. I'll introduce myself back at the house."
Arya stayed silent during the conversation, staring helplessly down at the floor. Eventually they were ordered forward, and Arya forced her feet into moving, one step at a time.
When they finally stopped, Arya glanced up at the house. Her green eyes widened in shock. The house was mansion.
"This is my home. Welcome to the Jones Plantation."
Arya could only stare in wonder at the huge building before her. The lawn alone was huge, enough space for around five or six of her peoples spring tents. The memory made her choke slightly, so she forced herself to think of the task at hand. Her mistress opened the door to the monster of a house in front of them.
"I'm Patience Jones, your new master, but you are to call me Miss Jones only. There is to be no stealing, talking to other slaves, speaking out of line, disobedience, embarrassing me in front of guests, or back sass. Any breaking of these rules is severely punished."
Arya's stomach tightened in remembrance of all the stories she'd been told of Tarsha's cruel masters. The welcoming smile from Miss Jones was gone, replaced with a dangerous glare. Arya shuddered slightly, her small hands striving to keep still as they shook. Miss Jones continued to lead them through the twisting corridors of the mansion, until they reached another door.
"The servants quarters are seperate from the house."
Arya couldn't help but feel some relief. She couldn't stand living in such a permanent structure. The outside was a vast, and over the top garden. All sorts of different plants decorated it bathing the garden with different colours and shapes. That was when she saw the slave huts. They were like tiny sheds, not truly enough to live in. Arya's heart sunk. At least there was privacy. She continued to move on with the others, as they continued into the slave quarters.
At the very end of the row of crudely built shelters, Arya saw a larger one built of marble. Something about the place warned her this was not somewhere anyone wanted to be, however Miss Jones didn't seem to be slowing down. As they continued past the other shelter, Arya gave Zoë a frightened glance.
They entered the last hut, and Arya's whole body went cold. There were small cots on the bare earth, with a small, meshed window the only view to outside. A boy her age was seated on one of the cots. She couldn't help but stare slightly. He was darker than anyone she'd ever seen. Sure enough, she was lighter than most people here, however there was something decidedly tanned about him. What shocked her the most was the fact that it was obviously faded, and the thought of the tan going even darker was something new. She gazed speechless over him.
He was evidently the same age as herself, and there was a small piercing in one of his eyebrows. Arya's people were not used to the custom, even the females never pierced their ears. Something in his look terrified her. There was something distinctly sad about him.
"Zoë and Ayden stay here already, but recently I've lost a few servants so you'll be taking their places. This will be your room."
Arya moved her gaze from Ayden, and glanced at the two cots set aside for herself and Fredrick. Two lace dresses were placed on her own. At least one thing would be better.
"You can wash up in the servants bathrooms behind the huts, after that Ayden here will give you a tour of the house. Zoë, you have a few moments to yourself. Answer any questions these two have and then go into the market and pick up some groceries with the change from Fredrick. All of you be ready for tonight."
Something about her last sentenced sent a thrill of fear through Arya. Something was up and she had no idea what to expect.
"Fredrick, and I think she called you Ayra?"
Arya nodded mutely at the gesture.
"I'm Zoë Brooks. I suggest you start preparing yourselves for the worst."
She wasn't joking. Arya glanced over at Ayden. He at least would know a little more of what Zoë was saying. What she saw in his eyes wasn't encouraging. She remembered Miss Jones order of their questions being answered.
"What's going on?" she asked quietly. She moved her hands behind her, reaching for the wall in an effort to steady herself. She was starving, but it didn't appear that she was going to be fed anytime soon.
She gazed at Zoë expectantly, but with a mixture of dread.
"Why aren't we out there?" she gestured weakly to the outside huts. Something was wrong, and now she was in the midst of it. She turned her eyes to Ayden.
"What did I do wrong?"

(Waiting for FaithsAngel and Jesszisko to post before submitting Miss Edwards and Jason's thoughts)