'Kay. Since PM isn't working for me, we're going to use this thread from now on. I'll post our posts that we did through PM right here.
ME: This was definitely not what she had expected. No, not at all. For /months/ now she had been calculating in her head how it would be: tall, dark, well worked, handsome in the ways that humans were... and much /much/ older. This thing before her could not be /her/ slave.
... But then again, this was Avalon's first, and by the looks of it, this was her slave's first as well; just out of training.
"Do you have a name?" she asked, tilting her head to one side so as to better inspect him.
Most human slaves did have names, given to them by their parents, but there were those few who were left open for their future master's to decide. It all depended on the family and how well they valued their heritage. She didn't want to take any chances.
It had always been rather difficult for Avalon to really tell what gender a human was just by looking at their clothed selves, but by her little practice she had had in doing so, this appeared to be a male. A very young male. Maybe less than 12.
"And.. if you happen to know... how old might you be?"
He was wearing common beginner rags, the shirt being a little too big for him and thus causing the brown bottoms to practically hide beneath it. This outfit didn't help in trying to put an age to the boy, making him look much smaller than he really was.
There were no sandals adorning his bare feet, but that didn't seem to make any difference to him. He appeared to be used to it, what with his callused and dirt ridden pads.
Yolotli, or Yoli, as he was commonly called, stared up patiently at his 'owner'. He had been told before he was sent here that her name was Avalon and had found it rather pretty. Obviously she hadn't received as much information about him as he had about her, or she wouldn't have asked him his name.
"My name's Yolotli, or Yoli for short, mum, and according to my father I'm nine years old as of yesterday."
He couldn't understand age, really, never having been taught the purpose of a solar calendar or how it worked. He just went by what he was told and what he was told was that he was nine years old. Did it really mean anything, anyways?
Now thinking that she would really mind, Yoli began to thoroughly observe the dragon he would now be serving for quite some time. She was rather beautiful, if he could really have an opinion on what beauty was. She apparently found cleanliness a high virtue, since her scales were practically glowing and lighting up her whole cave. He would have to take that into consideration when it came his time to be trusted enough to clean her. Avalon's fangs were sparklingly white for one who ate nothing but meat, cooked or not, and she was rather small compared to most of the dragon community, which told him that like himself, she was rather young. Standing, he was about as tall as her forearm.
Instead of leathery wings, as was common among dragon kind, hers appeared to be more like birds' wings except that they were decorated with shimmering scales instead of soft feathers.
This was an awkward moment for the young boy, for he knew that his new mistress was scrutinizing every detail about him, and he could tell by the look in her startlingly light blue eyes that he was not what she had been hoping for. He'd just have to work extra hard to prove his worth.
Yolotli, huh? She had never heard of that name before, which probably meant she had never met any of his other family members. It was hard to keep track of all the humans that were herded around. Especially when they all looked the same. What did it matter anyways? He probably wouldn't be seeing any of his family again.
All of her life Avalon had been raised to think that humans had no real thoughts of their own, at least, not as intelligent of thought as a dragon. They were born to be slaves and possessions of dragons. Of course, it hadn't always been that way, as all the really old dragons would constantly say. The great dragon Nahuatl was responsible for the ...blah blah. She never really gave any real attention to the matter. She just knew humans had treated dragons badly and now it was their turn, or something of the like.
"Very well Yolotli. Let's get started, shall we? Before I begin to discuss everything I'll need you to be doing, I want to bring you over to my friend Necalli's and show you to him."
She didn't want to admit it, but she hardly knew anything about 'people' and her friend was the one she could rely on since he did. Perhaps he could tell her if this was a good 'breed' and whether or not it was going to die at an early age due to disease or something. That wasn't uncommon.
YOU:Golden eyes viewed the human before him critically, mainly pleased with what he had been given. Although he was older then the usual age that usually procured a first slave, he had decided to wait (lest Avalon whine about it being unfair or simply make comments that would annoy him). Because of this, his slave was also older, one with a bit of experience behind him. Age was good as well because he doubted a child would have pleased him being as small as they were, and not as pretty either (and he happily noted that his pet was pretty enough for his liking).
"Have you been named yet?" Necalli questioned. A simple shake of the head answered his question, that no, the male didn't have a name yet (or was giving the dragon a chance to decide one for him).
"Are you an only child..?"
"I was second born." He answered simply, feeling slightly unsettled with the looks he was being given. Hadn't the dragon looked him over enough times already for him to have memorized what he looked like by now, or was he trying to find something wrong with him, a reason to send him back.
"Second...? Najja then, is what you'll be called." Necalli decided, nodding slightly to himself.
"If that is what you wish." 'Najja' replied, eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't want to be named, but he had been told that it was looked upon a bit better if you gave the dragon a chance to name you themselves. So he had been told at any rate.
ME: This was definitely not what she had expected. No, not at all. For /months/ now she had been calculating in her head how it would be: tall, dark, well worked, handsome in the ways that humans were... and much /much/ older. This thing before her could not be /her/ slave.
... But then again, this was Avalon's first, and by the looks of it, this was her slave's first as well; just out of training.
"Do you have a name?" she asked, tilting her head to one side so as to better inspect him.
Most human slaves did have names, given to them by their parents, but there were those few who were left open for their future master's to decide. It all depended on the family and how well they valued their heritage. She didn't want to take any chances.
It had always been rather difficult for Avalon to really tell what gender a human was just by looking at their clothed selves, but by her little practice she had had in doing so, this appeared to be a male. A very young male. Maybe less than 12.
"And.. if you happen to know... how old might you be?"
He was wearing common beginner rags, the shirt being a little too big for him and thus causing the brown bottoms to practically hide beneath it. This outfit didn't help in trying to put an age to the boy, making him look much smaller than he really was.
There were no sandals adorning his bare feet, but that didn't seem to make any difference to him. He appeared to be used to it, what with his callused and dirt ridden pads.
Yolotli, or Yoli, as he was commonly called, stared up patiently at his 'owner'. He had been told before he was sent here that her name was Avalon and had found it rather pretty. Obviously she hadn't received as much information about him as he had about her, or she wouldn't have asked him his name.
"My name's Yolotli, or Yoli for short, mum, and according to my father I'm nine years old as of yesterday."
He couldn't understand age, really, never having been taught the purpose of a solar calendar or how it worked. He just went by what he was told and what he was told was that he was nine years old. Did it really mean anything, anyways?
Now thinking that she would really mind, Yoli began to thoroughly observe the dragon he would now be serving for quite some time. She was rather beautiful, if he could really have an opinion on what beauty was. She apparently found cleanliness a high virtue, since her scales were practically glowing and lighting up her whole cave. He would have to take that into consideration when it came his time to be trusted enough to clean her. Avalon's fangs were sparklingly white for one who ate nothing but meat, cooked or not, and she was rather small compared to most of the dragon community, which told him that like himself, she was rather young. Standing, he was about as tall as her forearm.
Instead of leathery wings, as was common among dragon kind, hers appeared to be more like birds' wings except that they were decorated with shimmering scales instead of soft feathers.
This was an awkward moment for the young boy, for he knew that his new mistress was scrutinizing every detail about him, and he could tell by the look in her startlingly light blue eyes that he was not what she had been hoping for. He'd just have to work extra hard to prove his worth.
Yolotli, huh? She had never heard of that name before, which probably meant she had never met any of his other family members. It was hard to keep track of all the humans that were herded around. Especially when they all looked the same. What did it matter anyways? He probably wouldn't be seeing any of his family again.
All of her life Avalon had been raised to think that humans had no real thoughts of their own, at least, not as intelligent of thought as a dragon. They were born to be slaves and possessions of dragons. Of course, it hadn't always been that way, as all the really old dragons would constantly say. The great dragon Nahuatl was responsible for the ...blah blah. She never really gave any real attention to the matter. She just knew humans had treated dragons badly and now it was their turn, or something of the like.
"Very well Yolotli. Let's get started, shall we? Before I begin to discuss everything I'll need you to be doing, I want to bring you over to my friend Necalli's and show you to him."
She didn't want to admit it, but she hardly knew anything about 'people' and her friend was the one she could rely on since he did. Perhaps he could tell her if this was a good 'breed' and whether or not it was going to die at an early age due to disease or something. That wasn't uncommon.
YOU:Golden eyes viewed the human before him critically, mainly pleased with what he had been given. Although he was older then the usual age that usually procured a first slave, he had decided to wait (lest Avalon whine about it being unfair or simply make comments that would annoy him). Because of this, his slave was also older, one with a bit of experience behind him. Age was good as well because he doubted a child would have pleased him being as small as they were, and not as pretty either (and he happily noted that his pet was pretty enough for his liking).
"Have you been named yet?" Necalli questioned. A simple shake of the head answered his question, that no, the male didn't have a name yet (or was giving the dragon a chance to decide one for him).
"Are you an only child..?"
"I was second born." He answered simply, feeling slightly unsettled with the looks he was being given. Hadn't the dragon looked him over enough times already for him to have memorized what he looked like by now, or was he trying to find something wrong with him, a reason to send him back.
"Second...? Najja then, is what you'll be called." Necalli decided, nodding slightly to himself.
"If that is what you wish." 'Najja' replied, eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't want to be named, but he had been told that it was looked upon a bit better if you gave the dragon a chance to name you themselves. So he had been told at any rate.
