Sovan's Abandoned Temple Home

[Nowakia]

Sovan's hearing was acute, a compensation for his loss of sight, so he knew he would hear when anyone arrived. He was a little edgy, he'd been alone so long now and though he desired a companion to make life a little easier and less lonely he was none the less a little apprehensive. His lack of sight put him at a distinct disadvantage should whomever arrive be hostile. He had been a little vague in his request to the slavers - he'd just specified a young male with the ability to help with ordinary everyday chores. So he didn't know what to expect. He kept an ear open as he saw to his usual routine.

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[Nowakia]

CLCyrus

Sovan was putting eggs on to boil when he heard the sound of an engine. It sounded so much louder than it really was, it was such an alien sound for this place, no vehicles ever came this far into the rocky landscape. He dried his hands and went to the door, silently counting the steps to himself. He opened the door and stared blankly ahead. "My companion?" he queried in his soft well spoken voice.

 

[Nowakia]

CLCyrus

Sovan could tell a number of things at once. He could judge the speaker's height as well as his distance from him. He could tell he was young, a teenager most likely. He could also of course sense his timidity - he was nervous. That was a good indication to his safety, the boy certainly didn't sound aggressive. Sovan gave a soft smile. "Yuri? My name is Sovan. Come on in. I expect you would like food and drink after your journey." He turned to make his way back to the kitchen, once more counting the steps as always. He had the whole place carefully mapped out in his mind and rarely made a mistake.

 

[Nowakia]

CLCyrus

Sovan heard the soft footfalls that told him Yuri was following him to the kitchen. "Please don't call me Master. Sovan is just fine" he told him as he turned off the boiling pan with the eggs in it and set it aside to cool. Then he went to the old fashioned larder and took out bread and cheese and ham. He set it on the table. When he went to pour out a glass of milk for the boy as well though he missed the glass and spilled milk on the table. He swore under his breath. "I'm sorry. Please pour the milk yourself and clean the spill for me." He sat down at the table and rested his head on his folded arms with a sigh.

 

[Nowakia]

CLCyrus

Sovan raised his head and proffered a soft smile toward the boy. He nodded. "I am fine, thank you, Yuri. I am just tired, that is all. That is probably why I spilled the milk. I usually would not make such a mistake" he replied. "You must have noticed my blindness. I mostly manage very well but sometimes there will be accidents...it is why I have invited you here as my companion." He was loathe to use the words 'bought' and 'slave'. He had once owned half a dozen slaves and they'd not been treated well; now, a decade on, he no longer believed in the slave trade at all. This, offering a good home and kindness to one slave, was in part atonement. "Sit and eat your fill and we shall talk, I would be pleased to know more about you than just your name."

 

[Nowakia]

CLCyrus

Sovan leaned back in his chair and raked a hand through his long dark hair. "I would like to know how old you are" he replied. "And the colour of your hair and eyes and what complexion you have. If you are scarred at all, I know many slaves are. I just what to build up a picture of you in my mind, that's all." He paused and thought for a moment before adding, "I hope the food is fresh. I think it is. Sometimes I am not aware if food has staled until I try to eat it. The bread I know I baked only yesterday but the cheese and ham I'm not certain. There are hard boiled eggs on the counter if you would like a couple. Can you make tea? I should like a cup if you can."

 

[Nowakia]

CLCyrus

Sovan listened as Yuri spoke, answering his questions. He built up a mental image of the boy in his mind. Of course it was most likely no real likeness at all but it was good to have a face to go with the voice even if it was imaginary. Dark hair, blue eyes, pale skin, scarred back... a werewolf? He raised a brow. "Are you human, Yuri?" He wasn't sure what had raised the doubt in his mind but he somehow thought the boy wasn't.