93 Ashan, 706
Ari'sora woke with a jolt as a harsh voice called her name in annoyance. Her mother didn't like her in the best of times, and if she was using that tone, then this was far from the "best of times." Knowing that the harsh words would be accompanied by a sharp blow if she didn't move quickly enough, Ari'sora hastily got dressed before scrambling into the kitchen. Her sister, Mi'zuri was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Yes, mother?" Ari'sora asked carefully in heavily accented Xanthea.
It was one of the few phrases she knew how to say in her mother's native tongue. But her mother was very proud of her Sev'ryn heritage; so much so that hearing the language that was written and spoken mostly in Desnind was sometimes enough to stave off the worst of her mood if she was merely annoyed at something rather than truly angry. Her efforts seemed to pay off since her mother's hard expression softened slightly into a more neutral one.
"We have work to do this trial. Our master wants you to learn to be more useful around the house, so he ordered me to teach you how to make dyes since I was going to be doing it anyway."
Our master...Ren'zar. Her master, and my guardian, but for all the difference it makes, he might as well be my master, too. Ari'sora grumbled to herself.
Ari'sora's stomach rumbled in protest against starting the trial without getting something to eat first, but she knew better than to say anything. Drawing attention to how hungry she was would only earn the the punishment of no meals for a few arcs. She was allowed to eat when she had earned it, and not before. If she was lucky, helping her mother make the dyes would be worth a small meal when they were done. Mi'zuri gave her a sympathetic look as she began dishing up the food she had just cooked, but she didn't say anything in Ari'sora's defense. Both girls knew that anything Mi'zuri might say would only make matters worse.
"Speech"
Ari'sora woke with a jolt as a harsh voice called her name in annoyance. Her mother didn't like her in the best of times, and if she was using that tone, then this was far from the "best of times." Knowing that the harsh words would be accompanied by a sharp blow if she didn't move quickly enough, Ari'sora hastily got dressed before scrambling into the kitchen. Her sister, Mi'zuri was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Yes, mother?" Ari'sora asked carefully in heavily accented Xanthea.
It was one of the few phrases she knew how to say in her mother's native tongue. But her mother was very proud of her Sev'ryn heritage; so much so that hearing the language that was written and spoken mostly in Desnind was sometimes enough to stave off the worst of her mood if she was merely annoyed at something rather than truly angry. Her efforts seemed to pay off since her mother's hard expression softened slightly into a more neutral one.
"We have work to do this trial. Our master wants you to learn to be more useful around the house, so he ordered me to teach you how to make dyes since I was going to be doing it anyway."
Our master...Ren'zar. Her master, and my guardian, but for all the difference it makes, he might as well be my master, too. Ari'sora grumbled to herself.
Ari'sora's stomach rumbled in protest against starting the trial without getting something to eat first, but she knew better than to say anything. Drawing attention to how hungry she was would only earn the the punishment of no meals for a few arcs. She was allowed to eat when she had earned it, and not before. If she was lucky, helping her mother make the dyes would be worth a small meal when they were done. Mi'zuri gave her a sympathetic look as she began dishing up the food she had just cooked, but she didn't say anything in Ari'sora's defense. Both girls knew that anything Mi'zuri might say would only make matters worse.
"Speech"


