50th Ymiden, 716
It had been a few trials since she had met a man called Malcolm in the park. He had spoken to her about the university and what it did and she had felt, momentarily, that she wanted to be able to attend the place, to take some lessons. Jamal had not been happy about that and they had discussed it at some length. He had made sure that she then spent some trials remembering her place in the world and her servitude to him and to Famula. But now, Jamal had told her that it was time for her to actually go to the university and to speak to people there. To find out about them and what they had done and to remind herself of what she was not and never would be entitled to or worthy of.
So, on this trial she made her way to the university. She was wearing the old and worn black trousers that she had worn for a number of trials, since Jamal had let her out into the city, and the strapless blac top which was in an equal state of disrepair. Her long black hair was tied back so that both of her slave brands were clearly showing. The brand on her shoulder was old, pale and stretched as she had grown from when she received it as an infant. The brand on her neck, however, was a lot newer, freshly healed over but still very noticeable. She had been given specific instructions on what she was to do, so she looked around to see if she could catch sight of anyone who might speak to her, who seemed to be willing to maybe spend some time talking.
As she looked, her gaze landed on a man who seemed to fit the bill she had been given, and so she approached him and spoke. Her voice was quiet and hushed, as though she were speaking in a library, perhaps. "Good trial. I am Faith. Are you taking a class here?" she asked, meekly.