She was far from good, but she knew when to stay silent, kneeling before that elven lord she hated so much, head bent to let green dredlocks fall forward over bronzed shoulders, one could see the flick of gold at her ear, a simple hoop with her number engraved upon it.  The old, rust colored shirt she wore didn't cover her shoulders very well, the neck of it having been ripped a bit from such hard work on her part.  Her violet gaze wandered as her master talked, she was never too keen on listening to the elf rant, gently shifting her leg to keep it from going numb beneath her, those tan workmen's pants had holes in the knees and in the seat of them, she patched up what she could before she collapsed at night, but that wasn't always much.  A soft sound of bells as that golden anklet clinked against itself, golden bells chiming softly in the quiet chamber, her silver ankle cuff grating gently upon the ground, that had her slave number in it as well.  She wasn't paying attention, so she didn't know what to do when her master through a bag in front of her, placed a platinum collar around her neck, one that was filled with magic, she could feel it thrumming through her veins, and then he just stared at her.  Her soft, whimsical voice rang out in the chamber.  "Could you repeat what you wish me to do?  So I might hear your blessed voice once more?" She hated how natural the words were to her.  Though she understood when he just smiled, and murmured that command in elven.  She was to find him new land and a new her when she returned.

"Go to hell ya slaver filth, I'm not callin another man master."

Ghianna is an unruly young slave, having only what her master gave her, now she's looking for a way to get out of her collar and get the cuff from her ankle and ear, she also wishes to find the reason why her mother was stolen from her, but she'll find that later, for now she must find her freedom.  Ghianna's an enigma to her elven masters, her mother was such a good slave, but Ghianna, well, she's forced to work the fields because she's too strong, physically and mentally, and the women didn't wish to deal with her, so she grew up with men, wearing men's clothes.  The things her master stuck her with, are far from men's clothes.  It seems he wishes her to learn something besides men's work while she's away.  Her master is the Lord Evenatreh, he only tolerates Ghianna's rebellious nature because of her beauty, and how much she'll be worth once she's trained.  Ghianna sticks to the old ways, believing that depending on the earth is all one truly needs, she doesn't trust any type of machinery, and elven magic swims through her veins, even though she's only human.  She is actually afraid of any other type of magic aside from earth magic, finding it hurts her too tender senses.  Her violet gaze is almost always calm and questioning, and she likes to make people feel uncomfortable around her.  She doesn't seem aware of what striking beauty is under all that dirt, but everyone around her seems to notice, under those large clothes is a body a dancer would die for.  She dyed her hair green to represent the earth.  She's recently gained a new master, even though she still has the collar from her old master, and she hates it with a passion, hates the man to enslave her with a passion, and she hasn't asked his name, nor does she care.  She'l live though, she always has lived, being the wonderful person she is.

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