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Born into slavery and raised to the part of an entertainment pet, intended to serve the aristocracy and nobility, this petite thing had a silvery voice pleasant to any ear, the lithe, athletic build of a tumbler, nimble fingers trained to sleight-of-hand, and a meager knowledge of simple magics. Well-mannered and demure, Iska is more likely to kneel with hands clasped in lap waiting upon a Master's pleasure than doing anything by independant volition. Propriety was very important to this little one, who had a tremendous share of dignity, most often unexpected in one meant to serve another unfailingly all their days.
The tiny, slender frame, that sweet and attentive oval face, the bobbed silvery-grey hair, all seemed to defy classification into either male or female. Even that voice had a sweet genderless quality to it. Indeed there was nothing about this child-like slave that could define one way or the other.
Finally, Iska has found a home and a Master suited to the training this little one had received; King Torlan Aki'rae of Vanyanin Aran'dor. The collar he had made was worn and displayed with great pride. |
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