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Aylwen Dreamsong · 04-02-2003, 04:21 PM

Haven carried the twins, one in either arm, to the great hall. She walked behind the twins' mother, who carried her newborn to the ceremony. Haven felt strange to have entered in such a way, for she would always be identified as the slave that worked for Kara. Easterlings sneered at her as she walked behind Kara, and any slaves in the vacinity glared at her.

"Hay, how long will this last? I'm tired!" Haven shook her head at Jamilah's question. The children really should've been left home, but Haven, as well as Kara, had to be at the selection ceremony, so there was no choice but to take the children as well.

Haven followed Kara as they climed the stone steps that led from the lower levels of the Great Hall to the central overlook. Looking up, Haven saw the several thousand fellow slaves above her, and it blew her away to actually see them amassed altogether.

Jamilah fell asleep, laying her big head on Haven's shoulders, while Jovanna tugged at one of Haven's blue and yellow hair wrappings. When Kara finally took her semi-honored seat nearer to the front, Haven was bade by an overseer to sit in the isle, whether she was the children's caretaker or not.

Jo, who was quite upset by this, growled at the man as he walked away, as though she was a wild beast. Haven scolded the girl, and prayed that the overseer hadn't seen it. Sitting in the isle wasn't any fun, but it certainly was better than nothing.

As Haven waited for the ceremony to start, she noticed the Great Hall get louder and louder by the minute. Jami woke up and tried hard not to complain about the noise, and Jo covered her ears. Haven's eyes were kept on Lord Ekatran as he walked to stand in the center podium of the Great Hall.

Oh, here he comes now. We should all bow down and praise him for his brilliance and flawlessness. How we all love the Great Ekatran! Haven thought, sarcastically and bitterly.

Haven looked to her arm. It had been a long time since she had needed her number, save for this night every year. All Haven was to the Easterlings was number 19299.

[ April 06, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

04-02-2003, 04:21 PM	#17
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,156	Haven carried the twins, one in either arm, to the great hall. She walked behind the twins' mother, who carried her newborn to the ceremony. Haven felt strange to have entered in such a way, for she would always be identified as the slave that worked for Kara. Easterlings sneered at her as she walked behind Kara, and any slaves in the vacinity glared at her. "Hay, how long will this last? I'm tired!" Haven shook her head at Jamilah's question. The children really should've been left home, but Haven, as well as Kara, had to be at the selection ceremony, so there was no choice but to take the children as well. Haven followed Kara as they climed the stone steps that led from the lower levels of the Great Hall to the central overlook. Looking up, Haven saw the several thousand fellow slaves above her, and it blew her away to actually see them amassed altogether. Jamilah fell asleep, laying her big head on Haven's shoulders, while Jovanna tugged at one of Haven's blue and yellow hair wrappings. When Kara finally took her semi-honored seat nearer to the front, Haven was bade by an overseer to sit in the isle, whether she was the children's caretaker or not. Jo, who was quite upset by this, growled at the man as he walked away, as though she was a wild beast. Haven scolded the girl, and prayed that the overseer hadn't seen it. Sitting in the isle wasn't any fun, but it certainly was better than nothing. As Haven waited for the ceremony to start, she noticed the Great Hall get louder and louder by the minute. Jami woke up and tried hard not to complain about the noise, and Jo covered her ears. Haven's eyes were kept on Lord Ekatran as he walked to stand in the center podium of the Great Hall. Oh, here he comes now. We should all bow down and praise him for his brilliance and flawlessness. How we all love the Great Ekatran! Haven thought, sarcastically and bitterly. Haven looked to her arm. It had been a long time since she had needed her number, save for this night every year. All Haven was to the Easterlings was number 19299. [ April 06, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.