OOC: Tags to rhi!
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As the caravan rolled westward, towards the Niafi river delta, Red Sun felt ill at ease. So much had been happening throughout Essyrn, and to herself, she knew not what to make of it all. Not only did the idea her master had with choosing to mate her over keeping her a warrior had been dropped, but after the unfortunate hanging of two slave masters, he took it upon himself to buy up the female warrior slave who had been discarded and sold off for the unfortunate atrocity.
It was strange, but Karime believed buying another powerful fighter for the Arena, even a tainted one, would bring him more power, more fame. It seemed to work, for his entourage was ever growing, and Red Sun, being a slave of his for so long, had long since lost count towards the extra men and women that now followed him about. It was even said Karime was to take on another wife, a thought that crept through the red haired woman's mind as the wagon wheels beneath them crunched across the rocky and sandy trail.
Essyrn, even outside of the city, smelled of heat, and the travel would be long spent in the sweltering sun. Thank the Gods most of the trail was woven throughout the major cities along the Niafi river boarder, so there was plenty of trees and water to keep both the caravan men and animals sated. But things had been happening so fast, and she, not knowing what to make of Yasmin, her master's new addition, found her aqua colored eyes turning towards the female warrior and studying her in silence. Red Sun was not a woman of many words by any means, and despite both of the warriors being fighters int he ring, Yasmin was not a warrior she had ever fought. It had been considered, but it was always disputed which of their masters pulled out at the last second before the fight had ever happened.
But it was a curious thing to take in, for the seed of doubt planted by Cassius from these weeks past, and now what both Yasmin and the slave-fighter Agrian had done, brought up even more unspoken questions stirring about inside Red Sun's head. Though not a fan of her own life as a slave, she knew better than to question it-
But questioned it now she did. For if looks spoke volumes, the gaze upon Yasmin said much, as it grew tenser and tenser as they were nearing the river's delta, their final destination for the event at hand. The crocodile hunt, a sport that was not uncommon, but was now being made into some sort of a fanfare in the honor of the Shah, and from what she gauged from Karime's ramblings, was trying to save her face after making a mockery of the merchant lords by the recent execution, was the farthest thign from her mind. Fighting crocodiles was one thing- but now to do it with a slave who outwardly stood against his master? What trust could she have in the woman? Thankfully, the pair were in separate cages as the caravan continued to roll through the city and beneath the thick shade of palms.