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Slaves by Combat (DragonSong) One Year before current date

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"Yes I don't wanna share, you would be so jealous." Meeta teased. In the back of her mind, Meeta knew soon they will be separated and likely not seen each other again. She kept a brave face while adding.

"Uh Lani though our initial encounter wasn't pleasant, but I am glad to have met you nonelthess. I learn some things and its been a privillage to have been in your company these past few days. Never thought I never thought I would find...you know a friend in this matter."

Meeta wanted to say sister but friend seem more accurate for now.

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Lani's expression softened and she stood slowly. "C'mere," she said with a small smile, crossing to the other girl and taking her hand to pull her to her feet. "I wanna teach you something. May help you connect with your plains heritage a bit."

She reached out to grip Meeta's right forearm and made her left hand into a fist, pressing it over her heart. Speaking in Essyrni because she knew the younger girl wouldn't understand otherwise, she said, "Four Winds guide you and Horse Lords protect you where you ride, until we meet again."

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Meeta had to force herself from tearing up. Despite never have been part of her mother's past culture for some reason she felt a real connection to the words Lani had blessed her with. As soon as Lani finished, Meeta said.

"Thank you."

Without warning, she gave Lani, a big hug that one would give to family. Once they're were done, they ate their last breakfast before getting ready. Before lunch Dakur came with some other servants and provided the two girls some new clothes, this time attire that sadly fit to their status. Coming out into the hallway, Meeta watched Lani being escorted away by Dakur, no doubt on their way to the nomad's current master.

Meeta let her fellow slave and friend see her make the same sign of blessing she made earlier, with her left fist closed into a fist and pressed to the heart.

Until we meet again. Meeta sliently thought with a heart of bittersweet emotions. She prayed their reunion would be on better terms.


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