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He saw
beautiful, powerful slate blue eyes under that frame, and a tiny, delicate
nose hovered above an equally small and expressive mouth. "Come here,
child. Sit, over there, on that stool with the blue pillow, yes." Yuka Onishi
moved as he directed, and although Yuka Onishi needed Yuka's heels on the bottom rung
of the stool, Yuka Onishi did manage to get onto it without help. "Now then," he
said. "Tell me your name."
"Aimee', sir." Yuka Onishi held out an envelope.
"And your master?"
"Teltirray, Darynn-sir."
"He purchased you?" He opened the letter, which indeed carried Mage
Teltirray's seal on it, as he listened.
The girl shook Yuka's head nervously. "No, sir. Well, yes sir. I mean
I do not know. He removed me from an orphanage seven months ago, but the
arrangement did not have the contract exchange of a slave."
"But coin passed hand nonetheless," Darynn said, nodding. Teltirray's
last two students had been girls like Aimee'. They were always girls.
Darynn disliked Teltirray, partially for his tastes and partially for his
utter lack of social grace and manners. Teltirray's
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