(beastfolk do not speak to him. beastfolk avoid his gaze, look down at the ground, nod, shake their head, or greet him, unanswered, with "my lord." the chimer people's slaves are little more than animals for they look the part, and to voryn dagoth, conditioned by his culture into keeping many of his own without thought or care, hayame's interjection is offensive. the strong revulsion for having been addressed by one without a respectful title forces his whole body to twist out of its restful lean.
but voryn considers himself smart. he is no longer home and recognizes that they are no longer his property. they walk in the streets as men and mer do; his belief is that their flagrant show of themselves should be kept behind closed doors. hayame is not waitstaff and he excuses himself for his own wicked error: an overlarge body more appropriately suited to building and farming would fit nowhere in this forum. so, she is not addressed or threatened—especially not without access to his magic in case of some barbaric attack on his person.
it's a pitiful compromise.
hayame and her meal are both assessed coldly.) No, you don't, (he answers. in what by itself would be an honest answer lies an intentional barb at her intelligence, cruel.
voryn expects her to leave now that they've completed their obligations to one another, lapsing into a brief silence that should allow her enough time to do so.)
CW: SLAVE OWNERSHIP... I AM SO SORRY HE'S LIKE THIS...
but voryn considers himself smart. he is no longer home and recognizes that they are no longer his property. they walk in the streets as men and mer do; his belief is that their flagrant show of themselves should be kept behind closed doors. hayame is not waitstaff and he excuses himself for his own wicked error: an overlarge body more appropriately suited to building and farming would fit nowhere in this forum. so, she is not addressed or threatened—especially not without access to his magic in case of some barbaric attack on his person.
it's a pitiful compromise.
hayame and her meal are both assessed coldly.) No, you don't, (he answers. in what by itself would be an honest answer lies an intentional barb at her intelligence, cruel.
voryn expects her to leave now that they've completed their obligations to one another, lapsing into a brief silence that should allow her enough time to do so.)
I believe we've said all there is to be said.