With that comment Oron advanced on the mayor's daughter. Tyran pulled the trigger putting the bullet firmly into the knave's shoulder joint."You would do well to remember in whose house you are in. Rose please get this boy a napkin, his blood is getting on the good rug. On his way out of course and the gifts, will be sent back." Oron's face that had been beet red moments before went pale white. Tyran sighed. "Come boy no one is that stupid. When a woman says something like that you know its over." Rose took the opportunity to dig the cloth napkin deep into Oron's wound. Receiving a satisfactory pained grunt, then she helped him out of the dinning hall. "I bid you good day and long life." Tyran said quietly as the door closed behind them. Glancing towards the girl, he found himself again ensnared in the pair of velvety brown eyes. Cara blushed deeply before the little she'd been able to choke down landed on the mayor's good rug. Rheya immediately rushed to her aid. Myia quickly brought a chair while the other server's swiftly cleaned up the mess. Cara was horrified and tried to stand but Rheya put a strong hand on the woman's shoulder. Cara resisted shaking her head. "You don't understand. He owns me." Everyone in the room went still. "Farthing Treasure knows better then to cross that line." Tyran said with deathly calm.Cara paled."Mr. Treasure has been very ill, his wife has forbidden anyone except herself to go into his room." Tyran felt a chill run up his spine . Tyran Jr. came over with a plate of assorted fruits and cheeses. "Don't worry, papa will save you." Cara blushed as hard as the boy in front of her did, as she accepted the plate. Against his will Tyran Snr. found his heart warming in the way his song bird had once made it feel and he began to smile. As Rheya kept her hands on the young woman's shoulders a disturbing thought came to her. Why wasn't she more upset? Shouldn't she be? Yet all she could feel was relief. She shook herself and smiled at her father's besotted face. As it was she would be needed here to keep things running smoothly.
Keal bit into the sandwich as he hung from his climbing gear. Watching the cliff dove's eggs hatch, he sighed comfortably. Here he could use his curse without anyone's prying eyes. No one threatening to inform the nearest temple about his, he shivered, so called gifts. All he wanted was to be himself. Not some locked away high mucky-muck, that could not be bothered with the so called small people, unless it was a special occasion. At least the few he'd met had seemed that way. He smiled. He could still remember when the mayor had sat him down in the study and asked for his input on the whole jedi deal. He hadn't wanted to go to any temple, he didn't want to be a Jedi. The mayor had smiled broadly ruffling his hair as he handed him a sweet from the jar on his grand desk and told him to go play with Rheya in the garden. Even so the two of them could hear his mother and the mayor argue for two or three hours straight. "Don't worry my little bird watcher Tyran will win." Lady Amora , Rheya's deceased mother had said, and as always she was right. There had been only one rule, that he train his powers where no prying eyes would see. The books and vids on training came from the mayor's own study. As to just how they came to be there, the elder just shrugged his shoulders and smiled with a devious glint in his eyes. Then had given him a sloop, a few trusted droids and the use of the cliff rooms. Rooms that were only a few 100 feet away from him and his birds. He smiled, yes it was better this way. The possibility of having turned out like some unfeeling aristocrat, he snorted. It came out pained as he thought of his once friend,Oron. Suddenly a rock bounced towards one of the nests. Never failing the force came when called. The rock was pushed safely out of the way. A nasty echoing laugh following it.
"Oh come on baby. You be nice to us and we might even bid on you....if we like what we see." A guttural female growl followed the comment. "Stop playing with the merchandise,Caster. Just stun the bitch and let's head back to the ship, we're late as it is." Caster spat. "That bastard promised us full reign on the natives." The other sighed deeply. "Master Oron said not til the nuptials were solidified and her family taken care of." Keal paled at what he was hearing. He knew Oron had changed in the many years since their friendship had ended, but to do all this. Not only being involved in illegal slave trading but to go so far as to possibly kill Rheya's whole family. He started to rise up as his anger pulled in the force, only to stop as the slave to be jumped off of the cliff.
Keal gasped at the release of his anger before reaching down and easing the wild girl much more slowly into the water, allowing her to survive the jump. Then swung to the nearest of his rooms to wait out the slavers.