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Subject: Roxy

Author:
Raquel

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Date Posted: 21:44:03 12/21/04 Tue

The pristine young lady moved silently down the halls, her celestial face draped somberly in the shadows. With her she carried a basket of clothes, making it all the more difficult to blend into the darkness as any slave was expected to do. But she preferred to think of herself as a healer or herbalist. The knowledge of draughts and medicines like Nepenthe as well as the uses of various plants was not at all annulled from her mind. Unfortunately what she liked to call herself and what she was called were two completely separate things so with a soft, barely audible sigh, she persists to make her way toward the laundry rooms.
Once reaching an old, worn, wooden door she skillfully adjusts the weight of the clothes to free a hand which would enable her to open and move through the door. The door, however, was jammed; as it often was. No one cared to fix or keep up the servants quarters so not only was it a worn door but it had grown a thin layer of mold on parts of it. Quickly becoming frustrated she sets the basket down and places her hand against the spot that was worn to a glossy finish from all the hands that had struggled against it and pushes with force to open it. Finally the structure swung open and her hand was removed instantly from it. Her knees bend and gracefully she lifts the basket from the ground and continues into the room where she drops the clothes off to be washed by those assigned to that position.
After fighting with that wretched door again she reenters the servants corridors and continues about her daily schedule, intending to find the time to mix up new medicines somewhere in her day.

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