James was already awake in the slave quarters, yawning as he prepared for the typical day. He was one of the newer slaves for mistress Felicia, and he was shocked when he was put on inside duty. Most put him outside labor due to his well worked and strong body, but he wouldn't complain. This was several times better then having to work on a farm. He pulled on the traditional slave clothes, plain and simple but nicer then most clothes he has had to wear before hand. The mistress was of importance, and so she probably didn't want the indoor slaves to look like complete snobs. He walked out of the slave quarters, almost immediately shoved the supplies to clean the floors of the house.

The voice that came he recognized instantly. Anthony. Him and his little gang of followers. Even among slaves there was a higharchy. While Anthony was the highest, James was the lowest. James scowled at them, disliking them greatly. Thinking they were above everyone else. James said," I'll clean the floors later. I have other buisness to attend to you nitwit." He shoved the supplies back into Anthony's arms and stalked based the fuming boy. Though, Anthony was around his age, he still did act like a boy. "Blubbering idiot." It was just then that one of the little cooks nearly ran right into James.

"Oh sorry James. Can you please run Mistress Felicia her morning tea? Just put it in her tea ro, she should be there any minute. We are terribly busy at the moment." James offered a small smile to the young women, and took the plater from her and walked to the tea room that was just next to her room. Pushing open the door he sat down the tray on a table, looking around the room rather quickly. If only I could live like these. But then I wouldn't have slaves. Oh well.

Felicia woke up as per usual that day, about when the sun fully appeared on the horizon. Not sunrise, but an hour or so afterwards. She sat for a while, sitting under the comforters of the large bed and staring out the window for quite some time. With a delicate yawn, she reached over and rang the small bell on her nightstand, swinging her feet to the side of her bed to finally rise. Immediately, two of her personal slaves entered, curtsying quickly to her before preparing her for the day. First, of course, the typical underclothes and whatnot before the actual dress, casual, since there would be no visitors today, only perhaps her tutor. This was only the beginning of the long process of the beginning of the day. Make-up, as well as hair was done as quickly as possible, but without any mistakes, least they be punished.

Felicia couldn't help but cringe. Punish was such a disgusting word, she didn't really like the sound of it. Or the action either. Perhaps punishment may be necessary, but it didn't make it all the much easier. She let out a small sigh, but luckily she hadn't been forced to do anything like that yet. Father usually took care of such things. "You're done, m'lady," a light voice called not too soon afterwords, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Deloris, Lyra." She nodded her thanks to the two as she stood, and soon excused them. Ah, it's time for tea, isn't it? she remembered as she entered the room adjacent to her own. Hopefully it would still be warm, cold tea was dreadfully terrible. Felicia pushed open the door, and paused when she entered. Oh, that was right, they had just bought a new slave! Silly of her not to remember. "Hello there," she greeted softly, hoping not to suddenly startle him as she moved into the room, "James, correct? Thank you for bringing my tea this morning. What is it today? Green?"

James startled as Felicia entered the room. He had hoped to leave the room before she arrived, but allas it didn't happen. He kept his eyes politely on the floor, not wishing to offend her. He spoke softly," yes mistress. And I'm not sure mistress. One of the little cooks asked me to bring it up. She did not specify the tea type." His right hand held his left wrist in front of him. He didn't look up unless told to, not wanting to mean any disrespect. He remained perfectly still, waiting for another question or to be dismissed.

Felicia nodded as he spoke and stepped closer to take her tea from the tray. She sipped at it lightly first, tasting it before setting the cup back down. Chai. Not her favorite, but it wasn't terrible either. "Ah, well, thank you for bringing it up to me anyhow. Please send them my regards." she replied with a small wave. She sat in the nearest chair, smoothing out her skirts delicately before reaching for the tea once again. "Actually," she spoke suddenly, "Before I dismiss you, have a seat. I'd like to have some company, if they don't need you right away. Help yourself to a biscuit, I'd just like to talk for a while, perhaps. It gets a tad, er, boring talking to the same people after a while. So, in the end, it's refreshing to see a new face."

James nodded, and was just about to walk out of the room when she called him back. His face twitched then turned back and slowly took a seat. He then slowly took a bisquit, slowly eating it. He wasn't one to spend time with the upper folks. He said quietly," yes, of chourse that would make sense like seeing a new face." He nodded, trying to hide his uncomfort. He waited for her to speak, gazing at the floor again.

"Sorry if that makes me seem a little weird," Felicia apologized with a slight smile, noticing his rush to leave the room, "But, please understand, there's not much else for me to do around here but talk and study." She took another small taste of tea before setting the tea cup and saucer off a little to the side. It made a soft sound as it lightly hit the metal of the tray, making a sort of ring. "You may look up, if you wish, and tell me about yourself. I'm quite interested in the new face around the house, if you can't tell. I like to know the people around here a little bit if I'm to spend time on the same property as them."