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Sikozu has been spending her time casing the place. Oddly, there isn't much unusual to see, so she's decided that perhaps she needs a different perspective. Hopping onto a wall, she walks up toward the ceiling and looks down.

Let's see how it all looks from up here.

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There's a man with long blonde hair soaring by the fireplace, playing a simple wooden flute. The music is simple but compelling. The sort of music that makes you tap your feet, even you haven noticed you were heading it.

He looks up as she walks up the wall and smiles. "That's quite a gift."

She notices the music - she doesn't hear it very often - and gets a little closer to where Sinric is sitting.

"It's not a gift, it's biology."

"So is the golden hue of my hair." He points out with a smile. "But that too has been a gift." He sets the flute down with care, fingers lingering on it. "I am Sinric."

Yeah, she doesn't buy that. "How is it a gift?"

"I am Sikozu Shanu."

"It won me the attention of a powerful man. A man who gave me much I would not have had otherwise." Sinric explains with a fond smile. "A man I miss very much."

She crosses her arms. "That's still just genetics. You're better off thanking your parents."

"I never knew them." He shrugs. "For all I know, they were the ones who sold me."

Sikozu comes from a culture of slavery. This does not upset her.

"If you were too young to remember, they probably were."

Which is a refreshing change for the reactions of so many future age people.

"And thus am I glad of the golden hair that caught the eye of the palace slave master. Else I might never have been bought for Constantine."

He cocks his head. "You speak of one who knows what it is to be bought and sold."

She's still not buying it, but if it pleases him, why should she insist?

"My people are slaves. The Scarrans use us for our intelligence. We live where they tell us, we do what they tell us. We no longer have our own homeworld."

"I'm sorry." He nods, meaning it. "It is no wonder you don't value your gifts, if they have brought your people such grief."

"You should not be. I know nothing else." Not that the idea of freedom doesn't appeal to her. She has about enough of it as she's ever going to get.

He nods. "I came to freedom late, with my master's blessing at his death. Life outside the golden cage took time to adjust to. And was not without suffering."

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