"Oh blast it to the far reaches!"
"Now Nia, I have taught you better, don't loose your temper, let the ladies grace meat your anger and .... serenity."
Countess Lamorei barked sharply at the outburst, a small smile showed, not that Nia noticed as she crammed a never ending wardrobe of cloths into more luggage.
"Yes Countess." Nia remembered the mantra, her posture straightened naturally as she relaxed.
"Niamota Olii, is that necessary?"
Well her training was on form, no sign of her dismay came through.
"Yes Mother, but tell me again, why we are packing so light, including only twenty slaves?"
"Because its quicker deary, and I will be very glad to get out of this theatre of conflict. Don't you want to be back at the palace for the spring showers?"
"Good, now go and ensure all the letters are sent."