She runs back to the room and falls upon her knees, admiring the beauty of this room. It must have been made for a very special kajira. Silks of every color for dancing, a kennel the size of a ship itself. Her eyes a question mark.
The girl walks around what seems like hundreds of feet of space, soft hands clutching the fine silks, caressing her cheeks with them, and seeing warm oils, perfumes, lace on a table. Then walks inside the kennel, not needing to crawl, stands up inside. Lays upon the furs feeling their warmth, and curls up into a tiny ball, stretches, flexing her legs and arms out wide.
She notices the name inscribed above the kennel and shrieks as she hurries from the room, a twist of a curved hip shutting the door tightly behind her. Glances up a pole erect in the middle of the floor. Curious, crawls over, grasping with tiny fingers, wraps her slave flesh tightly around the pole and screams as she plummets to the floor below, hitting it hard and sprawled out before the Mistress and the Capt.
Did You know there is a kennel up there the size of a field? The slave excitedly rambles. It overlooks the sea Capt, the mountains Mistress. This girl saw a tarn's nest and one actually enter flight!
The girl points the gold sign. Looks to the letters, first girl of Land Ho!