Prem's History.

Mimi pushes the young man forward. Her delicate hands on his back as she gets him to stand front and center. "There! You have to tell everyone your story. It doesn't have to be detailed or anything. Just let the people know about you." Kneeling on the floor at his feet she smiles up at him when he pats her head. Sighing heavily he nods. "As you wish little mistress"

Standing proudly in his simple homespun kurta and trousers. His hair, a tousled messy blond covers half of his face. Placing his hands together in prayer form, he bows to the people here to listen to him. "My name is Premarupa, It means 'the form of love'. Please call me Prem. It also means Love. Oddly enough, I was only loved by one. But I digress. Let me begin at the beginning." 

Sitting down next to Mimi, he is surprised to find some cushions brought out by Risha. The two girls curl up to him like kittens. He smiles gently, petting them. "I was born in India. My mother was a foreign traveler in that land. No one knew where she was from, or why she was traveling the back woods and small villages while so pregnant.  The little village where I was born had a very old and very wise midwife. She was the one to raise me after I was born. You see, my mother got terribly sick after I was born. Sadly, a common and curable infection that did her in because she was to far from the technology she needed." Taking a deep breath, he is startled when Risha places a glass of water in his hands. "Thank you sweet mistress." Risha giggles at him.

He smiles in her direction. Taking a drink he sighs for a moment. "The ever so kind Midwife raised me. She told me I was special. Yes, I was born blind and no one in the village would take me in with this horrible deformity. But she, she was the one to show me love. She told me I was born with a caul. Not that I know what that is exactly. Just that it made me special and that I would have gifts as I grew up. I never understood what she meant. But then again. I never cared either. She was kind and loving. My greatest heartache was when she died. I was ten years old I believe." Taking another sip of water, he smiles as the girls curl up closer to him, lending their support.

"The villagers did not want to take care of me. I was nothing more than a useless mouth to feed. The elders decided to get rid of me in the most profitable way. They sold me into Slavery. They told me I was going to a nice home where I could work. That was true enough." He tilts his head as he hears Dar pad in to lay curled up around Mimi, bringing with him a tray of fruit bits to eat and moisten the parched throat. Taking a grape with a nod of thanks, Prem smiles. "Here I feel at home again. These people here have taken me in and they have shown me such kindness." He smiles as Mimi prods him.

"Get back to your story! We all wanna hear it." She smiles at him, letting his fingers dance lightly on her flesh.

"As you wish little mistress." Sighing, he takes a moment to nab another fruit, waiting patiently as the quiet young were joins them, sitting down with Risha. "So kind of you to join us Mistress Francine." He offers her the plate, smiling as she chooses a strawberry. "Now where was I?"

"You were talking about the household you were sold to." Risha's sweet voice trailed through the air.

"Ahh yes. The household I was sold too was one that was quite wealthy. I was purchased to aid the kitchen. A blind boy in a kitchen." He sighs for a moment. "I was set to work in the beginning to cleaning up the kitchen. I quickly became familiar with everything in the kitchen and wanted to do more work. I quickly felt that if I made myself more useful, I would be treated better. I found this to be true. It started simple. Kneading bread, mixing ingredients for curries and such."

Placing his hands before him, he runs his fingers over each other. Scars covered both hands. The right was mostly burns. Fingertips, his palm. Smooth and shiny scars cover both hands. His left not only had burn scars but also cuts and even a few fingertips gone. His pinky was missing from the second knuckle down. "I quickly tried to learn more as I grew up. Once I was big enough, Cook started to teach me more. I was quite clumsy at first but quickly learned to depend more on my senses. To hear the subtle difference between boiling water and simmering. to feel how fresh produce was. To smell the meat and to easily tell not only different beasts but also different cuts."

Pausing a moment, he takes another drink from his glass. "I made myself indispensable. As Cook became more and more enfeebled, I took over the work for him. I learned well. My dishes became favorites of the household. I was quite happy there."  He froze for a moment as Mimi rested her head in his lap.

"I was allowed to sleep on the floor near the ovens and was kept warm. I knew the rest of the household avoided me except when it came to the food I made for them. I understood why. I knew that they didn't want me to come near them. I realized that it was almost as if they felt that I was contagious." He sighs again, heavily. "They kept me ignorant of many things. Since the woman who raised me felt that I should be older before she educated me about certain things, and the household felt I didn't need to know, I was left in the dark."

Dar crawls up behind him, pulling the smaller man into his lap and holding him. Prem snuggles down into his arms, brushing away the hair  that covers his eyes. They shine a bright blue, but with no pupils. Dar holds him while he thinks over his past for a bit.

"I was an idiot. A naive fool. Innocent and moronic. Still am in many ways. After Cook finally lost the will to live and passed away, I was the lead in the kitchen. My life became better and harder. I was enjoying what I had for a life. Sadly, it didn't last. My Masters were not fully happy with me. They decided that what they wanted was a professionally trained chef from Europe. One they would hire to work for them. I was now made useless. That is when they decided to sell me."

Surrounded by the others, he smiles sadly. Turning his face towards them all and nods, trying to acknowledge all.  "Mistress here, the one that people call Knitting, felt that I was worthy of being here for her. I am glad she had found me before I was sold for parts on the black market or for a brothel. Now I live here, with these wonderful beings. I may be a mere human compared to their unique selves, but they have accepted me graciously and with open hearts and open arms."

Mimi giggles and gives him a kiss on the cheek, startling him. One after the other they each kissed him, Dar last, giving instead of a kiss on the cheek, but rather a gentle kiss on his lips. His face turns beet red and he smiles big at them. "I thank you all for listening to my tale and I hope if you have any questions for me I do wish to answer them."