1)Sure. In modern times.Generally speaking nation states would not press formations into service for the rest of their lives, they also are not... inhuman manifestations of nature red in tooth and claw. Even if one wants to compare them to apprentices into the merchant marine those could leave at some point and would not be reft from all human contact. The particular standards of the people who had been handing off their kids to the fey for centuries would not even be on the radar of Molly Carpenter, born 1989.
Edit: Since they are taken into the Nevernever odds are they would be fed fey food which after a certain time would ensure they cannot ever go home, which is also a good fit for the legends of people lost in faerie.
In post-Augustine Rome the minimum term of enlistment for a legionary was 25 years, at a time when the average life expectancy was in the mid-30s(skewed low by high childhood mortality). Between distance and enlistment terms, many professional soldiers never expected to see home again.
To my understanding, the expectancy of returning home for an imperial soldier serving an empire with professional soldiers is a very recent thing historically.
2)The problem is that the Sidhe, the high Fae, arent inhuman manifestations of nature.
Too many are all too human.
It would be much easier to deal with them if we could just characterize them as inhuman monsters.
3)I dont think faerie food is an issue in this setting. Too many sidhe come and go from reality at will.
Dresden spent 6 months of rehab in Arctis Tor in the beginning of Cold Days.
Just breathing the air alone should be an issue, never mind the food.
Elaine Mallory apparently sought refuge with the Summer Court until she was in her mid-20s; not an issue leaving either.
And the people who the Fomor kidnap and raise as servitors dont appear to have much issue with thar either.
I think they just are either physically prevented from leaving.
Or potentially just convinced not to leave.
Assuming there are people who live long enough to retire.
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This you might find of interest:
Remember that it was Lea who ended up training, and mentoring Molly when Dresden was dead?Grave Peril c27 said:My head abruptly cleared. The narcotic throb of the vampire venom lessened a bit, and I found my thoughts running again, slowly, like a train gathering momentum.
"Witch," Michael hissed up at Lea. "If you hurt either of them again—"
"For shame, Sir Knight," Lea said, her voice dreamy. " 'Tis no fault of mine that Harry made the agreement he did, nor fault of mine that the girl loves him and would give anything for him. Nor was it my doing that the Sword fell ownerless to the ground before me and that I picked it up." She fixed Michael with that dazzling smile. "Should you wish to bargain to have it returned to you, you have only to ask."
"Myself, for the Sword," Michael said. "Done."
She let her head fall back and laughed. "Oh, oh my, dear Knight, no. For once the Redeemer's blade was in your hands again, you would find the shattering of our pact a simple enough matter." Her eyes glittered again. "And you are, in any case, far too … restricted, for my tastes. You are set in your ways. Unbendable."
Michael stiffened. "I serve the Lord as I may."
Lea made a face. "Faugh. Just so. Holy." Her smile turned sly again. "But there are others whose lives you hold and can bargain with. You have children, do you not?" She shivered again and said, "Mortal children are so sweet. And can be bent and shaped in so many, many ways. Your eldest daughter, I think, would—"
Michael didn't snarl, didn't roar, didn't make any sounds at all. He simply seized the front of Lea's dress and lifted her clear off the ground by it. His voice came out in a vicious growl. "Stay away from my family, faerie. Or I will set such things in motion against you as will destroy you for all time."
Lea laughed, delighted. " 'Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, is how the phrase runs, is it not?" There was a liquid shimmering in the air, and she abruptly stood upon the ground again, facing Michael, out of his grasp. "Your power weakens with rage, dear man. You will not bargain—but I suppose I had plans for the Sword in any case. Until then, good Knight, adieu." She gave me one last smile and a mocking laugh. Then she vanished into the shadows and the darkness.
I gathered myself back to my feet, and mumbled, "That could have gone better."
Michael's eyes glittered with anger beneath his helmet. "Are you all right, Harry?"
Winter canonically noticed Molly a long, long time ago.
===You'll have to provide your definition of slavery, and property and conscript then, because from where I am standing, the distinction is meaningless.
The legal definition of slavery is found at Article 1(1) of the 1926 Slavery Convention, which reads: "Slavery is the status or condition of a person over whom any or all of the powers attaching to the right of ownership are exercised."
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Slaves are property. Conscripts have rights.
Even in the one situation where we see Molly sent to collect children/minors, its established that its by no means a one way relationship; Winter has responsibilities to its client-states/tribes that must be met even before they can request/demand tribute. And the Court is all about keeping its deals.
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