friends don’t rattle the bars of their cage

"Говорить"

Darya shuffled along behind Jupiter, her old friend. She kept her head ducked and tail tucked between her legs. The truth was she had no idea how to feel. There was relief, of course, relief that if anyone was to buy her it had been someone she considered a friend, though of course that Divo hadn't been the one to do it soured her relief a bit. Because with her sister at least she'd know she was totally free, but it had been years since the last time she'd seen Jupiter, he could mean to keep her a slave for all she knew.

Finally they stopped and Jupiter sat and looked at her. Darya settled onto her own haunches and listened to him, her head cocking to the side. "Yees, veery looky." She said, her voice soft as she became very aware of her accent and stuttering grasp of the language. "эм, vhut are whe doingk now?" She eyed her friend carefully. She was too afraid to assume she'd simply be free to do as she wished... not that she had much of anything else to do, or anywhere to go anyways.