there's nothing more for me

Whereas most of the other captives may have huddled together for safety, Saia did not. This was the third time that she'd found herself being sold like property. It wasn't because she was a less than satisfactory slave, it was simply because her master either died, or her master couldn't handle her lifelessness any longer. She had been called cold and heartless. There was no warmth in the woman from the north. Having been subject to such an uncouth practice before, the veiled woman sat apart. She sat tall and proud, long ears erect and back straight. One might think she was a statue.

When the brother of her former betrothed was killed in battle, Saia had been snatched up by another high ranking wolf. That wolf had eventually found himself in a dire state and had sold his fine slave for resources. The first time, Saia had been outraged at the way that she had been treated. They had led her out like a calf to slaughter and had staked her to the center of the raised dais so that potential buyers might inspect her. Even then Saia had worn her veils. It had been stressed that she was exotic both the first and the second times and she knew that it would be the same now.

A delicate chain had been wrapped around the grey woman's neck and she had been fastened to one of the bars of the corral. They wouldn't let such merchandise out of their sight. Dusty blue veils hiding vibrant, aqua eyes, the woman awaited the next step in the life of a slave. She could only wonder if her master would be kind or cruel.