there's nothing more for me

At her call, the small wolf moved tentatively towards her and placed herself between Saia and the wall. The rain would strike her less where she had squeezed herself. The taller of the pair scooted over just a bit, giving the woman more room. At first she didn't say anything, and so the veiled fae kept her silence as well. The words that she'd spoken to beckon her forth were already more than she usually spoke in a day. Eventually though, the cloaked wolf found her voice.

Who was she? Well... that was a loaded question. She had been a princess of Shibari. She supposed that was no longer the case, considering her fall into slavery. Well... it was more of a push than a fall. She was then the slave of the Raiman Empire. When her master was slain, she was then the slave of Hoh, then the slave of another that was short lived. Finally she had been the slave to Mercutis. He had sold her to this market where she would then be sold again. Whatever bastard bought her would soon sell her as well. Though she was pretty and was seen as a prize, she brought ill fortune to all that owned her.

"Saia," she eventually spoke, her tone smooth and soft, like the brush of silk. "And you?" She cast her glance sidelong, looking at the cowering fae. Her cloak was muddied at the edges, but it would most likely wash out. If they let her keep it, anyway. Often the slaver took whatever belongings their merchandise seemed to possess. Saia was an exception since her adornments served to heighten the exotic allure that brought them high prices.

A call from outside of the enclosure caught her attention. It was a call of preparation. One by one or sometimes in pairs, they would parade the weaklings of the world out for the stronger to purchase. Saia inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and exhaled long and low. She would be saved for last. If she kept this frightened fae beside her, perhaps she would be saved until later as well once the feeding frenzy was past.