there's nothing more for me

The young woman was new to the slave trade even if her life beforehand was the same. Women were property where she came from and her once husband had every right to sell her to these creatures for profit. She was not the bride he had desired, she was unable to live up to the expectations he’d had of her. By this point he’d likely found another wife to add to his harem. Would she be bought up by another like him? Would history repeat itself and once he realized she was no good to get offspring from..

She tried to rid herself of the thoughts as the woman spoke, her name was Saia. Had rava been allowed an opinion the girl would have thought it a beautiful name. ”Ravat Blanc.” She still held onto her once husband’s last name. ”I like Rava better.” She was normally a silent girl, it was better to be seen than heard. Or not seen as her cloak made possible.

Rava visibly flinched as the sound of voices carried over the fence and through the rain. She cringed further as their huge captors began to make their selections. By ones and twos they were chosen and herded out into the unknown. ”Aren’t you scared?” Rava asked timidly, lowering her head in obvious show of her fear.