there's nothing more for me

The cowering fae gave her name and the barest of smiles lifted the corners of the veiled lady's lips. "Rava it is." Again she went back to sitting tall and staring straight ahead. Once the slavers began choosing which of them to march out, the woman spoke again, asking whether or not she was afraid.

Fear had long ago died in Saia. Just like everything else. "No," she answered simply. "I've been a slave for half of my life. I'm used to this." It was a sad reality, but it was true. Memories of her life in the palace were faint. This was her past, present and future. "But you are afraid." She pointed out the obvious. The slate woman's brow furrowed beneath her blue veils. How could she alleviate this frightened wolf?

Turning her head to the side, she brought herself face to face with the cloaked fae. Cerulean eyes inspected the shadowed face. The woman within the forest cloak was beautiful. Bright silver eyes stared back at her from an ebony and blood face. Her features were dainty and, just like Saia's, her eyes were of an upturned almond shape. From the tail sticking out the rear of the cape, Saia could see that the woman's coloring shifted slightly from dark to pale red.

Saia rose from her seated position, long legs lifting her to her full height. Leaning close to the fence, the veiled lady whispered something into the ear of one of their captors. The brute turned as if to tell her off, but upon meeting her eyes, he rethought his previous plan. After a moment of the pair speaking quietly to one another, the man left and Saia seated herself beside Rava once more. "I suggested that he sell us together." Aside from casting a glance out of the corner of one almond eye, Saia resumed her regal stature.