there's nothing more for me

Rava risked a glance upwards as Saia confessed her lack of fear without hesitation, she continued to explain why. Her life had been filled for the most part, by slavery. Rava would come to know later that it was synonymous to the lifestyle she had previously. The young she wolf was nothing more than a possession, currently between hands. Silver eyes turned downcast again, she pulled her limbs in tight to her torso, to self soothe her anxieties. ”Yes.” Rava whispered in return, unable to deny the obvious. At least before she knew what to expect at the hand of her husband Zakr.

Saia turned her attention towards the speckled girl, instincts told Rava to avert her gaze, but she didn’t hide herself. The veiled slave was the closest she would get to comfort within the corral. Maybe it was their similarities, the way their eyes were shaped and the adornments they wore. As Saia rose, Rava took a hesitant glance up at the confident woman, a diamond in the rough. The girl returned her eyes to the muddy ground, unable to keep her eyes on the other slave. There wouldn’t likely be any retaliation for the act but Rava was much too timid to impose even a lengthy stare.

Fear still held tightly to the young thing, her muscles were tight and the instinct to flee continued to beat against her skull. She didn’t have any idea what Saia could be whispering to the slaver about, of course Rava wouldn’t have dreamed to try and speak to her captors. Frozen in fear as the other woman sat back down the words she spoke were a surprise. Ears slicked back against her skull beneath the hood, shifting it to reveal her confused features. Having a guide going forward, someone to show her the way instead of Rava bumbling around in the unknown. She didn’t know why Saia did it, but she was grateful.

”Thank you.” Her voice was just as soft as it was been throughout the interaction, but her sincerity was apparent. She kept her eyes downcast, hesitant to meet Saia’s gaze.