Re: Holding Pens: Maya-Stefan-Mikan
Maya no longer had a look of disgust on his face, he had begun to get used to his surroundings, though he didn't like them by any means. For the thousandth time, he cursed himself for ever running away. His life had been fine as it was. Who knew who he'd be bought by now. He watched with only mild interest as a man and girl came into the pens. A master and slave perhaps? It seemed like that from hair conversation. Didn't look like the man was buying though.