Terra Branford: Open
The days leading up to the inevitable auction had been spent trying to cram as much information about the world and society that the young half-fae would be joining. Terra Branford had found it nigh impossible to wrap her mind around everything that she was being bombarded with, but knowledge of her place in the world at the very least was beginning to sink in slowly but surely. She hadn't known enough to be nervous at first about essentially been sold off to the highest bidder, but seat in the sparse viewing room to be ogled like a piece of meat was enough to make even an amnesiac wary. She was a thing to be purchased, a possession that would decorate the home of one of her betters. It was a sobering thought, one she supposed she should be thankful was not more sobering given her lack of an ability to recall anything prior to seven days. It was impossible to miss what you couldn't remember even having in the first place, right?
Terra drew in a sharp breath, seated on the floor of the room with her legs tucked under her and her delicate hands folded in her lap. It was swiftly growing to be maddening just sitting there with no thoughts to pass the time aside from the gnawing feeling of emptiness mingling with all the apprehension of not knowing what was to come next. She had been told that she was half-fae, a trait that would be attractive to certain would-be masters, particularly vampires. When she'd asked why that was, the handlers at the auction had only smiled and told her that she'd find out soon enough if she went to one. Lost as she was, even Terra had been able to sense the ominous meaning in the man's tone. It had been enough to send a shiver down her spine.
After she could take sitting still no longer, the girl stood and walked over to the floor-length wall of a mirror on the opposite end of the room. Her reflection was one she scarcely recognized, small and slight with her long almost-silver blonde hair drawn up in a high ponytail. They'd adorned her with minimalist make-up and a relatively sheer lavender dress that flowed down nearly to the floor as it was obviously intended for someone taller than her. While the girl hardly knew a thing about herself, Terra still couldn't help but wonder if the girl in the mirror was even her.