Holding Pens: Emrys
Emrys sat in the back corner of his pen, kneeling just as he had been taught to growing up. His master had warned him of what he would face being in a slave auction, but no words could really compare to the reality of it all. He was also not accustomed to being without a stitch of clothing, yet here we was naked as the day he was born. But whatever fear he was feeling on the inside, he didn't let is show. He just continued to kneel, legs apart with his arms resting on his thighs, head bowed respectively. He could feel the looks of disgust coming from the others sharing his pen. A few had even made their disapproval subtly known with a shove or a kick when the handlers weren't paying attention. Not that they would really care if they saw anything.
The noise around him was starting to become unbearable as they day wore on with people weeping as they were taken away and separated from their loved ones. Being raised from birth with a Master, Emrys didn't understand. They should be happy. They would soon have someone to care for them and guide them. Sure he was sad that he had to be separated from his mother, but it had been for the best. She was happy now wherever Master Lucius had taken her, free from the horrible disease that tried to take her.
Trying to keep himself distracted and detached from the ruckus around him, the boy closed his eyes and hummed softly as he waited to see if he would be purchased. His let his mind be taken over with happy memories of growing up and spending time with his old home, all the while making sure to be aware enough in case he was summoned.