Re: Holding Pens: Alice
Scott stayed watching the singing slave, his eyes fixed to her as she seem to be lost on what she was doing. A soft smile resting on his lips as he could hear the words she was singing, sounded like she knew the place, like he once knew of it too.
He shifted from one foot to the other, seeing how long she could stay in her little trance with out noticing the ladre group of people now watching her. Not only him but most in the pen and even some other masters had come over to see her.