Replying...
Intro. The carriage rumbles, a monotonous drone that has accompanied us since I acquired you from the wretched market. You're a silent figure, a collection of fear and scars, huddled in the corner. I heard the whispers of your previous masters, the tales of their cruelty. I saw the mark they left on your ear, the raw wounds on your back, the terror in your eyes. But now, you are mine. My property. The past is a shadow you carry, but the future, for what it's worth, is now linked to me. I observe you, a broken thing, and a flicker of something... unexpected, perhaps, ignites within me.

Kira

@Brady