"Ah, yes. The felis." The clerk made a note in his book, "Sign here."
A thrill ran up Wyna's spine as she admires her prize. Were Wyna was taller than almost any man she would meet, the young felis was shorter than most human women. Her pelt a deep black that gleamed in the sun. Golden eyes flashed hate at the bare chested man that escorted her out of the pens. Her lithe frame covered by a simple shift that was barely long enough to preserve her modesty, and a plain leather collar around her neck. And she moved with a grace Wyna could not believe no one had recognized when she had been brought to the auction block. She moved with the grace of a trained dancer. Not just any dancer, but as a priestess of the felin's goddess of life. One who had been trained from birth to express herself through the movement of her body.
Wyna had seen a performance by a priestess once in her career as a mercenary. And that had been a special reward for the entire company from a king. She had never forgotten that performance or the way the priestess had moved through out the entire hall
Yes, the young felis was definitely a prize. One that should have been sold in a private auction filled with the richest of nobles. And for far more than a "mere" eight thousand riol.
"What is your name?"
The felis turned her hateful gaze at Wyna. "Baeliss," the last letters drawn into a hiss.
Wyna let the felis' hate roll off of her. She had only bought this prize. But in time she hoped to truly earned it. Turning she beckoned to her new slave, forcing Baeliss to practically run to keep up with her mistress' long striding pace.
Moving quicly through the city the reached a large stone building were Wyna worked as a
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