The group stood in the dimly lit reception hall of the slave trader's shop. Everyone was tense. Selvara, Venya, Nivara, Luna, Leona, Ivy, Lysandra, Arisha, Thristle, Nyxion, Vegia — all in their human disguises, all quiet. Fluffynugget squirmed nervously in Ivy's arms, tiny wings fluttering.
No one said anything. Selvara to his left, Venya to his right. Nivara just behind him. All three stiff as statues.
They didn't say anything, but it was obvious. Shoulders tense. Eyes not moving.
They hated this place.
Of course they would.
This was their kind being sold like pets.
Seraphina noticed Nivara's fingers trembling slightly. She reached out and held her hand without saying a word.
"...Princess," Nivara muttered.
Seraphina squeezed. "Nini."
"...I am fine," She whispered.
"Mn."
Venya's fists clenched at her sides. Selvara kept her chin high, shoulders rigid.
Aiden reached out and bonk, patted both their heads lightly.
Both froze.
Selvara blinked.