Herbalists' Cache Pheonix

Eee!

A noise cut through her ears, and she fell into submission. Turning quickly towards a whine, she took to a sit and took only a second to look at their face. A man with bird-made colors and features that were not able to be examined well enough. No, her head fell too quickly for that.

She hid her eyes away and awaited teeth to drag her back. "Yes, sir?" He was acknowledged.

It was not as though the slave had a home to run to. No one who was looking for her, only an eyeless man who she somehow knew would find her.