Lillac Jones.
Young witchling...but be careful..she doesn't look harmful, but you've got a handful.
Lillac's graceful smile slowly turned to a slight frown. She knew exactly how Drake felt about being in a slave shop. She had been there for a while now, and quite frankly, she hated it as well as he did, possibly even more than he. Although she was finally out and with someone she knew would take care of her, she still felt some kind of pain. Maybe it was the thought of still being a slave, or maybe just not being with her family, whatever it was. She didn't like it. "I understand, exactly, how you feel, Drake. I've been in that hellhole for quite some time now." Lillac explained, trying to force a reassuring smile upon her face, but continuously failing. "I don't mind living here at all. It seems cozy." She then stated, following a few steps behind Drake, and trying not to step on his feet. He seemed gentle and kind hearted, but she didn't know him too well, and althought she didn't she knew that soon she would come to appreciate him, hopefully the easy way.
My mind, My soul, My heart is my own, But my body, belongs to he who owns me.
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