Kyla nodded at his orders nuzzling his hand even. My little slave made her heart flutter. She smiled brightly at him, "Okay, I hope Sasha doesn't mind the sling too much. I'll make sure not to let her hunt yet " she relayed his orders back to him some Ellen had been keen on telling her to do so she made sure she understood them.<br/><br/>Getting to the gate was easy and she waved to Lilly. "Sorry my master and I are off no chat today." She told the woman knowing she'd understand. Kyla stood with Sasha waiting. The sleen looking up hopeful for a meal. "Not yet my sweet." She pet the sleen gently.<br/><br/>She still hated flying and clung to the strap wishing they could just use a caravan but none the less she didn't complain other than a small squeak when they took off, always the hardest part. The rushing air felt good around them and she even leaned back a bit into Daniel for he was warmer than her linen outfit. But she wasn't freezing like she would have been nude.<br/><br/>When they stopped to let Sasha hunt she watched her friend find her Target and make a meal out of it with a smirk, Sasha was a great huntress and loyal too as she watched the skies as they flew.<br/><br/>"How long will we be there for Master?" It was easier to say now. She would miss her usual routine, which she had become very accustomed to. But she'd adjust quick enough Ellen had told her that is what a pleasure slave had to do adjust quickly to keep ones master happy. She was already thinking up meals to make him while there, to ensure he kept his strength up, plus he seemed to truly enjoy her cooking.<br/><br/>The flight didn't seen nearly as terrifying as it had when she first was on the tarn, but still wasn't something she truly enjoyed perhaps it was the way the wings felt when they flapped before it would glide for a bit. Or perhaps it was the fact that she was on a giant bird flying. She had never had issues with airplanes.<br/><br/>Flying east and then coming from the south seemed like a brilliant idea it would throw off their scent of being from the station and if he were to fit in that's what he needed to do. She would not say a word about where they were from.