Just the air, pushed and danced about him, filling his lungs with the freshness of life. Each breath was no longer a threat of being the last bit of free breeze. Sure... He could have enjoyed it over the week, but... Now, now he felt as if it truly had meaning to his life now. That he could live on. As he sat there, letting the wind play with the few strands that slung free of the ponytail, he watched the birds fly by. Each  flap of the wings made him think of home. Back to the farm... How long had it been? He couldn't remember the year count... How many winters... Ra'nek closed his eyes. Listening to the sounds before speaking, "Ten winters.... I couldn't count the days... Without them  knowing..."<br/><br/>His head went back, into the tree he opened his eyes, "I was just... A farm child when I was taken... I barely remember... I grew up as a fighter for those... Monsters..." He looked to her, "I was a child... Just a small eight year old..." He didn't know what to truly tell her, "I..." The male pulled his legs up, "I... Just don't know much besides what I was forced to know from growing up as a slave... And a fighter for her... Pleasure...."