Mason had stepped forward, and was about to yank his wrist free when the sensation of being swept away filled his being. It all felt like the drop of a roller coaster, the type of drop that had your stomach moving down to your feet before springing back up into place, indeed it had made his stomach queasy and his cheeks looked pale as he thought he may lose what measly lunch the attendants had fed him before the Auction.<br/><br/>Swallowing he grasped at his knees and burped from the sudden gases in his stomach, before straightening and looking around. The ground beneath his feet was buoyant and gave slightly under the pressure, like a mattress, he mused. The cloud, was lined with a sunrise pink and as he looked more, realization sunk in, he was on a cloud, and the only way out was down...Meaning no escape unless he had a death wish, he didn't, he was too proud for suicidal tendencies. It was then that the whooshing sound of air being moved and forced away, pulled his attention up to a silhouetted figure flying down. She was beautiful to say the least, once she was visible and out of the blinding sun. Her hair was long and her face soft, except when he met those eyes. Those eyes that scrutinized over his whole form. Yeah, I don't like her, he finally concluded as he stood straighter.<br/><br/>However, when she finally finished talking to her proxy and addressed him he clenched his jaw and shifted his weight to his right side, "Mason, Mason Alexander Hughes," there was a tone of attitude with the way he said his own name; One, because he didn't take to the idea of being a slave, and Two, he already didn't like the woman...In his mind, anything other than another human being wasn't to be trusted.