Jezabelle watched the male carefully, though was discrete about it. He was handsome, she had to admit; and young in looks compared to most of the slave-owners who come around here. Not that it made any difference to her. His gaze flickered to her a few times, and it was not missed by Jez. When it seemed he had decided on her, she smirked a bit to himself. She hadn't seen him come around here before, he didn't know of her reputation of being a troublemaker. She wondered how long it would take for him to figure out he wasn't worth the trouble and return her. Jezabelle could see that the dealer was surprised that anyone had chosen her, out of all the others here. But not matter what he did or tried to say, it seemed her new master was quite set and determined on her company.<br/><br/>As the dealer, or the jailer as she and some of the others called him, headed towards her cage, she moved forward a little. The door was unlocked, but she didn't move.<span style="font-style: italic">"Get out!"</span>After a moment she rolled her eyes and slowly left the safety of her cell, looking at her new master with a very pointed look.<span style="font-style: italic">"Follow behind at two feet away. If you trip or I am walking to fast make a say something."</span>The girl did as she was told for the time being, much to the surprise of the dealer. But once they were outside, she wondered if she could run, escape, get away. But something about her master intrigued her; he wasn't chaining or tying her up like the others did. He didn't yell at her or strike her. Jez raised her gaze from the ground as she heard the snort of horses, seeing a carriage waiting nearby. With her attention distracted, she didn't notice the young male turn towards her. That was, until she was scooped up into his arms. She squealed with shock and surprise, struggling a little; but he was strong, his grasp was like iron. "You need not hold me, I am no child." Her ocean blue eyes glared up at him, but it seemed he took no notice of her words. After a little while, she gave up fighting and fell still, looking out the window.<br/><br/>After a time of traveling, Jezabelle's new home came into view. She nearly gawked at the sight of it. It was much larger, and grander, than her masters' past homes. Her mind wandered, wondering what she would be able to do. If her lenient, yet slightly touchy master gave her freedoms. But with such a large home, no doubt she would be asked so much of; and she hated chores. 'I'll play the good girl until he turns his back. Or perhaps openly defy him. As the carriage came to a stop, she was quick to try to move out of his arms, uncomfortable with his touch.