Waking up the girl saw her dog and patted its head, "Thanks..." she picked her dog up and walked to the clock and squealed. It was time to open the box! She set the pouch down and set to work at the crate seeing as she was normally the only oen there. Only once in a while a butler would be there but he was on vacation leaving her alone. Her green eyes glittered and sparkled as she got the crate  Inside was a see through box. Frosted a little and she blinked at what was inside. She put a hand on it and stared, "Oh my daddy!" with a bite of her lip she ran around it try to figure out how to pop it open. Abby soon was jumping up and down squealing after she learned of how to open it. WIth a giggle she pushed the lid to the box and stood back scooting her pup away so it wouldn't be in the way. She never thought her dad would ever pull a stunt like this but she loved it! He was cute, and she liked it, but she had never seen a winged person before. No way could she let anyone touch him! This was her special present from daddy! From daddy to her! No one was to touch!<br/><br/>:+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+:<br/><br/>Silva sat and waited, his eyes closed as he waited to be rejected once again, he hated it. It made him feel liek a domesticated cat. However he picked up something as he was waiting. Somethign about someone not wanting a tame slave. He cheered up but then looked down. He was hearing things. He sighed and watched the others look wantingly at the new guy, he leaned back and just waited. He caught the gaze and blinked, did he look at him? He did! Silva straihtened up as the man came over and the others seemed to glare, "It's Silva." his voice came out soft and entle but it was still rather male. His face was straight at the question about jumping and he whispered with a smirk, "Where, When, Or who." oh yeah best answer ever! It was answered yet it wasn't. He hated the fact "how high" was the answer so he ave him a stranger and more... practical answer. He then listened to the man talk to the slave trader and seemed to sulk while the others grinned but  they stopped when the man asked him if<span style="font-weight: bold">he</span>was  tame. His eyes seemed to brighten and he waited. With the question done he grined, "By tame... why would have my answer to the jump been that way? If I was tame... I would be like a domestic cat - which I am not." his heart was secretly crushed though, he didn't want the man to leave him here. If he got rejected again... they'd make fun of him. Maybe worse... he didn't want to think of it.