Mieirin was quiet.  Creeping out of her cage.  Her milky skin glistening, her pouty lips pursed in a little frown.  She was embraced, her head curling down to nestle into the other girl’s shoulder, clinging to her just as tightly.  She would let Tuyen speak, the other girl had always been the more vocal of the two.  Her naked skin warm against her slave-sister’s, her breath coming in shallow shivery breathes against the other girl’s necks.<br/><br/>She would listen to Sula, looking at the woman with those strangely blue eyes.  Glancing at her through her lashes, as though she was afraid to look directly at the other woman.  Like a wild kitten, frightened of it’s first human contact.<br/><br/>“I want to go home..”  Her voice piping up finally.  Soft, easily ignored while the more aggressive spoke.