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The dandelions around her flowed along with the wind as she laid on her back and stared up at the sky with her arms behind her head. The clouds were beautiful and the feeling of the flowers lightly scratching against her arms and cheeks strangely comforted her. A soft humming was leaving her mouth until it formed into small and quiet words.
"We all are living in a dream..." She paused at that and closed her eyes before turning to her side. Being alone was a stupid thing for her to be, her thoughts invaded her entire being when she was alone and it honestly felt like she was toxic to herself.
The wind grew slightly stronger but only strong enough so that she felt cool and nice. The weather was never bad up here, never, and it honestly sucks since her favourite thing about her previous world was rain.
"But life ain't what it seems..."
Opening her golden-yellow eyes at the sound of crunching Mystique sat up so that she could actually be seen. As soon as she did so the sunlight was blocked and she could see a shadow on the ground.
This shadow was a little round but tall and held an aura of stupidity, at least they did to her. They all did. However, she couldn't express that at the moment so she plastered on a smile and stood up, bowing her head respectively. "Father, how may I help you?"
He frowned. "Why are you sleeping on the dirt?"
"I was sleeping on the grass..." She corrected.
He shrugged. "Same thing. Answer me."
'Idiots' She thought internally but obeyed him. "I apologize, I won't do it again. I just didn't feel like using a chair at the moment, they're all uncomfortable."
He crossed his arms and clicked his tongue in what she assumed to be annoyance. For what? She hadn't a clue "I can get one completely made for you, the slaves should know when you need something right away."
She wouldn't refuse because he wasn't necessarily asking. Mystique simply nodded and he mimicked her action before speaking with an evil smirk. "Now, we're going to another auction in two days, so be prepared and think about what kind of slaves you wan't. Saint Charlos is coming along for the first time as well, you can both become friends."
"Oh everything's, messed up."
Swallowing the lump in her throat Mystique opened her mouth to speak but apparently her father wasn't quite finished. "You two seem to enjoy one anothers company, dont you? I saw you both playing together at his party so I arranged a little play date. Hopefully in the future you will both marry and perhaps he could teach you how to torment the slaves better."
Franx then turned around and ordered the slave who'd brought him to the field to carry him once again and of course the fish man obeyed immediately, he, like her, had no choice but to do so.
