Buy her and Bath her

"Well now that you have decided on your slave, despite my warnings, we must sign the proper paperwork. Your father filled out most of it but felt you should be the one to sign the final form of ownership." Garmen informs you, clearly still wary of your choice in slaves.

"Lead the way." You say before Garmen shows you t his office. You keep hold of Willows hand as you walk. She is hesitant to leave the stables though also seems quit happy to be someplace other than her small pen. As you walk through the foul smelling room with the more beaten down slaves Willow jumps closer to you, her body lightly touching your back.

Her grip on your hand also tightens, though it is hard to notice with how little muscle she had. You can hear her wings twitch and feel her hot breath on your neck as she seems close to hyperventilating. "It's okay. Don't look at them. Just focus on me.

You won't be here much longer. You belong to me now. And I will not treat my slaves in such a way." Her breathing and wings seems to calm down a bit at your words, though they are both still going as fear still grips her. Soon enough you all leave that room and make your way to Garmens office. A rather lavish space that was the exact opposite of the smelly pens you had just come from.

Garmen takes a seat at his desk and you take a seat opposite t him. Willow stands at your side, unsure what to do with herself. She nervously looks around as the new surroundings seem to put her even more on edge. All the while she continues to grip your hand shakily. "Just sign here and the faerie will be all your Master Andrean." While you would prefer to sign the paper with your dominate hand Willow is currently holding onto it for dear life so you shakily try and make a legible signature with the opposite hand.

You manage to make your name readable, though any who saw it would question your mental capabilities or if you were above five years old. "Well I suppose that works. What shall you do first Master Andrean? If you'd like I have the facilities here to wash her. Get that smell off her."

Willow looked hurt at being called smelly. Not that you could blame her. "That was just plain rude Garmen. I would trust you to have a bit more tact." This surprised both Willow and Garmen.

Most people treated slaves as objects and cared not for their feeling. While you were not some bleeding heart ready to rescue them all you did like to keep your manners about you. "Perhaps I was wrong. This faerie might be perfectly suited for such a kind master such as yourself." You raise a brow at the shot Garmen fires at you.

While you want to be mad you did tell him to be more tactful. "Well in the spirit f kindness what say we wash you up? I am guessing that pen didn't do well for your hygiene. And Garmen was too lazy to clean up the place every once in a while." You smirk towards Garmen, firing back in a more direct fashion.

"Hilarious Master Andrean. Almost as funny as your father." Garmen says sarcastically. "Oh I remember how you two used to go at it." Garmen has been a friend of the family for many years and thus has been a close friend to your father.

So much so the two would argue back and forth on many different topics. "All joking aside we must restrain this one before allowing her near any water. She is a river faerie after all. Letting her near water is like handing her a pistol." You feel Willows hand tighten as her body begins to once again shake.

The thought of being chained up terrifying the young faerie greatly. You could of course choose to leave her be and simply wash her as is. Of course if what Garmen says is true then it might be in your best interest to heed his warning and restrain her. At least until her bath is finished.