[Rainbowfox Ari]

The tears dried easily enough, and so did the blood - from the boy's cheeks. By the time he was done sobbing, though, he was so very exhausted, that he simply flopped onto anything nearby that looked soft, and watched out the back of the wagon as they moved. He couldn't really protest the pain, nor could he do anything about it, so he'd just decided to live with it... But who were these other people, then? One in the front, driving the wagon, the other back here with him.. they smelled strange and unfamiliar. Some of the scents of the powders and concoctions around him hurt his nose, and he sneezed. This definitely wasn't the armory. Had he been sold again?

Questions raced through his mind as he lay there, watching the one next to him. Was he going to be beaten again for breaking something?