Tsisir was still laying there, not really wanting to move after all. She was fine just laying there. Of course, later when she really wanted to move, she'd probably need assistance, but until then, she was content on the sand. A small smile worked its way on her lips as she looked up at this guy. He seemed really nice; did he want to take her home? Would he treat her like the other little kids were treated? There was still the chance he'd return her to the life she had gotten used to...
Still, she said nothing, just staring at him. Until Elip piped in, telling this guy that they were playing. Was Elip trying to prevent her from going with him? Well, she didn't know either of them, or what they were planning, and only lay there. Somehow, she managed to move a hand to her face, fingers delicately brushing away sand, leaving her with a calm, serene look. Strangely, for a poor child, she was oddly pretty, and she could never figure out why. Her old Master called her his little angel right before he beat her, and she took his term of endearment to heart, before wanting to strangle him, while committing her services.
Strange thing to think about, now that he wasn't around anymore. He was headed to the northern lands, and was now probably aware she wasn't on board, probably thinking she was dead. Hah, was this her freedom, or another switching of masters? She just blinked, sinking back into reality.
With that, she giggled slightly, letting her hand drop on her forehead. "Tsisir still tired... want nap..." She yawned, then laid there for a moment, wondering if the males would end up fighting for who would possess her next.