[@Prince of Seraphs][@Krinos Solstice]

[color=00aeef]Jessalyn[/color]

Jess was surprised that the female fae actually gave her a name. She hadn't been expecting it, not with the emphasis people put on keeping names secret here. Perhaps it was not her real name?
[color=00aeef]"What should I call you?" [/color]Jess asked, but that was not her real question. If the fae was observant, which Jess hoped she was, she would realize the real question the human was asking:

Should I fear you?

She considered the two options presented to her carefully. This fae had helped her when she had no reason to. She had insulted her, looked at her as a waste because of her disability but had still helped her. And now she gave Jess a choice.
This place was dangerous, probably even for people who did know what they were dealing with. For those who didn't? It was a death trap. The thought of being a pet to someone left a bad taste in her mouth, but there was little she could do about it. If Jess was anything she was a survivor. She pushed and fought when others thought she should back down. Blindness had taught her that disabilities were not what made you weak. Giving up was what made you weak.

[color=00aeef]"When the deck is stacked against you, learn to play a different game..." [/color]she murmured, the angled her head towards the fae's voice and hoped she was looking at her. [color=00aeef]"My name is Jessalyn. I have trusted you so far, so I trust you with my name. I have pride but know when it is needed and when it is foolish. It would be stupid of me to think I can handle this place on my own. I don't know what I could possibly do for you as a favor, but I promise one to you if you'll help me."[/color]

She reached out a hand and Lysander took his cue to push his head up under her palm. [color=00aeef]"This is Lysander. He is more than my eyes. He is my friend. Anywhere I go, he has to go."[/color]

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[color=f49ac2]Lyra[/color]

Lyra cocked her head like a puppy when it is puzzled by something. Song didn't know her Ba-Ba?
[color=f49ac2]"You have to know Ba-Ba. He is my Ba-Ba. He's the bestest best ever in the whole world. This is his house. You are here so you have to know him silly."[/color]

She cuddled Nikko again tightly. [color=f49ac2]"Nikko is fun and nice. He plays with me,"[/color] she looked at the lady hopefully. [color=f49ac2]"Are you going to play with me? I have dollies. Or we can play hide and seek. Or we can make the icky people mad and see their faces go a funny color,"[/color] Lyra giggled. Annoying the courtiers was always fun for the child. Not so much for them.

She looked down, suddenly thoughtful. [color=f49ac2]"Ba-Ba and Nikko like me. No one else likes me. The icky people don't like me,"[/color] she said very quietly. [color=f49ac2]"They make faces at me and sometimes they say mean things. They say I'm dirty and 'noying'. I pretend I don't hear but I do,"[/color] she confided. [color=f49ac2]"When Ba-Ba is here they are nice, but he goes away and they are mean..."[/color] she trailed off, tears stinging her eyes once again. [color=f49ac2]"I want Ba-Ba to stay here all the time."[/color]

Some might think it's strange for her to tell all of this to a stranger, but it was the same concept at a patron at a bar talking to the bartender. Telling someone outside of the situation who is not involved makes you feel better.