She rolled her eyes, her arm hooked with his comfortably. "There has to be a place in the world that doesn't resent you."
She looked up at him and dimpled, her nose crinkling with the action. "I don't think you understand how determined I am to make this work," she said earnestly.
"Why do you care so much about my living situation?" he asked bleakly. "I'm sure I'll figure it out myself."
"Because I want you to be happy," she said frankly. "And I don't think you have a tendency to make choices that make you happy."
He pursed his lips and they went in. It was a little dark and rather unorganized. A load of trinkets and items strewn on shelves. There was no order whatsoever. The shopkeeper was an old woman, asleep at the counter.
She glanced up at Zerras, one brow raised before letting go of his arm and disappearing down the aisles.
As she travelled down the aisles she would find many interesting things. Most of them had magical properties, and a few would catch her eye. There was a silver bracelet in the shape of a snake, a large linen bag that could fit a few clothes, a silvery red quill with yellow markings, a small bottle labeled 'potion of confusion', parchment that has been charred at the edges, and a small, navy box.
It seemed like a plain box with worn golden accents. If she opened it, a butterfly would fly out, its blue wings flapping. Otherwise, the box was empty.
She seemed delighted by the butterfly, setting down the box gently and extending a finger to it with wide eyes.
It landed on her fingers, its wings shimmering as the gracefully flapped before disintegrating into blue sparkles.
Once she picked it up it moved, slithering to wrap itself gently around her wrist before solidifying again. She would be able to take it off.
She laughed out loud in surprise, her fingers brushing over it before she took it off, holding it in her fingers as she inspected it. "Hello," she murmured quietly.
