in the Market for a friend

She hummed thoughtfully at that, before flicking him with a tail and guiding him further into the market. The further they went from the large cave entrance, the better. There were still lanterns lit, but they didn’t seem to affect her eyes with the same intensity as the sun. She caught a glimpse of Basilisk on Market Security, and was relieved. Her nephew didn’t have the imagination to be curious about her companion. The less questions asked between now and the Great Escape, the better.

“Here we are” She said, stopping by a table that had a mixture of feathers, sea glass, and other little flashy bits that had been collected from the Armada beach and surrounding territories. “What do you think your sister would like?” She wanted to know.


"Kyanite Fatalis"