The market was a bit quieter than usual today, leaving Erik less overwhelmed than he had been on his first visit. He was finally able to take it all in, and to make the trade he'd longed to. His kitten rubbed up against his leg now, before wandering to sniff at the other pup. The pup smiled, and Erik felt... well, he felt a little better at least.
As he straightened himself out, she offered to show him the market. His ears perked up, and he nodded. Getting his bearings was important, and he still had some small bits and bobs to trade off. The kitten had cost him less than anticipated, though Erik couldn't help but wonder if the vendor had taken pity on him. Not that he necessarily felt bad about it. There was a lot to see here, and he couldn't help but get excited about it. The art of a deal was something he'd do well to learn early.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
