I
stomped a little
on my way back toward the northeastern district, where the Oak Knot was. My mood, which was pretty good after figuring out what I could about the Stash, had been
thoroughly soured
by the encounter with that ’Luca’.
> What did he mean... hope you know what you’re doing? As if there’s anything happening at all! No. Just showing I’m fine without her being the one checking on me constantly. That’s all it is. Maybe it reminds me a little more of the bazaars than the pawnshop did? And of course that annoying buzz. Does this sound really not bother humans? Well, Helene didn’t for sure. Parents cut her hair short until she was eight, then braids. And it’s not like any of it would go to waste. I’d be able to store it along with everything else when it comes time to move, right? I swear if you snort at me one more time, you’re getting the snakes again! <
Vrika seemed to be enjoying my
willingness
to buy things, but not the items I picked. Since when is a
backwoods wolf
any good at choosing human goods in the first place?