"Alright then," replied the nineteen or so year old girl. She reached into a large, very travel worn leather satchel and removed a bundle of cloth. Unrolling it in her hands, she exposed a soft doll made of a rather nice material. It seemed to have a high thread count, certainly something unaffordable by the people in the area, including the girl herself. Her clothing spoke of a one who spent much time on her feet, made for comfort, flexibility, and certainly affordability.
Zalgus lifted an eyebrow and took a step closer still, taking in the appearance of the doll. It was dressed in scraps of fur, and appeared to have a thick, heavy glove on one hand. The yarn hair was all pulled together into a high ponytail. It was certainly an interesting thing to behold.
"Ooohh-woooooooowwww~" squealed the boy, bouncing around in circles as he hugged the toy to his chest. His sandals clopped heavily against the stone, obviously at least a size too large for his small feet. "So so so amazing!"
"Take very good care of him," the girl reminded him, causing the child to sober and bow to her respectfully. Though the smile on his face was still threatening to split his head right in half. "Take care now."
"Bye bye Miss! Thank you so much!"
Zalgus stepped forward into the light as the girl made her way away from him, waving at what appeared to be random people in the street and gifting them with that smile of hers. He stopped next to the boy, who was already playing with the doll, using a deeper tone that cracked occasionally. In barely a blink, his eyes illuminated blue, taking in the doll and all the characteristics of it. Well made, surprising quality of materials used. The eyes were small stones that had a swirl of amethyst rock inside of them.
Although he would probably never admit it, even to himself, Zalgus found that he was admiring the intensive care and passion put into making what ended up being given away as a child's plaything. His gaze lifted to the departing figure of the woman once more.
He had to know more. Pulling his cowl closer over his head, the intelligent and well read man struck off at a brisk pace after his quarry. He only wondered for a moment what his sister would say if she ever discovered him chasing after some common born girl down a tiny side street.
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