[She's not sure whether she prefers his silence or if she would rather have had him say something oversweet back, but she makes no comment on it either, only continuing to drag him along by his wrist before her hand not-so-subtly slides to fall back into his, their fingers interlocking lazily.
There are more stalls that she does stop to see, and she will buy a few things for herself. A bag of fresh peaches, a small bottle of rum to taste later. There are a couple stops at more jewelry places, but once again, she finds herself as disinterested in their pieces, the last one filled with more eccentric-looking things that she quickly dismisses. Nothing that catches her eye enough that she would have him buy it for her.
That is, until she finds a stall at the opposite end of the bazaar.
A stall filled with all sorts of feathered and bird-themed decorations for one's home. Decorative cages, paintings, dreamcatchers, bird houses to hang outside one's window, things to hang one's jewelry from...
She pretends not to be interested, but she finds herself stopping to look anyway, drawn to the aesthetic for obvious reasons...]
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There are more stalls that she does stop to see, and she will buy a few things for herself. A bag of fresh peaches, a small bottle of rum to taste later. There are a couple stops at more jewelry places, but once again, she finds herself as disinterested in their pieces, the last one filled with more eccentric-looking things that she quickly dismisses. Nothing that catches her eye enough that she would have him buy it for her.
That is, until she finds a stall at the opposite end of the bazaar.
A stall filled with all sorts of feathered and bird-themed decorations for one's home. Decorative cages, paintings, dreamcatchers, bird houses to hang outside one's window, things to hang one's jewelry from...
She pretends not to be interested, but she finds herself stopping to look anyway, drawn to the aesthetic for obvious reasons...]