Jul 25, 2020
They’d been leaving the research institution and heading towards Golden, pathing towards a train on a lower level when Yggdrasil spies something amiss. She places a hand on Dortin’s shoulder, stopping their pace through the park. Wait, she chimes as she doubles back a few meters.
These varied stalls had sprung up from seemingly nowhere a few weeks ago, and Yggdrasil had taken to casually browsing every time she passed through Fibonacci. They seemed to deal in everything from innocent-looking baubles to weird metal abominations.
Yggdrasil kneels to examine the items laid out on the vendor table. Looking back at him, she calls, This… has your name on it.
— @smartdwarf ❀