Snippet #2346593

The warmth of sunlight and the feeling of a cool but pleasant breeze greeted Dane as he exited the castle, head held up high and a smirk dancing on his lips. After a morning wasted waiting to be put before the King and, apparently, his mage, even the crowded market outside of the castle walls looked almost as pleasant as, say, a treasure trove of jewels or a path back into the forest. Then again, this was where he'd been when he'd been dragged before the King the first time around and he didn't particularly want to repeat that experience. Yes, he'd gotten away with it- nothing, for once- but that didn't mean he wanted to stoop to looking to a human ruler once more of petty problems with mortals. He may not keep up with most of his kind, but he still had standards.

It was while he was congratulating himself on not having been tossed in prison this time, he noticed a miniature drama playing out. Well, he said drama.... It was really just a couple of kids harassing each other before a young, female werecat stepped in. She was pretty enough, if you liked that sort of thing, and separated the children before comforting the skinnier one. It was very touching in a nauseating sort of way.

But what really caught his attention was the cart she'd just been at. Oh, the trinkets were nothing fancy, no gold or jewels or fine silks and spices, but they were shiny and he couldn't resist shiny. So, like a magpie, he found his way over to the cart just as the werecat returned, eyes trained on the wears before him.

"Well done," He commented blithely, hardly looking at her as he delicately poked at her trinkets, almost like a small child who'd found a store full of toys and was given free reign. "I'm glad to see no bullies get off free with you in town. Although, really, the knife was a bit of overkill."