Amir beamed and took a deep bow as Mordred applauded his return. There was nothing Amir liked more than compliments, and he ate up the words Mor gave to him. When he looked at Mor he did notice that the boy seemed to purposely be avoiding eye contact, and found he wanted to say something, but held his tongue for the time being. If he brought it up and the conversation turned sour they probably wouldn’t be going to get food. Amir was starving.
"Now that that is out of the way, what do you say to finally finding ourselves some food? And perhaps we should avoid the alleyways this time " Amir felt his eyes light up when Mor finally mentioned getting food. He wanted a meal, something heavy and warm, like a stew or a pot roast. He voiced his opinion to Mordred as well.
“Oh hell fuckin yeah. I’m so hungry I could eat a sand worm, the whole motherfucking thing. Let’s go somewhere we can sit down and eat some good ass food.” Mordred seemed to ponder the statement for a moment before they left the store, clearly the boy had a place in mind. Mordred led them back through the streets of Amstra, sticking strictly to well populated roads this time, as he said he would, and Amir was able to get a better idea of the city life of civilians. It was very fast paced, everyone moving constantly, but even so it didn’t appear like many of them were actually in a rush. Most of the groups walking were either couples or families window shopping at the vast amount of colorfully decorated shops. It was quaint, a good place to raise a family.
“You know, this place isn’t too bad when Trytheus isn’t around to annoy the shit out of you.” He could almost hear the exasperated comment from Hassan as the bird tightened its grip on his shoulder. He smirked, but didn’t say anything to match his beast’s silence. Instead he chose to watch Mordred as they walked, examining the finer points of the boy’s features. He had a sharp jawline, it cut his features cleanly and articulated his face shape well. But that was overshadowed by the bright blue of his eyes. In Gnaji blue eyes were rare, and in many tribes celebrated, so to see such a brilliant shade stirred something in him. Even if he couldn’t hold a flame to Dae, there was no doubt that anyone would label Mordred as handsome. He also remembered that while in Wolfbane slave traders would buy and sell blue-eyed people for a higher price and they were seemingly more valuable.
“Has anyone tried to kidnap you before?” He blurted it out without thinking, and wondered if it was a bit too inappropriate thing to say to someone you barely knew. Hassan gave his shoulder another tight squeeze which probably indicated that it was. Amir looked away from the boy after, suddenly self-conscious and up at the building they had stopped in front of. A stone building as in front of them, it wasn’t too large, but like the looks of it, and the smells coming out of it, the building was a restaurant. It had the boy’s stomach gurgling and at the forefront of his mind. Food, he wanted food.