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Though Evelyn was formally certain that Daemon wanted to see the axe, but he continued to pat down his body, and she wondered if he was again trying to convey another message. But after a few moments of watching him, it seemed that he was searching for something instead of trying to communicate. When she mentioned the word belt, the older boy’s attention focused back on her quite suddenly, but did not make any noises as she continued talking. She smiled as she saw he responded with vigorous nodding of his head, proud of herself that she managed to under what he was trying to say without words.
After he confirmed her thoughts, Daemon began to point towards where Evelyn assumed he came, and it occurred to the hybrid that perhaps he had a house here in Thornbury, where he kept his things like she did. “Okay, one moment,” she said quickly as the man kept insisting, and gathered up the tool and knife, and a ragged bag that laid sprawled on the porch. Once she wrapped up the axe in a cloth to secure it and placed it in the bag, she rushed after the hasty wolf. The contents of her bag was filled with tiny human trinkets that she liked to kept on her, but also some of her creations; ever since she was told that trading was important to d’Arte, she now started to carry some of her smaller goods on her at all times. The game of trade, as the girl saw it, was at anywhere at any time, and one had to be prepared for moments like these.
They reached his dwelling faster than she would have guessed, and paused for a moment to analyze the house. It was a two-story building, much like her own, though somewhat different in design, her house using more limber than stone to construct it. But what stood out the most was a thing that stuck out the side of the house, which instantly caught the girl’s interest; she never before saw a tower of any type, and wondered how it was made, curious if she was capable of making such a feature, even if she wasn’t into building houses. It was just her natural craftsman part of her being that took in all of these details, and she had to mentally push these thoughts aside as Daemon, also pausing, bustled into his home with her following behind.
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