H130, Day 234, 3 BP [Aerin, Hilathic]

[hilathic]

Wraith had not been in her room that morning in the Open Shell and Aerin's Nursemaid was unsure where she had gone to, only being told she needed to run some errands. After some explaining of who he was and a lot of excitement by Aerin, Hilathic had paid the nursemaid for her services for the day and set out with Aerin to grab some breakfast and head shopping for a gift for his mother. Doing some minor cleaning of the apartment before leaving, so as to let Aerin feel as though he earned the money to by his mother a gift, they headed down to the common room.

As the waitress poured Aerin his third glass of Lamia's milk, Hilathic noticed how frail Aerin looked. He was still losing weight even though he had been back with his mother for several weeks now. Aerin was eating well right now though, he had already finished a plate of eggs and cheese, and was now working on a large piece of toast pastry Hilathic had gotten him for desert.

Looking down to pick at his own food Hilathic talked with Aerin, "So what do you think we should get for your mother, Aerin? Maybe a nice necklace? Or a ring? What do you think?" The smile on Aerin's face stayed devilishly clever, as though he knew that Hilathic was trying to get him to slip up and talk.

"Would you like to learn how to play my harmonica?"

[Uathach Blackmantle]

[Reply for Wraith moved to the Open Shell, Day 234 9AP. ]

The half elven boy digs into sweet pastry, pausing long enough to slurp his milk and lick the honey off his fingers. He grins sheepishly at Hilathic, turning slighly to duck his head, and begins dancing the tridrone doll on the table top. It's impossible to tell what's going on in Aerin's mind; if he's somehow found respite from the horror he'd witnessed, or if it continues to torment him, even as he puts on a brave face for the outside world.

Humming softly, mimicking some of the sounds Hilathic had played on his harmonica, the boy nods and smiles.

[Uathach Blackmantle]

[ooc: edited my post to include Aerin, because I wasn't sure who was going to reply on his behalf. ]

[hilathic]

Watching as Aerin finished his meal, Hilathic stretches deeply preparing himself for the task at hand. Shopping for a woman. "Ready to go Aerin?"

Taking Aerin's hand the two boys make their way from the Open Shell, pausing a moment Hilathic lets the Waitress know to inform Wraith that young Aerin was with him, and then they headed towards the great bazaar. As an urchin of the city, Hilathic quickly makes his way through streets dodging higher traffic area's until he and Aerin find themselves just out side of Chriper's the place he and Aerin had, had lunch just the week before.

"This is your shopping trip, Aerin. Where would you like to go first? You have 5 gold to spend on something for your mother."

[Uathach Blackmantle]

Dutifully Aerin followed Hilathic, eyes wider than fried Vrock eggs as he takes in first one attraction, then the next. It was all a little overwhealming for him after being caged for so long...

Even at this time of night the Great Bazaar is a bustle of activity and noise as hawkers promote their wares, and shoppers browse first one stall or tent, then the next. Mingled smells of droppings, roasting meat, sweat, smoke, and a hundred different types of perfume assail the senses.

The boy shies away, ducking behind Hilathic's legs with a little squeak as a Cornugon lumbers past, a haunch of some type of freshly cut meat in it's scaly fist. Only when the Baatezu is gone, does Aerin emerge again and scans the crowd.

Closing his eyes, he sniffs the cold morning air.

Something catches his interest, because he begins to follow it, tugging on Hilathic's hand until he follows. Though it's impossible to tell what the boy smells, he seems to like it.

A few feet away the crowd parts, revealing a pleasantly garbed Sensate with long platinum curls flowing down her back, standing near one of the tents, seemingly lost. Even at this distance the most alluring scent ever created drifts about her in a heady cloud, and it seems to entrance those who walk past her.

Heedless of observation, the Sensate takes something out of a small woven bag at her waist; it's a tiny blue glass vial...

[Uathach Blackmantle]

Watching the Sensate with animated interest, Aerin takes a step toward her, tugging on Hilathic's hand to get his attention. He sniffs the air again. A wide smile lights up his whole face, and he begins to guesture excitedly, pointing first at his nose, then his hands, and finally the sweet smelling Aasimar holding the small bottle, standing only a few feet away...

[hilathic]

"You want to get your mother some purfume? Excuse me. May I ask where you purchase the lovely fragrance you now where?" Hilathic asks the Sensate that stands before him.