27 At The Market Again?

Angelica washed up and quickly slipped into bed with the two wolves. She moved closer to Harry and rested her body near him as felt the warmth of his body.

Closing her eyes she just wanted to forget everything. Right now, all she feeling is warmth that was coming from the two wolves.

A tear fell down her face, but she didn't wipe it instead she fell asleep with a heavy heart.

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Angelica felt her eyes flinch a bit. She moved her face away from the light and went back to sleep. Her hand moved to find the fluffiness and wrapping her arms around it.

Harry: "....." he didn't know what to say anymore.

He woke up seeing his master all curled up and wrapped around him, he couldn't even move because she held onto him so tightly. Helpless he looked to Helix who was up and sitting down on the floor.

Harry also looked at the window and notice that it was almost afternoon, judging by the sunlight. He softly called out to his brother and questioned him on what exactly was happening.

The two wolves had a simple conversation starting from the beginning to end of what happened yesterday and their arrival here. Since Harry was sleeping at the time, he basically missed half of it.

Angelica moaned and shifted in her sleep. She opened her eyes slowly because of the light. Looking around she saw both wolves awake and greeted them, " Yaaa, good morning you two. How was your sleep?"

Harry: "Master, it's afternoon now."

Angelica: "... good afternoon!!" She smirked as if she didn't make a mistake in times.

Harry just rolled his eyes at his Master and decided to rest on the bed. It's not like they can go out anyway. Currently his magic power has yet to return to full power and his injuries have almost healed due to the potion Angelica gave. But he still felt some soreness in arm and stomach.

Angelica hopped out of bed and quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. She returned to the room half an hour later dress in a simple blue dress that cover her arms. It was the same style of her dark green dress she wore before but it had silver designs.

She tied up her hair into a ponytail. Grabbing her pouch she equipped it to her hip. She looked into the mirror and smiled. Touching her face, she looked at her eyes. Her smiled soon turned awkward as she stared at them.

Blue, was the colour of her that's both her mother and grandmother had. But it was later that she discovered something about her eyes.

From that day she hated looking at them.

"Those eyes... of only I didn't have them then.." she mumbled under her breath.

Closing her eyes she backed away from the mirror and looked towards the two wolves who were in their own world. When she turned around both wolves also turned away and acted like they didn't see anything.

"Heh, heh! What are you two hiding? Hmm?" She raised a brow at them.

"Master aren't you late? Didn't you need to go out now? Take care!" Harry said and his words were as if pushing her out of the room.

Angelica blinked twice at his words and wondered, 'is he really chasing me out?!'

She sighed and decided to walk out of the inn and travel in the street today. After yesterday's accident, stall and shops either closed down or moved closer to the middle square, where as always business was poppin.

Angelica walked from stall to stall doing some window shopping. Whatever caught her eye she would buy other times she would look between items and struggle to choose one. Just like any that would look through a few dress before wearing it.

She then stopped at a stall with a lot of book and her eyes turned into stars without hesitation she picked up a book and started flipping through it pages. Sometimes she would ask the stall onset some questions about certain books.

The lady was a kind one. She ha Emanuel interesting stories to share with her. She had always smiled to her questions and it didn't look like they were bored of it.

"Lass, if you want to look at more books then come to our shop. We have plenty of them and my husband knows more than me of course!"

"Hmm, I'll take you up on that offer. What's the shops name? I'll go there after looking around a bit longer."

"It's called Marking." She then pointed towards a certain direction and Angelica followed her love of sight, "of you head down that way you'll soon find it."

Angelica thanked her and left that old lady to looked at a few more stalls.

Her eyes stopped at one of the jewelry stalls. Her hands slowly reached out to grabbed a locket that held a small silver bell that wasn't obvious. Her blue eyes had curious flint and she turned to the old man who was smoking his pipe.

"Old man... where did you find this?"

The old man looked at her and then pointed to his ears, using hand gestures to explain. Angelica looked at the man with surprise and did the same. They both started communicating with hands gestures.

On the other hand everyone was surprised by her sudden gestures. Some looked amazing while some even asked if she understood him.

Angelica patiently answered their questions and finally made her last gesture saying she wanted to buy the locket.

The deaf old man smiled and gave her the locket, Angelica in return said she'll visit him before she left to return a favour leaving him stunned.

A favour he'll remembered for a life time.

Angelica left the stall and decided to head to that book store that was mentioned. She thought about relaxing there and read a few book about her seals seeing if anything would be find.

She didn't mind that it may take time, even if she returned late she would be fine but just in case she sent a water message to Harry.

Angelica soon found the shop that was mentioned early and entered. She looked around the place and softly smiled.

The place had a feeling of nostalgia. She wander the various shelf's of the book store and gilded her hand across the old books. She can tell that the owner took care of this place very greatly.

She travel up the stair case and arrived at another set of books. She casually took a book out and started flipping through it.

She was engrossed into the book that she didn't even notice the person behind her.