The mall was never a place Anvion frequented often, but today the blue-haired elf nonetheless found herself stuck within the massive shopping center, Iya tucked ungraciously under one arm, Flitch trailing along after, and her temper quickly wearing thin. Being from a country with technology several centuries behind that of Gaia, Anvion had mostly adjusted, but some places and things were still completely alien to her. The mall, for instance. Going alone or with one of her better children was always an experience in itself, but with Iyachtu it was nothing short of hellish today. But what choice did she have? He was one of the reasons for her visit here, after all. The kid was growing faster than she had thought, and nothing she had fit him right. He was bigger than the twins already, and Flitch's stuff was still a bit big for him... and the last thing Anvion wanted was an irritable blind child tripping over his clothing and erupting into one of his oh-so-common fits.
Sadly, the mall wasn't turning out to be of much luck... mostly because the little cyborg legend had immediately gone into conniptions over the unexpected crowds of people and unfamiliar loud buzz of noise. Okay, so maybe dragging him along WASN'T a good idea.
"Iyachtu Tharindur," she snapped irritably for the dozenth time that day, "Stop fussing! Behave and we'll be out of here faster."
Naturally, Iyachtu was ignoring her. He didn't LIKE it here! There was too much, noise, too many people... And he kept having things forced on him! So now he was protesting loudly, thrashing wildly and making quite the scene. For once the little hellion wasn't trying to shred everything in his grasp, choosing instead to focus all his energies on his flailing.
Flitch, in the meantime, had drifted off slightly from the scene, too embarassed by his wilder younger brother, and unable to do anything about it. So instead of standing around like some clueless person, the fish Sin'aeis had quietly slipped off to the nearest clothes rack, pretending to be interested in some corny t-shirts. Not like he cared for them. But ANYTHING to hide from the scene Iya was making.
He had to get clothes anyways. He'd been growing taller, and to be honest this was the only reason he had come. Now if only they could finish and get out of here quickly...
