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Violet had gone out to the shop where she had first found the bracelet that turned out to be Beryth's tail ring. She needed some answers but didn't expect to get any.

In her arms she carried what looked to be a bundle of cloths, she still wasn't ready to show her purple baby to the world so the material had been wrapped around Beryth and the young kitten had fallen asleep quite quickly as Violet had hoped for.

She moved quite quickly walking down an alleyway before coming to a stop outside the shop. She just stood there for a while looking at the shop in front of her not knowing whether to actually go in or not.

As she was hesitating, still deciding, a lean young man with tousled dark hair stopped beside her and tilted his head to one side, also eyeing the shop. Thoughtfully, he reached back and scratched at the short, scruffy hair at the base of his neck and a frown appeared on his face. Then, suddenly aware of her, he flushed beneath his tanned skin and offered a sheepish smile. "Oh. Hey." He pointed at the sign dangling in front of the shop. "Has this always been here?" he asked.

The voice startled her a little and she held Beryth a little closer to her chest.

"Oh, yes. I think so. It’s a strange little shop, you planning on looking around?" She smiled trying to keep her voice clam. The shop had always scared her a little and gave her the chills especially after giving Beryth. She wasn't exactly the best present, beautiful yes, disobedient, defiantly.

"Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before!" She smiled and chuckled a little. "Its nice here..." Most of the time.

"Yeah, I just moved to the area." He seemed a bit shy himself and jammed his hands in his pockets, turning his hazel-eyed gaze back to the shop. "What do they sell here? Or make? I'm kind of looking for a job and..." His mouth twisted and he shrugged, sheepish again at being too open. "Sorry. Never mind. The name's Devon, by the way."

She chuckled, "Its a strange shop with very interesting items you should come in and look around." She smiled and was about to walk in and he spoke his name.

"I am Violet. You are very welcome to this village and good luck in finding a job, I kind of gave that one up. Then again I had to, my little Beryth came along." She didn't look down at Beryth as she didn't want to show her to a new person, a guy at that. Beryth was no normal child.

"Come on in and look around/" She smiled again and with that opened the door and walked into the shop that gave her Beryth.

"Sure, I'd love to but..." He followed her in, blinking as he tried to adjust his eyes to the dimmer light in the shop. "I just can't give up like that. I get bored if I don't work and," he cut himself off again and instead paused at a long low table to look at the various items haphazardly arranged on it. "Anyway, every town's got a tat shop," he finished quietly.

Devon barely brushed fingers over what looked like an elaborate mirror. Then he turned his attention to a guitar of sorts but without strings. "Violet? Just, uh, what -do- they sell here?"

Violet nodded as they entered the shop. She kept Beryth in her arms wrapped up and looked around for the shop keeper who seemed to be absent. Was she ever here?

"oh? They sell odd things, there seems to be at least one thing for everyone though." She knew that for sure! She looked down at Beryth who was thankfully still asleep. She didn't want the youngster waking up that was for sure.

Devon scratched the back of his head as he moved on down the line to peer at a chain-link necklace, a plain scepter, a ring. "Really? What is it?" he asked, wry cynicism in his low voice. "Magic?"

Violet looked up and smiled, "Magic? What makes you think that?" She held Beryth a little tighter and turned to pretend to look at something so her back was to the strange man. She wasn't sure what gave her Beryth, it could have been magic or a curse or both.

Something glinted in the far corner of the table and Devon resisted the sudden urge to pounce on it. Casually, he turned, squinted, and then finally reached for it. There was nothing at all special to it - simply a golden circlet, too big for a bracelet, too small for a headband. Upon having it in his hand, it proved to weigh almost nothing but it was so warm to the touch that he frowned. It was gold, wasn't it? Gold shouldn't act like that. Something seemed to spark at his fingertips and he bit back a gasp, hurriedly setting the item down. Then he glanced over his shoulder to see if Violet had noticed anything.

It felt really strange to both want and hate something but there it was. The little golden circlet winked slyly at him in the dim light.

Violet had turned to watch him and chuckled as he put the item back down. "Take it, its obviously yours. Like I said everyone has something in here. I had a bracelet which turned out to be a tail ring." She chuckled but it was true.

She walked towards him and moved some of the cloths back from around Beryth who was still sleeping, this was the longest time she had slept in history! "This is Beryth."

Devon's eyes went wide as he stared down at the little ball of lavender fur. "That, um... She's cute?" he tried. Tilting his head, he looked a bit closer and noticed the ring on her tail. He frowned a bit. "That... You got that here and it turned into... Her?"

The golden circlet flickered just out the corner of his eye and he jammed both hands in his pockets. He had never been a shoplifter but, wow, his fingers were itching to grab and run. "This is weird."

She chuckled a little, "Cute doesn't quite suit her." She looked at the circlet and went to pick it up. "Is this it?" She looked at him and then handed it to him. "You may as well just take it. No one buys things from here, not that I know of anyway. Each person has something, here because, well it belongs to them." She smiled as she wrapped Beryth back up in the cloths that she had, hoping the infant wouldn't wake up.

Devon looked down at the circlet. Now that it was in his hands, it felt even warmer and he fought back a shiver. It was nearly alive. Which was a stupid thing to think but he couldn't help it. Glancing from Violet to the bundle of blankets and back, he finally shook his head. "If this turns into... Something," he began, "I don't know. I mean, I'm in no shape to take care of a kid... Or whatever it is."

She smiled, "If it turns into anything like Beryth you can always come and stay around mine for a bit. I am still trying to get use to it so we could always try and get through it together, as long as you don't mind my brother or our cat." She laughed a little wondering how her brother would react to her inviting a stranger to stay with them.

She didn't mind. She wanted to help him settle in to the neighborhood or at least this area.

Devon offered her a sheepish, lopsided smile, attention momentarily drawn away from the circlet. "I'd appreciate that, yeah. Thanks." Then he started a bit and set the circlet down as he began searching the pockets of his jeans. "Got a pen and paper here somewhere."

It took a few minutes but he was rewarded with a slightly bent pen and a little pad of paper, half-covered in doodles. He managed to find a blank page. "Can I get in touch with you?"

"Erm.. sure." She gave him her address and a phone number so he could call if he wanted. She also explained how to get to her house if he wished to come around at any point. It all made sense in her mind.

"I hope that’s all ok for you and not too confusing." She smiled, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. Oh what would her brother think? He needen’t know unless this guy turned up on the doorstep.

"Nope, I'm spatial," he replied bafflingly. Then he slipped the circlet over his wrist and leaned the notepad against the edge of the table as he scribbled down his own information in neat block capitals. Tearing it off, he handed it to Violet. "And here's my info. I promise I just won't, y'know, turn up. I'll call first."

She laughed a little, "Oh please just turn up anytime you want! You might be more successful at that then trying to call. Beryth might be small but she seems to know how to prank call already so our phone is off the hook most of the time." She smiled shifted Beryth about in her arms, a small mewing sound coming from the purple cat girl.

She took the information from him and slipped in her pocket making a note in her mind about taking it back out her pocket before washing her clothes.

Devon smiled a bit vaguely in the direction of the blanket-wrapped child. Then the smile was offered to Violet. "Well, I'll still try," he answered quietly. "I mean, if this thing turns into a kid or something..." He shrugged and looked down at the golden circlet in his hand. "I'm not even a brother so I don't know how being a dad'll work out. I'll need pointers and you look like you're working it out just fine."

"I have help, my brother watches her when he isn't working and because he is working it means I can stay at home with Beryth." She smiled at him and then looked around the shop.

"I should probably head back to him, it seems the shop keeper isn't here and I wished to talk to her, maybe another time. I do hope to see you around again sometime, especially when your little one appears." She smiled and curtsied before wrapping Beryth up tightly.

"Oh. Yeah." Devon cast another look down at the golden circlet and then offered Violet a crooked smile. "Thanks again. I'll... Well, I'll catch you later. Thanks a lot for..." He shrugged as he slipped the circlet into the pocket of his baggy jeans. "Well, everything, I guess. You're been great." He hesitated for a moment and then, half-laughed, adding, "And tell Beryth that I say hi when she wakes up. If this thing turns into a kid, they can have a playdate."

Violet chuckled. "I am sure you will get to say hi to her one day. I am just glad she has managed to stay asleep, she isn't the easiest of kids to deal with but then there always is a bad one!" She chuckled and smiled.

"Good bye and good luck, you know where I am and if you get a kiddy I will be happy to babysit him!" She smiled and bowed her head briefly before slipping out the door. It was nice to talk to someone other then her brother.

Devon watched her go with a faint smile. Well, that had been nice, he thought. Then he patted his pocket, starting a bit at the sensation of warmth through the denim. He sighed. This was too weird. Running a hand through his hair, he stood it further on end as he looked around the shop one last time. When no one appeared, he finally gave up and turned to leave.

"And if you turn into a kid," he muttered, "I just hope you're freakin' potty-trained already or something."