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Shopping used to be one of Aleria's favoured hobbies. Purchases-- especially of the clothing variety-- were gratifying.Creeple watching in the food court was endlessly entertaining. An assortment of treats were always available, served frozen in the way the demon enjoyed.

It was all so...normal.

Idly touching where the metal collar had traced their neck, Aleria went from shop to shop on autopilot, longing for someone to talk to but unsure of how to initiate contact. Many of the shoppers were familiar faces, students that Aleria had seen in the halls or in shared classes. But none of them were allies, let alone friends, and the demon frowned, thinking of Otto's words, and of Taym's.

They had not felt so alone on the island, but here in the Maul, Aleria felt dwarfed by everything. Sighing, they dipped into a fabric store, careful of their claws as they pawed through various bolts of fineries and spider's silk.

"Excuse me," they said to a green ghoul that they assumed were an attendant. "Do you know if this iridescent brocade comes in mulberry?"

Aleria pressed a hand to their breast as the ghoul jumped. Goodness, she'd not meant to scare her, just get her attention. It was good accidental practise, they supposed, although the amusement slipped away after a moment's time.

If they were to become a weapon, then. Well. Their life would be fighting, not scaring.

The ghoul returned with a roll of the lovely fabric, and Aleria graciously accepted it from her. "Thank you," they said, quite gravely, and clutched it a little tighter as the ghoul talked on. "I do not get to go out as often as I desire," they said with a smile, "and have been...well. On a vacation, of sorts, the last week or two."

The demon couldn't withhold a laugh as Sophie nuzzled the lace, and reached to do something similar with some lovely cashmere in white. "My name is Aleria! I think I have seen you in the halls, some, at Amity? In the undead dorms?"