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Slow and careful, that's how she had to walk for him. He kept stumbling and that made her cautious of the speed and distance in which they moved. The streets were surprisingly empty, but it was a school day and it was a small college town. She hummed softly, enjoying being close to someone again as they trekked down thee main roads. She came to a stop in front of a small cafe on a street corner, a bright neon sign reading 'open' dangling in the window.
She pushed the door open, allowing him to pass through the doorway before her and allowing her to notice the small bell on the door before closing it behind them. A wall on one side was liked with booths, while another had a bar and a door to the back. Along the back of the bar sat a long open coffee brewery, sitting only an aisle away from the bar where patrons could sit. The rest of the room was filled with tables of varying sizes and a jukebox in the corner. She glanced around the cafe with a lazy grin.
"You choose the seat, doll."

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Heated hands took hold of shivering ones across the table before she rose and reseated herself next to the shivering demi-god. She could understand why he would be freezing, having changed temperatures so violently hours beforehand, and now he was weak and in an lightly cooled area, he would be frozen. She was warm enough so she would aid. She brought him to lean against her as she though of how to word it properly word her answer. It wasn't very hard to answer, just she could say something stupid and mistakenly offend someone.
"Dragon sickness... is a term used by our kind for... our... rather unusual habit of coveting and hoarding precious metals and gems. It makes us crazy and we hut these things down when we don't have enough. As you can see, I have fallen victim to it. I can't go without my jewelry and hair pieces..." She looked away in shame, her sickness being one of her most hated subjects. It was a subject of shame for her people to be brought so low as to crave rarities with a violent fervor.

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She perked up swiftly and stared at the space before them. He would... buy... her something? He would purchase something for her to wear? But? Why? She shook her head, throwing out the beginnings of doubt and smiled at the other softly.
"T-thank you... I... Let me go get that for you." She rose slowly, making sure he wouldn't freeze by placing one of her warmest scarves on him and went to the counter. She signaled for the barista on duty, a young boy from another town over, and ordered their drinks, throwing in a couple of warm treats to help Vincent. She quickly and discretely pulled money from a purse tied to her thigh and paid for the whole of the order. She gave the barista a sly smirk and walked back to the table, pulling a feather from her hair and playing with it. She slid back into her spot, deftly placing her feather into his hair and returning to holding his shivering hands again.

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She smiled softly, taking the offered money and sliding it away, planning on giving it back to him at a later time. She took a sip of her own drink, staring out the window at the falling autumn leaves. She leaned against the demi-god lightly to feel for tremors and noticed nearly nothing. She hadn't realized he was staring at her as she took in the world outside. It was so different from where the grew up and where she moved about after that. She smiled softly, her feathers fluffing again in joy.

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Ice colored eyes slid along the line of shops that lined the opposite side of the street, taking in all the details she could with her resurrected eagle like vision. It was easier than window shopping and she never had to move an inch. Her attention was pulled from staring at the new fashions being put out by the small shops when her chin was gripped gently and she was pulled into a soft kiss. She chuckled softly at his abashed actions following the kiss, the slight blush looking good on the once pale skin. She turned her attentions to the outside once more to find something she hadn't seen since her traveling time.
It was discrete, something that the dull eye wouldn't catch very easily. But she did. And she was overjoyed at the prospect that it brought to her. It was a small doorway, nestled tightly between two shops. The door looked old, an old stained glass door whose colors had dulled by the sun and time. A small sign reading 'open' sat on what she supposed was a nail hanger in the center of the door. Small doorways between shops were common in large towns and cities. It meant a small, antique and interesting shop. And where there were antiques, there was usually a steal for old jewelry! She smiled brightly at the thought and made her mind quickly.
With a slow stretch, she moved out of the booth, a pop escaping her spine as she moved. She pulled Vincent into a slow and soft kiss, transferring her warmed shawl to his shoulders in his moment of inattention and whispered she would only be a short while. She made her way to the door, pulling the barista close and telling him softly to care for the other until her return. All she needed was the quick nod and smile and she was off. The outside air was a bit brisk, but she payed it not mind as she had her attention set on the small door that would lead her to something interesting... At least that's what she hoped.
Twenty minutes later found her walking back out of the store, a good amount of coin lighter, but a good amount of items heavier. Rose gold hugged her ears in the form of cuffs, intricately carved bone hung from her lobes, mother of pearl rings slid through her lips, held tightly shut against carved hematite balls. Several picks of bone sat in her hair, barrettes of abalone clipped into braids. A small leather pouch at her side hit her hip as she walked, full of more jewels and items she'd bought. Bought wasn't right term though... More like, bartered for. The shop was all she thought it would be and more.
The small door led to a dimly lit staircase that smelled of old cedar and blue sage. Her sinuses burned at the scent, being more of a decorative scent and not a purifying agent. Decorative scents like this hurt her nose greatly as it was overly potent and was not natural. She made her way up quickly, holding her breathe as best she could till she reached the top. She noticed a small incense burner at the top and sighed in relief that it wasn't the smell of the shop. If anything, it was to ward most people off. Urania wasn't most people so she pushed through the next door which looked eerily like the first door and smiled brightly at the small shop that greeted her.
The smell of cedar was very potent, mixed with a soft earthy tone and the gentle scent of white sage. The walls were lined with bookshelves of old tomes and glass cases full of a number of different items, mostly jewelry. Tables about the room held bowls, books, potion ingredients, and a number of other items. Her eyes quickly caught on the jewelry cabinets and she made a be line there. After several moments of picking out what she wanted, her attention was drawn to a dark feeling coming from a specific glass cabinet. The glass was black but still translucent, the wood about it was pale and old, making the cabinet itself seem ancient, but what was interesting wasn't the cabinet, but it's contents... It felt wrong. Heavy and dark. 'Cursed items', her mind supplied and she finally realized where she was. She was in a Caravan child's store! An elderly lady, the shopkeeper she would soon learn, caught her attention and soon a bargaining game began between the two, voices raising and wine being shared. She left some time after, laughing and telling the woman she would return soon. She may spread word around the school about the place... Or keep it to herself. It mattered not.
She reentered the cafe with her usual Cheshire grin, her eyes shining in pure mirth at her purchases. She waved the barista over and ordered another round of drinks with small sweets. She then slid into the booth again and nudged against the chilled man. She took her shawl back and nuzzled him, still smiling like the cat that got the canary and the creme.
"I found a caravan child! And we had a nice time bartering over items. You may like it in there. Old books of old knowledge, odd pieces of technology and weaponry, cursed items, potion makings, and amazing old fashioned jewelry!"

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