The city of the capital sprawled around Aestrea as he walked through the bustling market streets before he reached a huge shopping center.
Without a second thought, Aestrea reached down and took both children by the hands, catching them by surprise.
They flinched but followed silently.
Ring~
He marched straight into the nearest clothing store, the bell above the door chiming lightly as they entered.
The clerk—a young woman with meticulously styled hair and an apron pristine enough to blind—looked up at the sound of the door.
Her face lit up at the sight of Aestrea, as he looked like some kind of high noble.
Her eyes gleamed slightly, the kind of look reserved for customers of importance.
"Good day, sir," she said with a bright, practiced smile, stepping toward him.
"Welcome to our store. We have the finest silk and cashmere—perfect for someone of your status."
