Celandine pouted ridiculously before lowering the blade slowly. She pushed her hoof along the floor, making little scraping sounds. As she huffed and then set the scimitar down on the ground she looked back up to the red-haired man and decided something.

"You're weird," she told him. "Like mother."

She she twisted around and gestured to Vaeron. That tiny tail tucked at the bottom of her spine twitched as she waved her hand at him.

"Sorry Mr Nevin sir," she said, "I don't have money."

Vaeron utterly sighed, hugely and exhausted, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. Annoyance came into him, and he thought about just remaining where he was. As his hand fell he turned around, eyeing the beasts behind him. Megladon lifted his massive head and huffed at his master at the same time as allowing a fine length of man to fall across half of his face. Vaeron grunted a laugh, the corners of his mouth never turning but the noise still there. If he could he would have smiled at his very old friend.

Thump thump.

He turned back around.

And now she was banging on the glass. Letting out a sigh Vaeron decided he was never going to go out with Celandine alone. Yes he felt sorry for the girl, a little, stuck in the fortress with her lessons for days on end. When he had been the same age all he had wanted to do was adventure too. Though the forest surrounding the fortress gave some sort of ability to have fun, Celandine was never allowed to go far. She was the Lilies princess after all.

Rolling his great eyes Vaeron shifted and began to move. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he shouldered open the door and came into the room, huge knife at his waist. Seeing the scimitar on the floor he nodded at it and spoke.

"Pick up the weapon. You don't leave weapons lying around."

Celandine giggled and ran over to get the sharp thing as Vaeron strode further in. He blinked at the sweets on the counter.

"How much is that currently she has collected?"