“Well, I suppose you could buy one as a pet too,” the farmer shrugged, hand rubbing across his short beard while he watched Navia enjoy the baby animals. She only glanced up at him a moment before she was returning her attention to one of the lambs bleating at her. “No, I couldn’t,” she answered him with a longing sigh. Never would she have guessed she would want a sheep, but now that she was petting one and charmed by its soft coat and big eyes, Navia wanted one. She knew it was not something she could have at the time though. Wyndagar was miserable on the<i>Uttarana</i>; how would a baby of any kind react? “I’ll be on a ship for the next week or so, then have to travel by horseback for likely another week at the least,” Navia explained regretfully, “There would be no way we could bring a lamb with us.”<br/><br/>Oh, but how she wished they could. It was ridiculous of her, but the little animals were just so sweet with their excited energy and tufts of white atop their heads. She was scratching one behind its ears when she heard Théadan’s voice coming close. She grinned over at him despite his teasing words and shrugged. “I couldn’t resist,” she admitted, eyes giving him a quick search to see if he had decided to purchase a new quill. She saw no bright red feather, so she figured he had opted out. She started to ask him why he hadn’t gotten one, but turning her attention to him had lessened her focus on the lamb, which bleated at her in protest and bumped up against her hand for more attention. “They’re just so sweet,” Navia sighed, happy to see Théadan had also fallen victim to wanting to touch.<br/><br/>She also knew they needed to move on before she caved and decided she could figure out some way to bring one of the lambs back to Khlurios with her. After one last departing pat to the furry white animal, Navia withdrew her touch, “We should move on before I decide I need every last one of these animals.” Because if she gave in and thought to buy one, would that one not need a friend? And if she bought a friend, then what about the others left in their enclosure? Wouldn't they be jealous or upset? It was a slippery slope, one Navia could barely keep herself from sliding down. To help keep herself in check, Navia reached for Théadan’s to take while she moved to stand, “Come on,<i>kamin</i>. We should keep going. I don’t think we have more than a couple hours of light left before the sun sets and I don’t want to try to find that tavern Risho mentioned in the dark.”<br/><br/>Once they were a few steps away from the sheep farmer, Navia edged closer to Théadan, her dark eyes a mixture of surprise and sadness. “He was selling them as food,” she pointed out, though she had an inkling Théadan likely knew that already. He tended to have more street smarts than her and was less sheltered than she had been, so he had probably known exactly what the Mes’Mo’Tanian farmer was doing. “And wouldn’t it be nice to have a few?” She asked while smiling up at him, “That cottage by the sea you have spoken of would surely have a barn nearby, right? I could have my own little herd of lambs to follow me around while I…well, I don’t know what I’d be doing, but they would follow me.” Navia honestly did not know what she was going to do with her time after they returned to Khlurios. Much of what she had done prior to meeting Théadan seemed superficial and unnecessary. She paused to glance around, unsure of what would gain their attention next, “Where should we go now?”