<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded as they walked out of the store, unable to help feeling like a little kid going school supply shopping with a parent. She nodded in agreement with his sentiment however. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“When we first found this shop, the man in the back was fairly young. That teenage boy watching him work was an infant clinging to his mother’s skirts. His talents have improved by leaps and bounds. It’s nice to see his son will be carrying on the tradition.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi chuckled a little at the thought. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“We were… fourteen? So the boy is probably only twelve or thirteen…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he murmured, tucking his book under his arm.</span>