<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla turned around as the two of them entered, watching the shopkeep carefully remove the dark blue book from the window. Now that she could get a better look at it, she realized the vines were actually covered in thorns. She absolutely adored it. But it didn’t take long, while the artisan was wrapping the book up, for her attention to be drawn to the shelves of pens and other writing implements, inks, and various tools.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi chuckled a little. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I told you she’d buy the whole store… I don’t think you quite understand what my sister does with money. It's like a black void… no one knows where it ends up. But it usually starts to disappear in places like this…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he ran his fingertips over the cover of a dark green stained cover, pressed with geometric patterns and unusual designs. There was no wooden inlay, but that was more her style than his.</span>