Sage was scared, and it showed plainly on the childs face. Tight brow, big eyes, her tail flared out behind her. She wanted to argue, stay where she was. Nowhere was more safe than with her parents, right?<br/><br/>Didn't take much for her to obey, though. Sage darted into one of the fitting rooms as fast as her feet could take her. Hid in between the rows of discarded clothes on the hangers. Curled her tail around her, trying to fool herself that something wasn't wrong.<br/><br/>====<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"And I lost my train of thought."</span>Tarrok grumbled, resigned rather than anything else. Being decked to the floor was, at this point, an improvement over the new company. Yes, he was stronger by comparison, but he hadn't been prepared for the blow. Wasn't all that hard once you could exert enough force in one go.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"No, I didn't, Naasu. Why are you even here?"</span>Tarrok asked, getting up. Made sure he hadn't lost any of his sons books. That he'd break Naasu's arm to repay. It was fairly obvious that he didn't want to much acknowledge Naasu if he had to.