Dox looked about the store, her gaze taking in the many jeweled pieces. The girl only chose a few, however. She wasn't much of an accessory kind of person, but she knew that fine jewelry would be needed in the future, so she chose one thing of every color: that way she would have something when she needed it. Dox heard Mizo speak to the jeweler in a language she didn't understand. How many languages did the man know? Amusement glittered in Dox's pigmentless, red eyes, as she kept looking. Only after Mizo had called to her did she turn away from them and head in his direction. The four boxes, all of them different sizes, caught her ey and she was anxious to see what each of them contained. "Special?" Dox smiled as he slowly opened each one, her eyes growing wide.<br/><br/>They must have cost a fortune! They were so beautifully made, and Dox was afraid she might tarnish them as she fingered each one gently. A blush crept upon her cheeks as she pulled her hands away. They reminded Mizo of her eyes? Slightly embarrassed, Dox lowered her gaze. No one had spoken about her eyes in such a positive way before. She had had comments about them, but never in a good way: and it felt different to experience that. "Really?" Dox half whispered before fingering the pieces once more. "No one's ever said that to me before.."