<span style="color: Indigo">"T'ey are for sale, around t'e world you tell me, monsieur?"</span>A small amount of disappointed was readable in her face, nonetheless it disappeared immediately. If she wasn't able to sell these little things herself, it couldn't hurt to buy one. She had always been fascinated about birds and flying, and the cute little mockingbird she had put back on the shelf, looked almost to adorable to pass on the opportunity to see it alive.<br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">"Monsieur.. Is 'et possible to see the little bird alive? I am not interested in big cats, nor shiny things. I am a woman wit' a love for t'e more small but impressionnante wellmade and crafted inventiones. "</span>She carefully picked up the little bird again, and looked with an honest smile of expectations to Volex.<br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">"Sil vous plait, monsieur. Could tu, do me t'e pleasure?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>