Re: The Shop Stalls - Damon and Open
"She is that," Damon said, nodding at the woman, indicating that he would take it. He appreciated art, although one wouldn't know it by looking at him. When someone had an eternity, they often picked up things along the way, at the different points in their life.
He looked at the man standing next to him, blue eyes scanning for some sort of clue as to his status, whether it be slave, master, vampire, or a check box in the other column. He didn't think they had met before, at least he couldn't place him right away. "Are you doing a little shopping, or just wandering?" he asked as the woman wrapped up the gift that would decorate the walls of the house.