[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center]

[color=5ec4b3]”....The gift is whatever you wish it to be. Within reason.”[/color] Kagan says, polietly ignoring Bree as she scaled him to regain her balance. It was...a tolerable indignity, given the situation. That said, he did still have to stifle a chortle as Bree hobbled to the window to fix her make up, only to inadvertently flash the world. Teasing her about it would be immense fun, but now with the brand out of the way, he figured she would be more agreeable if he pretended not to notice the slip up. 

Disappointingly, she did not seem interested in running the risk of it happening again and quickly rushed to his side, grabbing his arm and pinning the shirt between it and her chest. It was an entirely a pragmatic choice, he was sure, but he’d be a liar if he said he was not enjoying the  proximity. [color=5ec4b3]”...Seems your sister’s recovered. ”[/color] He says, gently placing a guiding hand on Adora’s shoulder,  pulling the smaller Gem to his other side (taking caution not to accidentally graze either Gem’s new brand as best he could) before beginning the slow trek back to the market. 

He would admit that he kind of zoned out for a while there, the concerns about potential bride theft now somewhat eased through his brides newly minted identification. He mostly let the Gems decide where they went, only occasionally intervening to drag one or the other slightly closer or to inform Aubree that, yes, that is in fact enough shirts. 

He was finally released from his stupor when he attempted to move on from yet another stall, the worlds of the merchant only dully ringing in his ears as he assumed neither Gem would have much interest, only to faintly hear Bree weakly murmuring his name. He looks over the stall, sparing only a second to glace as Adora tiptoe’d to the next stall over to finger through some tomes.

It was the greatest nemesis to any red blooded Drakken attempting to aclimate a bride to their new role as breeder and slave. A cute animal. He almost sighs, slightly disappointed the redhead prooved to be somewhat stereotypical. [color=5ec4b3]”...Very well..”[/color] He huffs, turning to the merchant. [color=5ec4b3]”How much for one of the pups?”[/color] He asks sourly, glaring down at the gem as he prepared to engage in the most sacred form of battle in all of Drakka. Haggling.

[color=seagreen]“1,200."[/color] The Gem chirpped, Smiling like she had not just tried to rob him blind. In so far, Kagan was unimpressed.  [color=5ec4b3]"600."[/color] He chuffs, slowly crossing his arms. 

The womans smile darkened considerably, the mess of curls that constituded her hair bobbing slightly as she leaned forward. [color=seagreen]"You are lucky my husband is away or there would be a fight for such an insult. 1,000."[/color] She says, voice now low and husky with casual menance. A small grin managed to escape Kagan as he continued to glare, the woman was atleast versed in the basics of Drakken economic policy. Good for her.

Kagan pauses for a moment, as if considering the offer while he racked his brain, pulling at the vague echos of words he had heard while Bree hand talked (or been talked AT) to the merchant. [color=5ec4b3]"I imagine these hounds become difficult to sell after the first year.”[/color] He says slowly, uncrossing his arms and placing his hands flat on the table, his gaze now more level with the Gems. [color=5ec4b3]“Hard to train an older dog, and even harder to sell when they, quote 'could rival horses.' I've the luxury of time. You do not. 800."[/color]

The Gem chews her lip for a moment, briefly breaking the staredown to glance through her stock for a moment before retorting. [color=seagreen]"You'd be surprised how much a trained dog will go for. But, I'll make you a special deal, thousand and I'll chuck in the runt for free,"[/color]

Kagan stays silent, now legitimately mulling the offer over. He'd be stuck with the mutt, though considering it was to be Bree's pets that was hardly HIS problem. And he was getting less than his asking origonal asking price per mutt. If nothing else, the runt would make a decent enough meal if Bree grew bored of it. He huffs, not really able to think of a better offer before backing off the superior haggler.[color=5ec4b3]"....deal. And an extra 50 to reward a shrewed business woman."[/color] He says, dropping the coin and the womans winnings on the table. 

The merchant Gem beamed, reaching behind the counter and hoisting a small cream colored puppy into Bree’s waiting arms and tossing Kagan a leash. Kagan lashed the larger dog to the restraint, the little black and brown ball wagging its whole body at the prospect of new people and how interesting they smelled. Esspeically that big one. He smelled like when mom rolled around in that dead bird that one time. 

Thankfully, before the narrative could be further hijacked by the musings of an adolescent dog, Bree managed to speak. The [color=E9967A]”Thank you..”[/color]  was barely audible between the trill of the busy market and the general layer of excitable dog currently attempting to merge itself with the Gem’s face. But...it was heard, And Kagan managed an exasperated sigh before standing, walking over to Adora with a small brown gleeful ball in tow. [color=5ec4b3]”Just take responsibility for them. I will not be cleaning dog droppings.”[/color] He grumbles, the agitation in his voice not quiet matching the waggling mess at his feet. 

Kagan leans over Adora, looking down at the small bound leather book in her hands as the newly acquired pet sniffs at her boots. [color=5ec4b3]”Find anything you’d want.”[/color] He asks coldly, hoping she might be satisfied with the sight of a dog and just accept as her gift as well. Gods he hated big cities.

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