34 The Merchan (2/2)

”Ah…” The little boys faced delicately flushed. ”Thank you, mister, for saving me just then! I can't thank you enough!”

Looking down towards the grinning boy's beaming expression, one would typically show when looking at a noble hero, the merchant didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He had merely helped him from falling. Why was he acting like he was his savor in shining armor?

”It's fine, just be sure to watch where you're going in crowded places. You don't know the city too well.” The merchant sighed.

With those following words, the young mysterious merchant walked away from the boy heading further into the boundless sea of local people.

The little boy thoughtfully watched the merchant leave with an innocent look of admiration, before suddenly remembering his group of friends and running in their direction. Of course naturally following his savors words and making sure to go slowly.

…

Further, into the enthusiastic crowd of Shongon city, the young boy had long disappeared from the crowd and was currently resting on a tall hilltop gazing down at the bustling city below him. In his porcelain palms was a small pouch filled with [1] tanghulu.

Popping a hard syrup covered fruit into his rosy mouth; he calmly sucks on it with an empty expression - his knees seated in front of his chest displaying a lazy manner.

For a few countless minutes, the young boy observed the setting sky and bustling city with a blank stare, sucking quietly on candied fruits.

Suddenly, the faint sound of flapping wings could be instantly heard in a reasonable distance.

Tilting his attentive ears slightly, he subtly shifts his direct gaze in the direction of the distinct sound to undoubtedly see a small brown feathered bird flying his way - a falcon.

Not appearing scared by the bird's choice in direction, he calmly looks back at the picturesque scenery, as the small brown bird lands on his shoulder - it's dark eyes flashing brightly.

The bird lightly screeches as if speaking to the young boy, who merely hums in direct response.

Picking up a candied fruit with his slender fingers he elevates it near the bird's beak. Not hesitating, the bird pecks at the candied fruit, sharply twisting a tiny piece off of the delicious candy into its beak.

”En, good job, Ju.” The merchant gently releases a faint smile.

Bright emerald eyes dimmed darkly beneath his straw hat - a small mole placed under his right eye.