Why did everything she liked have to be dangerous? Her pets were violent, poisonous, or a combination of the two. She wanted things like Hunters and Mekkayena and all sorts of things that could kill her. Schizophrenic, twitchy robots and cute little teddy bears that wanted to tear every living thing to pieces. He wondered why she couldn't just be a child again, someone he could just hold and keep safe without worrying about her running off on some crazy adventure.
The Bruma lumbered through the undergrowth, not entirely sure he would be able to find what he was looking for out here. He wanted a present for Azura, something that would possibly win the bear back into her good graces. After he had forbidden her from headed off on some gods-forsaken adventure she had been angry at him. That had been almost two weeks.
She never managed to stay angry at him that long.
So here he was, in the middle of a place most aptly named "the Slums," looking for a snail. He knew she had wanted one of these snail things for a while, and snails didn't seem all that dangerous. Plus, these ones looked kinda cute despite the spikes. That should get her to call him Squishy again.