"Oh, this?" The Turtlan man chuckled and went in to bring it. He handed it to Mark and urged him to try it on.
The soft clothing inside the shoe embraced Mark's feet with a warmness, and a feeling of flexibility.
'It's just right.'
"I'll take it!" Mark said with feist at the leatherworker, who simply smiled at his visible love for the shoes.
"How much?" Mark asked.
"None at all, no coins, you saved my boy's life, I can't under conscience accept any coins that you may give to me."
Mark raised an eyebrow,
"Okayyyy… thank you."
He walked about a little and then went back in the air, as if he were a bird.
It could be the novelty, or the freeing feeling of being able to soar the skies, but Mark was growing a habit of flying whenever he could.
