The boy in front of me looks about the same age as that little girl named Rania.
As befits the son of a poor merchant, his clothes are shabby.
Still, his hair has a cream color with some curls, making him look quite pretty.
When he grows up, he'll probably be quite popular.
The boy made a snake sound again.
"Saak, saak."
His mind still doesn't seem quite right.
Poor kid. He's lost his chance to become popular.
"Sat, sat."
"Saak!"
When I joined in with a similar sound, his face turned bright red and he started rustling about.
He's snorting air through his nose, seeming very excited.
Maybe I should stop teasing him.
But what should I do now?
I've been discovered in my hiding place.
If the little one tells the merchants, I'll surely be kicked out.
The carriage journey has been quite enjoyable and relaxing so far.
