"You know, Xaltal..." Aymara began, her voice barely audible over the bustle of the crowded mall. She clutched the old, worn bag tightly, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the doll inside. A faint rustling came from within, making her eyes gleam with an unsettling brightness that caught Xaltal's attention immediately. He sighed deeply, recognizing that look. Whatever was about to happen, it was likely to be anything but simple.
Sighing, Xaltal began shoving people out of the way with calculated force, though his movements lacked aggression. His towering frame easily cleared a path, yet it stirred an understandable amount of grumbling and anger from the crowd around them. Some people muttered under their breath, others threw glares at him, but Xaltal wasn't phased. He had bigger concerns right now—like whatever trouble Aymara was about to cause.
