Chapter 10
Their first stop when they arrived at the convention center was the dealers’ hall. “I know you probably won’t need them later, but if you want, we could find you better costume pieces,” Mateo said. “Especially for you, Dazi. Then people will stop mistaking you for a canid.”
Mateo led them further into the booths than they had ventured before. There were dozens if not over a hundred tables set up, selling things that varied from T-shirts to collars to comic books. Kesi, who was a fairly skilled woodcarver herself, stopped at a table to admire a collection of hand-carved figurines. Many of them were characters from cartoons or movies that Dazi recognized, but a flashy sign on the table advertised custom carvings of people’s fursonas.
“Let me guess,” the vendor said to Kesi. “Gr
