Shopping was also an experience.
The store was overwhelming — too bright, too loud, too many smells. Chemicals and perfume and hundreds of humans who had touched every surface. I stayed close to Elowen, one hand on her hip, fighting the urge to growl at everyone who walked too close.
"He looks like he's about to murder someone," Rowan observed cheerfully.
"He's fine," Elowen said. "Aren't you, Fao?"
"Fine," I managed through gritted teeth.
Rowan shoved clothes at me — shirts, pants, things I didn't know the names of. Elowen steered me toward a small room with a curtain and explained I was supposed to take my clothes off and try the new ones on.
"Why?"
"To see if they fit."
"Can't you just... look at them and know?"
"That's not how it works."
I did not understand humans.
But I tr
