Aziramin tugged the beanie down tighter. She looked around, observing the mass of people shifting from place to place, wandering this strange, massive hall. “What is this ‘Mall’?” Her eyes wandered over to the strange, brightly colored map in the center of the walkway. Several youth appeared to be gathered around it, pointing at various sights, and chattering excitedly.
“It’s a place where several different stores are,” Damian pointed. “You can go from place to place, buying whatever they’re selling. It tends to be a big hit with the younger crowd, but there’s a little something for everyone.”
“Where are we going first?”
“You don’t have any clothes other than what you came here in. While I don’t mind you borrowing my clothes, it might be nice if you could find things that actually fit y
