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“So where are we going?” Adaine asks as she buckles herself into the passenger seat of Fig’s car, still rubbing sleep from her eyes from having been woken in the early hours of the morning.
“I’m not telling~” Fig says, giggling. She turns on her car and begins to back out of the driveway of Mordred Manor, “you’ll just have to find out.”
Adaine lets out a tired yet amused groan, leaning her head against her headrest as she gazes out the window, into the nearly full moon lit night as Fig begins to drive down the street.
Just about 20 minutes ago, he had been shaken awake by Fig proclaiming she had a ‘fun idea’ and not elaborating any further. Besides, it’s summer, so it's not like she had to get up early tomorrow. Adaine figured ‘why not’ and followed her incredibly eager and insistent friend.
Now, she’s being driven to a mysterious destination, with not a clue of where she’s being taken. Exciting.
As the driving playlist she and Fig had made together when Fig first learned how to drive fills the car, Adaine checks once more. “You can’t even give me like… a hint of where we’re going?”
“Not even a hint, ‘Daine. Not even a hint” Fig says, shaking her head as she flicks on her turn signal, “you’ll just have to find out when we get there.”
Adaine sighs. She is really not finding out till they get there, huh?
Adaine isn’t sure how long they drive, but eventually, Fig pulls into the parking lot of a very tiny (and very sketchy) building. Immediately, Adaine is not a fan of this little adventure.
“Where in the world have you brought me…?” Adaine asks hesitantly, giving Fig an unsure look as the other girl hops out of the car without seemingly any worries at all.
“It’ll be fine, c’mon!” Fig urges as she runs to the passenger side and opens Adaine’s door, holding out her hand.
Adaine’s gaze flicks between the building and Fig, feeling a growing feeling of anxiety in her chest. She trusts Fig, of course she does, but this place looks incredibly off.
Fig must see her apprehension, because she reaches out and takes Adaine’s hand, rubbing the back of it with her thumb. “Breathe, Adaine. I’ve been here like a million times with my mom. She’s the one who showed me this place. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
Adaine sighs, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the car. “I get that Fig, and I trust you, but it’s also like… 2:30 in the morning.” She presses close to Fig as the two walk, glancing around at their surroundings, half expecting someone to pop out of the bushes and attack them. “Is this place even open?”
Fig nudges her. “I wouldn’t have brought you if it wasn’t, now come on, everything is gonna be fine.”
Adaine can’t help the anxious flutters of her free hand as the two approach the doors. Where has Fig taken her? Of course she trusts her friend, but… this is new. Fig has woken her about 7 billion times to go on early morning snack runs, but this? Fig has never brought her to random off-putting buildings before and insisted they go inside.
Fig pulls open the door, and practically has to drag Adaine inside with her.
Inside, Adaine is met with the tiniest, and most densely packed antique store she has ever seen.
There are only about half a dozen shelves, and they are absolutely jam-packed with all sorts of trinkets and baubles, the entire room bathed in an incredibly pleasant warm lighting.
Behind a counter tucked in the back is an ancient looking faun woman. She has dark skin and curly white hair, and she’s wearing the comfiest looking cardigan Adaine has ever seen. She waves as the two enter.
Fig pulls Adaine over to one of the shelves, and Adaine physically cannot help the excited squeal that comes out of her.
Scattered across the shelf is the most beautiful and extensive hoard of random little things she has ever seen in her entire life.
Fig giggles, “still sketched out by this place, Abernant?” She asks as she kneels down to look at some bracelets on a lower shelf.
“Hush Faeth” Adaine barely remembers to respond, completely enthralled with everything in front of her, barely restraining the barrage of excited vocal stims begging to be let out.
Fig snorts, then rests her chin on Adaine’s shoulder, “Excited?” She asks teasingly, squeezing Adaine’s hand.
Another squeaky noise unintentionally slips out from Adaine’s throat, and she gives an eager nod as a particularly shiny charm bracelet on another shelf catches her eye.
Fig snorts. “I’m gonna wander around, okay?”
Adaine is far too distracted though to register anything said to her, and Fig practically has to pry her hand out of hers.
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Adaine is incredibly glad she grabbed her bag last minute as Fig dragged her out of the house, because by the time she’s done exploring, she has an armful of different trinkets, and so does Fig.
By the time they pay, Adaine and Fig have probably both spent probably way too much coin on random stuff from this store (it was totally worth it, though.) The two of them leave the store, pockets full of various little items.
“So…” Fig says as she begins to drive again, giving Adaine an amused sideways glance, “what’d you think?”
Adaine is only able to verbalize her excitement through a series of delighted squeaks and hand gestures, making Fig laugh.
The ride home is filled only with music and occasional excited noises as Adaine admires the new hoard of baubles she’s obtained.