As she picked them up, she looked over at the sound of a drawer sliding open, and watched with serene curiosity as the man rummaged around inside. He withdrew a flask, and with the slippers in hand dragon drifted over to him as he dribbled the water droplets inside.
“What will you do with it?” she asked, ever interested in the wizard's craft. When she was a child, she and her cousins used to collect knick knacks and oddities from the sea to sell to sorcerers in coastal villages. Shells from deep water, pearls, and rare seaweed were always welcome, but the better sellers were always bits of horn, clipped lengths of dragon's mane, or shed scales. Cast offs, to Nari's eyes, but treasures to humans.