Agnes was walking through the market, humming to herself softly. She saw the little thing and smiled softly, cringing when she heard the price. She shelled out, however, and got to call him her own.
She picked the cage up and continued walking through the market, giving him a view of everything this place had to offer. “Do you have a name, little one?” She asked quietly.
The little harpy curiously looked around as he was carried in his cage, wanting to know about everything, even though he couldn’t do anything other than stand in his cage.
When he was spoken to, he looked up to Agnes. “Little songbird! Be quiet!”, he chirped. It was the one thing he had always been told, and he didn’t think he had a name.
Agnes raises an eyebrow at this. “Your name is Songbird? Or is that what they’ve called you…?” She sighs softly, then smiles. “How about…Marcus? Do you like that? Or would you rather be called songbird?”
She bought little things, including different treats and exclusive foods as she went around the market. She also bought soft crafting materials so she could make some money selling plush toys on the side as she usually did.
“Markus?”, he repeated, curious. A name! A name just for him! He wanted that! “Markus! Call me Markus!”, he chirped, happy.
He had his very own name! It made him really happy, he finally had his own name! He probably would’ve liked any name, since it’d be his, but still.
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