Enda pondered this for a moment, as if the idea of pants was completely unnecessary and foreign to her.
"A'kay, but thas what I got these rilly big socks for. They keep my legs nice 'n warm, 'cept when they get wet..." There was a pause, briefly, as she remembered the events of the day prior. "So... does everyone wear pants? Why?"
Grayell wound his way through the crowd, headed for the merchantile district.
"Well it's just how things are. Silly, huh? But nowadays, most everyone wears pants. They are very useful though, they can keep you warm and keep your butt dry when you sit on the grass. They have pockets and come in different styles and colours. Just like chalk really. You can wear different colours and be creative with them."
"So... I can get whatever kind of pants I want?" Enda queried. "Uuuh, so what kind of pants are there?" She was looking around at everyone they passed, their interesting, sometimes outlandish attire fascinating her. "...and why's that lady wearing a rilly tiny shirt?"
Now this was a subject that grabbed Enda's attention. "How will it get boys to like her? 'S a 'lil strange. I thought boys liked girls that knew how to speak the old tongues and conjure gates to the Outer Realms 'n stuff like that. At least, that's what Uncle Nyarlathotep said." The flawless pronunciation of such an odd name might have been old hat for Grayell by now, considering Enda was the spawn of such a creature.
Grayell continued to be thoroughly entertained by such questions as they reached the merchant area of Wistvale. She was delightful and it had been some time since he'd felt the need to fuss over anyone of the opposite gender - whether six years old or sixty six.
"Well, young and proper ladies such as yourself needn't concern themselves with icky boys."
Grayell wandered to the first stall with all manner of attire for young ladies, some rather elegant finery.
Enda shuffled around the stall, occasionally picking up something she found at least interesting, before putting it back. She found a pair of what could maybe have been described as pants, if they were not, in fact, undergarments. She held up a pair of briefs, bright orange in color, and obviously meant for men.
Enda seemed happy with her acquisition of undergarments, particularly since they were quite stretchy. She pored over the enormous selection of lower-body wear, and seemed particularly interested in... rather small pieces of attire. She finally held up a pair of extremely low-cut hot pants.
"Can I get this... shorter? I dun want it to cover up mah socks."
She seemed completely innocent of the reasoning as to why anyone would want to show off so much leg, or hip, for the matter of this item of clothing.
Grayell stood with a shirt in his hands, looking it over but seeing nothing. That question brought memories to the forefront of his mind, memories that in all honesty; were always there. He was silent for a moment and then with something of a pained smile. he nodded.
"I did. Once, a very long time ago. And she was every bit as lovely as you are Enda.
He'd watched intently, waiting on her answer... and when she came up with that answer, he laughed in a subtle manner, his eyes shining with delight. He ruffled her hair gently and sat her on the merchant's counter, him lowering to look at her eye level.
"You want your own tentacles? Like your Mom?"
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"Ahuh!" The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Mom looks rilly good 'n she can do all kindsa stuff since she's got four eyez and two tentacles. She always says it's really easy to gimme a bath cause she can wash me and my clothes at the same time."
It was a strangely impossible request, considering Enda lacked the two extra limbs, but she seems blissfully unaware that one can't simply 'buy' an extra body part.