Over the next couple of days, Alden managed to sell the rest of his cores.
More than once he wanted to give up, discouraged by the countless rejections he received. However, amidst that sea of refusal, a few people were willing to give him a chance - including the strange, elegant-looking youth. He was grateful for their patronage, even if they technically didn't buy anything, and even if the latter had attempted to steal from him.
…An action that was supposedly an instinctive, "old habit".
In any case, with this, he had taken his first step towards creating a sustainable source of income for himself.
With this, he could be self-sufficient.
Alden had sown the seeds. Now, all he had to do was wait.
Walking through the light snow, the white-haired young man hummed a merry tune, his joy and excitement infectious. Ignia circled him from above, crying with happiness through their bond.
She was too young to fully understand what her owner had done, but if he was happy, so was she!
