CHAPTER 5 (PART 2)
REGAINING THE LOVE OF A GRANDDAUGHTER! (PART 2)
The sunset began to fall on the streets of the city and home of Ghamurant. Galia, who hours before had a strong tantrum because for grandfather's fault, chose to go with Aria.
Both make quietly drinking tea in the garden of the house while eating cookies baked by Aria herself, Galia's favorite, since the cookies are filled with cream.
The little Ghamurant, with her mouth full, looked around, enjoying the warm weather that struck the garden, reminding him of the feeling of that mountain when his grandfather told him to finish off that filthy bug.
Aria, taking from the jar next to the cookie bowl, poured some of the liquid into a few glasses, then took a small sip and looked at her young lady distracted.
"My lady, in a little while I will go out to do the daily shopping for the house and ¿I was wondering if you would like to join me?".
Galia, who quickly vanished from her own delirium, turned her attention to Aria, before giving the last bite of the cookie she still had on her hands.
"¿Sure, why not?"
With that as an answer, Aria gave him a smile. Shortly after, she sighed in resignation.
While that request was more than anything to support his master, it genuinely made him look forward to being accompanied during the purchases with the presence of Galia; in that way, the exit would be more enjoyable, but, with Darko in between, Aria doubted whether whose exit would be all, less a pleasant and quiet exit.
Galia, confused, raised her eyebrow, for the sudden change of mood of her acclaimed best friend.
"¿Is something wrong, Aria-Nyan?"
Aria, who was distracted, shook her head. Afterwards she gently stroked the young Ghamurant's ears and head. Galia smiled in consequence of her adorable action and only allowed to be Aria. If it helped clear up whatever her friend had on her mind, then she would just accept it, with no further remorse.
And so, time went by quite normally, until the moment when both ladies are now in the streets of the city Ghamurant, of course, accompanied by Darko, who joined them when they were still enjoying their tea party.
Which Galia didn't like at all, but as long as Aria was there, she wouldn't have any problems anymore. Aria, on the other hand, fulfilled the above mentioned, going from store to store, buying what was necessary and ordering what the budget allowed.
Galia accompanied Aria at all times, looking fascinated at each stand, glancing at the products they had for sale and enjoying the aroma of home-made food that they did in the streets, besides, receiving looks at all times, which made her nervous, because she was not used to this kind of care, since she was rarely allowed to go out alone in the city, although it was not for danger or something similar, but as a precaution not to know if Galia could make a fuss about the city.
In the end, I was still the princess of this city.
Even so, at this time she was accompanied by Aria and her grandfather, with which she could do as many things as she wanted. But, for some reason, shame prevented it. Well, the people treated him with so much respect that it was strange to the little one.
"¡Princess Galia, take a taste!"
Many of the owners showed that respect with small gestures. Whether it was a little of what counted with their merchandise, compliments or applause. This was nice to Aria and Darko inflated his chest of pride.
Galia, little by little, got used to this. Until it reached a specific shop. A blacksmith's shop. This was strange to the young Ghamurant but she only made her way through once Aria also entered the shop.
"¡Welcome, dear customers!"
The rumble of a low voice was the main thing that impacted on Galia, before taking the impression of the tent from the inside. Refined and subtly clean walls adorned with glass where in that interior weapons of all kinds as a display to the customer.
Not only that, since, in the funds, they make various halls, halls that exercise as training camps, either with sword, bow, spears or shields. Rooms that help you to test the quality of weapons.
Through the ceiling, adorned I have illuminated by a huge lamp that looks expensive. But this, precisely in the reception area and where the customer is served, makes a glassware of ammunition, scrolls and sorcery sticks.
All in one place. Galia did not resist and looked at everything in detail as stars come out of both her eyes. In between, Aria made sure nothing was broken and Darko talked to the owner who was none other than Kilmon.
"¿So, it's ready... that?"
Darko asked in a whisper, Kilmon in response, nodded to go behind the reception and bring with him something covered with a cloth. Darko responded with a smile.
""Pass that over here!"
Kilmon, stretched out the web, Darko analyzed in detail and without more than waiting, called Galia.
"¡Galia! Come here a moment, your dear grandfather has prepared a little surprise for you."
However, Galia did not listen to him, being that she was still distracted by the store and its articles, making Kilmon smile. Aria, who looked sad at Darko, approached Galia to take her in her arms, which surprised the little one.
Now, drawn by the force of her entertainment and in front of her grandfather, she crossed both arms. Within this, his attention quickly turned to the cloth that covered something above his grandmother's arms. Eh worried about doubt, decided to ask about it.
"Grandpa... ¿what is that?"
"He, he~ To discover it close your eyes."
Galia grimaced, but obeyed without objection. Closing her eyes for a moment, shortly after Darko spoke again.
"~Now, open them.~"
Without taking longer than the count, he obeyed the command. To take a sublime surprise at the very moment when his eyes regained their vision.
"...."
Galia remained silent for a few seconds, appreciating what her grandfather held: a sword, just as short as the one he had before his grandfather's incident.
However, this one is different, its design is different and it's definitely much cooler than the one your father gave you. The blade, though small, had a good width making it seem much heavier than it really should be. Added to this, at the end of the tip was a small curvature that pretended to be a tusk of a wolf being a reddish color with tinted jet.
The handle, adjusted to the size of Galia's hands, with the knob holding the blade of the sword making curves in an eccentric way. The phallus of the grip, padded, for thus reduce the damage in the hands and improve the grip of this same. Galia's eyes did not take long to burn from the emotion together with the emotion of her body, speeding up a little her heart.
"It's all yours, my sweet granddaughter. A gift from your great grandfather."
Galia took her by the hand, looking even closer. She looked up and a long but genuine smile was drawn between her cheeks.
"¡Thank you very much, Grandpa, I promise to look after her until the day of my death! "
Darko, also sketched a genuine smile next to Aria and kilmon, who were moved by this emotional scene between granddaughter and grandfather.
Thus, the operation !Win Back a Granddaughter's Love! was successfully completed.