[As she's looking through her bag of coins Maya will inevitably hear the sound of something hitting the ground. It clinks as it does so.
A quick look will find another little pouch not so far off. If she's looking for coins there's plenty in there and if she looks upward to see where it came from she'll catch sight of that Shadow of hers, skinny as ever and waving to her with a toothy grin. Up there in the shade of the tree he's more bright shining blue eyes and sharp white teeth than anything else.]
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A quick look will find another little pouch not so far off. If she's looking for coins there's plenty in there and if she looks upward to see where it came from she'll catch sight of that Shadow of hers, skinny as ever and waving to her with a toothy grin. Up there in the shade of the tree he's more bright shining blue eyes and sharp white teeth than anything else.]