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- Amy Sunders - 06-20-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
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It had been some time since she'd last been to this new pack. Amy hoped they had thought over her offer from the last time she had come to visit. If they were wise they would accept her without a doubt. If not, well. There were other ways to get into the pack. Amy wasn't above hiring proxies to do the trading for her, despite the expense it cost. Kohaku was old enough for short walks at this point. Policies in dealing with pack had been discussed in detail, emphasizing the importance of being honest.
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Smoothing her long mane flat, Coli took a deep breath, trying to steel her nerves before emerging from the pine trees to greet the stranger. "Hello there, you've reached Vinátta's borders... May I help you with something?" - Amy Sunders - 07-02-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
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Amy could smell her nervousness. Immediately the dog cheered up, spotting an easy mark. She would be easy to handle. How much would Amy be able to procure from this female? How much would she take off her? A better question was, what did she have for Amy to take? Her eyes measured over the creamy wolf, noting the dirt on her hands. Plants clung to her scent. Working in the garden? Or perhaps she'd been making a poultice.
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"That's incredible, you have so many things! What are you looking to acquire? I can trade some of my plants for yours, if you have any of those..." She was craning her neck to peer at the inventory, not wanting to step too close and risk offending their owner. She hoped the prices would not be too steep, because there was not much else she could give without consulting with her leaders first. She was hoping naively that she could impress them by standing on her own. - Amy Sunders - 07-05-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
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The brown female before her was falling apart. Weaknesses were everywhere, openly available for Amy to take advantage of. It wouldn't even be a challenge. Her sweet air reminded Amy of when she'd first met Kiara. That had been so much fun. It was a shame that Colibri, as she introduced herself, belonged to Vinatta. If it had been a pack that Amy had been less impressed with, one she thought she could get away with injuring the members, Colibri would have made a great toy.
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Coli looked a little crestfallen when Amy explained that her merchandise would have a higher worth. It made sense, though; it was difficult to transport plants for long without them wilting or losing leaves. Some were pickier than others, requiring more sunlight than a covered wagon could offer. "Would two for one be fair, then? Two of my plants for each of yours?" she asked hopefully, tilting her head. It was a wonderful opportunity to get something rare without risking her own life out in the wild lawless territories. It would be worthwhile, since she could slowly replace her own stock over time. "I... I also have some apple seedlings that were difficult to transport here," she added, reluctant to give them up because of their connection to the disbanded pack Crimson Dreams. She could part with a few, though, she did not need all of them. It would be years before they would bear fruit anyway. "I could add some of those to my offer. Or..." Dropping her voice to a conspirator's whisper, she edged a little closer to the trader, adding, "If... you collect poison, I have some nightshade and jimson weed flowers and leaves. They can be boiled to create a liquid form, or swallowed whole." Her packmates did not know she collected poisons, and she did not want to tell them unless she had to. But it was possible this dog would be interested in them, being a female loner that surely had to defend herself from time to time. It had not been that long ago that Coli herself lived that way, and if not for her little hobby, she would not be alive now. It made her nervous to mention it aloud, though, cringing as she expected a negative reaction. She just hoped that would be enough to work out a trade. - Amy Sunders - 07-10-2012 Amy was practically glowing from the admiration being showered down on her. It wasn't often that someone truly recognized the effort she put into her trade. Bargaining and reasoning with all kinds of canines. She had to be sharp in her wit and tongue, able to physically settle problems, and keep thieves away. Most took this for granted, but this was truly the life she lived for. Amy had left Europe to pursue this, and at this moment Amy held no regrets. Her tail wagged brightly behind her, joyful as she shared what she had in the wagon. The disappointment on the wolf's face didn't deter Amy in the slightest. She would earn her trade. Amy could earn anything she wished for, and often did so with ease. Sure enough, Colibri perked back up, coming up with items so she could trade for a portion of the plants that Amy had with her. The offer was fantastic, worth more than the plants truly were. Amy decided that having it all wouldn't be such a bad thing. Her plants were well cared for. As long as the customer felt that she had gained her worth, that was what mattered. Your offer is enough. I will take two plants for each one of mine, a couple apple seedlings, and three small pouches of your poison. A fair enough deal. - Colibri Haki - 07-15-2012 [html]
"Erm, how many total will you be trading to me?" she added after a moment, tilting her head inquisitively. She needed to know how many she had to double to bring back, after all. The pouches of poison would be easy enough to replace, for she had mapped out the locations of the useful plants in the nearby woods. The apple seedlings not so much, but she had collected a fair amount of them when she had made her trip to the orchard, and losing several to Amy in order to sweeten the deal would not be the end of the world. She would certainly be busy today, planting all the new and fantastic flora she would receive, and then scouring the forests to replenish what she had to trade away. She had not gotten a close look at the plants stashed in the magnificent wagon, but she thought she saw a raspberry bush, and that alone would be a wonderful addition to the communal garden. Tea in the summer, preserves for the winter... - Amy Sunders - 07-15-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
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Amy smiled as the customer burst out with pleasure and excitement. It looked like she was completely overwhelmed with what had just happened. This was typical for her, easy to deal with. Her excitement was enjoyable. It reminded Amy so much of why she had chosen this. Amy had given up her life in Europe for these precious moments of negotiation, and the pure pleasure of awing other about what she held.
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Kneeling, she gently scooped the soft loam in her hands, shaking the clumps free from the roots so that she could separate the individual stalks. She needed two of each to trade; that should be doable, she had several of each variety. The sentimental side of her hoped they would be well cared for, and that they could be traded to another gardener in a different pack who would appreciate them the way she did. First was the wild chamomile, bright daisy-like flowers upturned to the sunlight. Next was the fly honeysuckle, common within the coniferous forests but rare everywhere else. It would bear little berries soon, a favorite for songbirds. Beggarticks and her yellow lady slipper orchids were next, gingerly uprooted and laid out on the grass in a neat stack. Her garden was going to look rather bare after this, until she could scavenge replacements. She still lamented that she could not find pink lady slippers anywhere, not since she had them in Dahlia de Mai. That was all the wildflowers she had found here in the northern territories, so she had to dole out some of her precious southern plants. Marsh marigold was handled delicately, since the bruised leaves and stems could cause irritations and rashes. She would warn Amy if the trader was not familiar with them. Blue-bead lilies and blue flag irises were last on the pile, and that made the colorful bouquet complete. She wiped a bead of sweat from her nosetip, the sun warm on her face and shoulders. She would be sure to water everything after this, old and new. Oh, and the apple seedlings; reluctantly Coli unearthed the three she had planted above the roof of her earth home. The rest had been planted in the Vinátta vineyard, but she kept these three close to remind her of where they had come from. They would never pollinate in such a small grouping, though, so there wasn't much point in keeping them separated this way. She gathered the fourteen flowers and three seedlings in her arms, and began jogging back in the direction of Amy and her marvelous cart. It took her longer on the return trip, since she was trying to be as careful as possible not to jostle her precious cargo. She breathed a sigh of relief once the cart was once again visible through the screen of pine trees; Amy was still waiting, as she had promised. "H... here I am," she panted, closing the distance between them. Her first trade was going to be a success. She knelt so that she could spread out the bundle of stems on the ground, seven species with duplicates, plus the twiggy apple saplings. Then she untied her necklace cord with a claw, pulling off the three fur pouches for Amy. "That should be everything we discussed," she added breathlessly, recounting them in her head to make sure. She wanted to be a good ambassador for her pack, not one who made a foolish counting error in her first transaction. - Amy Sunders - 07-31-2012 The plants she had out for the trade were carefully organized, ready for her to carry back. Amy had a drink in one hand, sipping on it as she waited for her to return. It was a hot day, so she wanted to stay comfortable. At last Colibri tottered into view. Amy smiled broadly, nodding her head as she looked at the various plants. She counted over each one, taking in what they were. This would be good. One of he best trades she'd had for a while. That is all. It's very good. High quality. She smiled at the naive wolf, tail swaying. Taking her part of the trade she proceeded to carefully pack them in the wagon for travel. It took some time, moving things around so that it would fit. Turning to Colibri she smiled. It was wonderful trading with you. I will come back to trade again. She would love it if she could get more deals like that. So wealthy. Moving to the head of the wagon she touched the horse, and walked off with the wagon to her next destination. |