11-24-2011, 01:52 AM
I'm sorry, did you want a struggle? We can't damage the goods now, can we?
It only took a moment for Amy to clear out all the supplies in the small house. They were even more poor than she'd first thought, not even a second change of clothes. That would be a problem. Amy would have to lend Alexandrea clothes when she modeled her for sales. Still, it wasn't bad all in all. Easily she hefted the girl up, taking her out to the sled. Carefully she wrapped the precious package up, packing the various supplies around her.
Done with her task Amy took a small handful of goods to leave as payment. A book of myths and a couple otter pelts were the chosen sacrifices. Amy climbed onto the back and clicked her tongue. The caribou snorted, starting a good clip out of the village. She frowned, not satisfied with the speed. The powder was only a temporary effect to let her secure the slave. She could wake up before they were clear of the village.
A quick flick of the whip fixed that though. The caribou startled into a gallop. In only a few minutes they were clear of the tribe and heading south. At last Amy would be warm, and actually make some good trades. She was never going to return there! It was unfortunate that she wouldn't make it to the wagon in a single day, but she had enough of a head start the villagers would struggle with catching her. Amy grinned, excited at beginning to break in her new toy.
It only took a moment for Amy to clear out all the supplies in the small house. They were even more poor than she'd first thought, not even a second change of clothes. That would be a problem. Amy would have to lend Alexandrea clothes when she modeled her for sales. Still, it wasn't bad all in all. Easily she hefted the girl up, taking her out to the sled. Carefully she wrapped the precious package up, packing the various supplies around her.
Done with her task Amy took a small handful of goods to leave as payment. A book of myths and a couple otter pelts were the chosen sacrifices. Amy climbed onto the back and clicked her tongue. The caribou snorted, starting a good clip out of the village. She frowned, not satisfied with the speed. The powder was only a temporary effect to let her secure the slave. She could wake up before they were clear of the village.
A quick flick of the whip fixed that though. The caribou startled into a gallop. In only a few minutes they were clear of the tribe and heading south. At last Amy would be warm, and actually make some good trades. She was never going to return there! It was unfortunate that she wouldn't make it to the wagon in a single day, but she had enough of a head start the villagers would struggle with catching her. Amy grinned, excited at beginning to break in her new toy.