07-29-2008, 06:39 AM
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Let's pretend this was here weeks ago, k
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Hel couldn't say a word to save her life. She stared at the white male and tried to find the words, lodged in the back of her throat. She listened to his words, saw his awkward gestures, but that all seemed irrelevant and silly. His coat was so white. She knew that part of her ancestry contained such white fur, but through some game of chance and luck, she had been blessed with fur black as night, something which passed as very poor camouflage in the winters of Asgard. Hel rose to her feet and tried to get her mind to focus again. Kansas. Sadira? Surely not!
When she had decided to play the role of merchant and trader, Hel had been sure that not many wolves would question it. In the new world, perhaps trade and barter would be the only way forward. She had never been in anything but goods she could trade later on, and sometimes food and shelter if she travelled with a pack. She found herself still rattled in the presence of this male. Why? Shaking her head, so wisps of her hair fell over her face, she opened her own backpack and pulled out a rich velvet cloth.
Let's pretend this was here weeks ago, k
DHel couldn't say a word to save her life. She stared at the white male and tried to find the words, lodged in the back of her throat. She listened to his words, saw his awkward gestures, but that all seemed irrelevant and silly. His coat was so white. She knew that part of her ancestry contained such white fur, but through some game of chance and luck, she had been blessed with fur black as night, something which passed as very poor camouflage in the winters of Asgard. Hel rose to her feet and tried to get her mind to focus again. Kansas. Sadira? Surely not!
Sadira? Are you by any chance related to Iskata Sadira?They seemed a bit alike, but then again, Hel had never spent much time around wolves from the same family (except hers, naturally), so she couldn't really say if they were related or not. And then her memory was jogged. Cloth. He'd shoved cloth in his bag.
When she had decided to play the role of merchant and trader, Hel had been sure that not many wolves would question it. In the new world, perhaps trade and barter would be the only way forward. She had never been in anything but goods she could trade later on, and sometimes food and shelter if she travelled with a pack. She found herself still rattled in the presence of this male. Why? Shaking her head, so wisps of her hair fell over her face, she opened her own backpack and pulled out a rich velvet cloth.
Do... do you trade, Kansas?Hel couldn't quite believe what was happening here.