The Art Market: Part 1

Ralla · 01-06-2011, 09:24 PM

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Part 1 >:3

Meeting Valinta had been a blessing. With her help, Ralla and Noss had made it to Cercatori d'Arte with perhaps the same time, but in better spirits and company (and the added insurance that they weren't plain old trespassers). The black wolfess had been a pleasure to meet, and Ralla would not mind or find it troubling to meet her again. Maybe on the way out? For the present matters, they had arrived at the border of the territory, and Ralla was polite enough this time to howl a greeting for someone who could allow them into their territory. The howl was the one she had at one time made special for Sugar, but had grown into using it out of habit; that staggering of staccato notes quickly leading into a descending, drawn out note. Out of respectful habit, Noss added his in as well. His was throatier and deeper; more like a rumbling of the earth. Noss could be prideful and stubborn and arrogant, but she knew he would never consciously trespass. She thought hard on her first transgression while she waited. She admitted it hadn't been her smartest move, but she hadn't gone that far in... No, that won't do. A trespass is a trespass; no excuse. I wouldn't like it if a stranger suddenly appeared in my hut, would I? Replacing the train of thought was the reawakened promise of art. Oh, art. Art was all around them, in everything; clothes, writing, painting, singing, stories, nature, dance... The list could go on. Finding out that the pack was one of such talents had been enough of a draw for Ralla to at least visit.

Behind her, Noss kept his usual silence. He was not pleased that he had been cajoled into a detour, but Ralla had somehow convinced him that it would make more sense, instead of doubling back after the recon trip to the Halycon Mountains. He needs to get out more, she mused in jovial thought. She knew he could be joking, but he had always been so stern around her; especially during her first training years. Noss wouldn't have any open signs of weakness around her, even though she knew just how to crack that shell of cold stone. She wondered if she should also find souvenirs for everyone while on her journey...? And then the next problem came up; how did the these wolves trade? Furs? Glass? Feathers? Beads? None of that? She would be sorely disappointed if she had to leave the pack just because she didn't have anything worth bartering for... She had brought some things she counted as valuable in one of the packs just for the occasion, but she realized that, just as she valued what Long Gones had left behind, maybe the Cercatori wolves wouldn't value he 'treasures'?

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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