The Art Market: Part 1

Ralla · 01-30-2011, 07:47 PM

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Wasn't I the one who was at one point pestering people about lateness...? >.>

Excited to see a craftsman at work, as she usually was to see any form of art being made, Ralla followed closely behind the large alpha with Noss and Sugar in tow. She knew her brother didn't have as much appreciation for the arts as she, but she could see him from time to time stare at something or listen intently to her stories for however long she could keep his attention on the luxurious frivolties. Her offer for extra payment was rejected, only it made her happy to hear it because it was generous. "That is very kind; thank you."

Shawchert led her and Noss to a clearing where a structure of sorts stood in front of them. Ralla wasn't surprised to see it made of cloth, although since it was attatched to trees she was actually a bit perplexed. Was this the permanant home? It couldn't be, since cloth or tarp was not a very sound walling to be had for all times. She had seen cloth for tents and for nomadic wolves; was this the most ready item they had available for the time? Maybe, maybe not; she would not judge, and actually enjoyed the novelty of the home. She took the rope leading to Sugar's halter from Noss and tied him around a tree where there was still grass to be had in the cold, patting his neck and smiling as he settled in his space, telling her in his broken horse speech that he would be fine. She hoped so; the journey had not been kind to the horse's diet, considering most grazing shrubbery was scarce or gone. Maybe she could trade more for Sugar's fare? She then preceded Noss into the hut and looked around--not rudely, but just curiously--as Shawchert led them in.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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