01-19-2011, 01:41 AM
[html]658 words. Uh oh, here comes the trade talk! XD
Everything was routinely spread out, jewelry further to the front, then utensils, then leathers and furs, followed by dead animal pieces, painted or otherwise. It became a habit for Bangle, after the years of doing the same thing over and over. He promised himself to make a cart of some sort to set up, so that he could stand next to his wares when he traded in public, but for the time being he crafted and sold at the same time. As he set up the last piece on the large mat, he noticed the rib bone had a few shavings taken off of it, and orange eyes widened in remembrance. Little did he know that it was a sign, but he casually slipped the work in progress back into his satchel, a deep sigh following as the lid was pulled closed over it.
There was no telling what the traveler was thinking about, then. It was still winter, not a good time for packing up and leaving. But this had been weighing on the coywolf's mind for nearly two months, avoiding being so close to a certain fire. The memory burned in his brain, and on his lips, and he nearly had to bite down to suppress it. How much longer would he be able to endure such torture? Why couldn't he just will her out of his mind? It wasn't as if he was new to this, yet his heart was. It was familiar and foreign all at once, wanting to throw himself into the fire, but too afraid of getting burned.
Thankfully, it's as if timing couldn't be any better, as a white female entered the scene. An angel, almost, as he gazed up at her coming in this direction. There was no time to brood over such silly little thoughts, and the big grin he managed to put on his face was now the merchant side of him talking - taking over. "'Ello there, dear lady!" he glanced up at her upon her approach, and decided to stand up himself. After all, it was only courteous to look at a customer eye to eye. How did she know she was a customer? Well, he didn't, but he would sure convince her. He was about to introduce himself, but her eyes were transfixed on his things, and for a moment he took to notice the things she carried with her. Bangle had never seen this female before, perhaps she was just visiting? Or passing by?
In the middle of the female asking her question, he quickly knelt down and picked up the stone she had her eyes on, standing back up and displaying it in his palm. His face was as bright as ever, for each of his things had a story, whether they were true or not was up to the trader. Truthfully, Bangle was unsure where the shiny black stone came from, though it was rough when he did stumble by it. All he did was fix it with a little spit and grit, and kept it among the several baubles since. In the sunlight it glittered like the stars in the sky, and, as the coywolf laid eyes on the small bit of onyx, the story began to form.
"Why, it's an onyx stone!" He said cheerfully, despite the heavy weight that lay on his heart like a blanket of snow. "Oh, but it's no ord'nary piece o' onyx," he continued, glancing back into the female's eyes. He was going to sell that stone as if it were made of gold. "No no.. this is quite special, indeed. Y'see, this came from far up north, in th' mountains." Bangle grinned as he continued, twirling the rock in his palm. "These mountains were large, nearly reachin' the skies. Legend says this stone fell from th' sky itself," Bangle nodded, with a voice that made him believe the story. "Do you liiike, dear lady?"
Everything was routinely spread out, jewelry further to the front, then utensils, then leathers and furs, followed by dead animal pieces, painted or otherwise. It became a habit for Bangle, after the years of doing the same thing over and over. He promised himself to make a cart of some sort to set up, so that he could stand next to his wares when he traded in public, but for the time being he crafted and sold at the same time. As he set up the last piece on the large mat, he noticed the rib bone had a few shavings taken off of it, and orange eyes widened in remembrance. Little did he know that it was a sign, but he casually slipped the work in progress back into his satchel, a deep sigh following as the lid was pulled closed over it.
There was no telling what the traveler was thinking about, then. It was still winter, not a good time for packing up and leaving. But this had been weighing on the coywolf's mind for nearly two months, avoiding being so close to a certain fire. The memory burned in his brain, and on his lips, and he nearly had to bite down to suppress it. How much longer would he be able to endure such torture? Why couldn't he just will her out of his mind? It wasn't as if he was new to this, yet his heart was. It was familiar and foreign all at once, wanting to throw himself into the fire, but too afraid of getting burned.
Thankfully, it's as if timing couldn't be any better, as a white female entered the scene. An angel, almost, as he gazed up at her coming in this direction. There was no time to brood over such silly little thoughts, and the big grin he managed to put on his face was now the merchant side of him talking - taking over. "'Ello there, dear lady!" he glanced up at her upon her approach, and decided to stand up himself. After all, it was only courteous to look at a customer eye to eye. How did she know she was a customer? Well, he didn't, but he would sure convince her. He was about to introduce himself, but her eyes were transfixed on his things, and for a moment he took to notice the things she carried with her. Bangle had never seen this female before, perhaps she was just visiting? Or passing by?
In the middle of the female asking her question, he quickly knelt down and picked up the stone she had her eyes on, standing back up and displaying it in his palm. His face was as bright as ever, for each of his things had a story, whether they were true or not was up to the trader. Truthfully, Bangle was unsure where the shiny black stone came from, though it was rough when he did stumble by it. All he did was fix it with a little spit and grit, and kept it among the several baubles since. In the sunlight it glittered like the stars in the sky, and, as the coywolf laid eyes on the small bit of onyx, the story began to form.
"Why, it's an onyx stone!" He said cheerfully, despite the heavy weight that lay on his heart like a blanket of snow. "Oh, but it's no ord'nary piece o' onyx," he continued, glancing back into the female's eyes. He was going to sell that stone as if it were made of gold. "No no.. this is quite special, indeed. Y'see, this came from far up north, in th' mountains." Bangle grinned as he continued, twirling the rock in his palm. "These mountains were large, nearly reachin' the skies. Legend says this stone fell from th' sky itself," Bangle nodded, with a voice that made him believe the story. "Do you liiike, dear lady?"