This festival of Mahavites's was going pretty well in the white wolfess's opinion. She had done some trading, both of her dyes and pigmentation services, as well as in the new “commodity” she discovered that was turning out to be quite popular. Still, despite her sudden new found profession and all the male attention she could get, her mind was on someone oh so different than the guys. Luckily she learned that most of the guys would just trade for her time, rarely did she actually give her body, but still. The person she had met had already taught her much about the craft, even if it was just by watching her. Soul... she was... some kind of woman.
Orin smiled and chuckled softly to herself as she thought of her new friend. Meandering through the tents and stalls, she revisited one particular place that had a fine brocade fabric she liked. The material was still there, but the price tag still surpassed her budget. She didn't even know what she would do with it if she got it, anyway, although a nice, decadent silk cloak sounded like fun.
Moving on, she wandered down the path to another stall full of gold and gems. Golden table ware, ornamented chalices, and other things purportedly meant for dining but that she didn't know what they really did hung from the makeshift walls. These things were pretty, but she really didn't care to look at them for long, since they didn't make much sense to her.
She wandered out of that tent and into the center of the 'street', eyes peering up and then down the road, half searching for the chocolate toned woman she had met the other day, but there were no flocks of men swooping around one point so she assumed Soul wasn't out and about right now. A small sigh hung on her lips as she turned to peer down the road and espy the makeshift stable down at the end of the way. Oh, once again she found herself looking at the livestock – this time from afar – and wishing that she could trade for something. A pig, a llama... maybe even a horse. She so enjoyed riding on horseback, yet the one mare she often rode belonged to Cercatori d'Arte, and not herself.
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