04-15-2012, 11:52 PM
The sheepdog glanced over, noting the burly coyote that was standing there. Grinning he waved lightly. Whipping around Amy growled, signaling for him to get back. Obediently Raoth moved, still making sure that his body stayed between the strange hybrid and his mistress. This was excellent revenge. It wasn't like she could ask why he didn't warn her, considering how he didn't have a tongue. Amy turned back to the trader. Sorry about that. He's still being trained. The sheepdog's face contorted in confusion, glancing from the young coyote to Amy.
Still being trained? What d'ya mean by that? Amy sighed, shaking her head. It doesn't matter. Is there anything else you'd be interested in? The male turned, looking over the wagon. He lifted up a small silver decoration, a pointless beautiful silver holder, designed for daggers. Unfortunately it wasn't practical at all, only it's beauty earning it's place in her wagon, too heavy for actual use. This 'ere looks interesting. She nodded her head, taking it from him and proceeding to point out the details. This is a very delicate piece. Notice those knots in it? Celtic, taken from old human runes.
Still being trained? What d'ya mean by that? Amy sighed, shaking her head. It doesn't matter. Is there anything else you'd be interested in? The male turned, looking over the wagon. He lifted up a small silver decoration, a pointless beautiful silver holder, designed for daggers. Unfortunately it wasn't practical at all, only it's beauty earning it's place in her wagon, too heavy for actual use. This 'ere looks interesting. She nodded her head, taking it from him and proceeding to point out the details. This is a very delicate piece. Notice those knots in it? Celtic, taken from old human runes.