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sorry for the delay, guys! no post order  tal, evelyn, rory, galileo, bangle, and zarifa only!
She had rallied up the support for this great caravan adventure - the first with the caravan, in fact. She had loaded the large mobile home with piles of wood, plants, crafts, leathers, wool, milk, eggs, and even chicks, which she had put in a safe corner in a makeshift cage in the caravan. She was glad so many were coming - Taliesin, Evelyn, Rory, Galileo, her mate Bangle, and even a new member named Zarifa. She hoped that this large, almost massive traveling market would launch off; to be safe, she decided to start with a pack nearby - Cour des Miracles.
As soon as the caravan was hooked up to two horses who were young and rearing to go, she lead them to the border of the pack. Satisfied, she turned back to the center of the pack and let out a loud, commanding howl, one that would tell all those who had agreed to come to come and bring their own belongings to trade with if they wished - the more the merrier! Her howl carried across through the land, and after a while it stopped echoing. Skye then leaned back against the caravan and waited.
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WC → :: What is this, Eve is happy? So rare! :o
A distant, but familiar, howl echoed across the Cercatori land, calling few in particular to it. The sound even reached to Thornbury, to where Evelyn waited, outside on the porch swing she finished before her arm was broken. The hanging seat was one of her creations, but it was a shadow compared to the caravan that held a piece of her, being one of the last things she made before her accident. The girl was happy, to help out the pack in a more indirect way than what was her rank, and was willing to accept to go when she was asked to go on the caravan’s first journey. It was even better when she heard that Taliesin was coming along as well; another creator of the caravan shall also be going on its maiden voyage.
Though she had second thoughts, she was also bringing along some of her own products to trade with: among them was tools, but also small trinkets of all sorts that she could manage to part with, all carried within her bag so that her hands was free. Evelyn had a little extra skip in her hobbling step as she headed for the border, hoping that her injuries would not make her late, which was why she left Thornbury as soon as she heard the call. Luckily, she made it, and after giving the horses a nice rub and pat on their necks, quietly telling the beasts her thanks for their upcoming trip, smiled to the awaiting woman brightly in greetings; her face had not lightened up like so lately. “Hey, Skye,” the hybrid said, her voice also cheery, “I brought along some other things to add to the stock to trade with, if you don’t mind.”
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Road trip! WC: 427
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The upcoming trip was an anxious one, and Bangle found he could hardly sleep the night before. It was partially due to the very first pack trip in the caravan, but when the coywolf informed his rambunctious children that they'd be coming along.. the day just didn't seem to come fast enough. By the time morning did come around, the craftsman found he was already packed, from satchel to things dangling on his waist belt.
It was a good thing he was ready too, for when daylight awoke Erzulie had come bounding onto their bed yelping with joy. "Car'van! Car'van!" She yipped, staring into Bangle's sleepy face with her haunting yellow eyes as she stood on top of him. Robert was on the floor, at the foot of the bed, his tail wagging slightly but with an obvious nervous expression on his young face.
He had awoken with a start, and Skye had gotten up earlier to prepare. He knew she was excited as well, and by the time he had heard her howl into the sky, her pups responded inside the house with their young howls as well. "We're comin', mama," Robert would call, as he was scooped up along with his sister under their father's arms. They wriggled and struggled under his grasp, as Bangle walked them outside to where the finished caravan stood. "Hold still, would yeh?" He would snap at the two, but their impatience knew no bounds.
The two siblings finally dropped from Bangle's arms, and dashed quickly towards the front of the caravan, walking in and out of the horse's feet. "'Ey! Get back 'ere ya lil' minions!" Bangle shouted, unaware that Evelyn had just arrived as well. Before Bangle could make it towards the front of the wagon, his pups quickly ran around to the back, and Erzulie hopped into the back with the other trading goods. "C'mon, Robby! We're cargo!" She called to her tentative brother, still on the ground. 'Zulie wasn't really sure what the word meant, but she had heard her parents say it often, so it must have been good. Robert wriggled his entire body before he finally jumped in, albeit clumsily and scaring the little chickens in their makeshift cage.
With a sigh, Bangle rolled his bright orange eyes and couldn't help but laugh at his children. Approaching Skye and Evelyn, a grin was plastered on his face. "Don' s'pose we can trade live ones on this trip, eh?" He said jokingly, nearly bracing himself for the whooping he'd receive from the red headed female.
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So he was going on a caravan with his niece. Rory was rather excited. Saorise was also excited, though she had no clue what was going on. He walked over to her that morning and went to pick her. ”Unca!” She chirped. It seemed that was her first word and so far her only one. ”Are ya excited, me wee lass?” She nodded as though she could understand him but she really didn’t. She would agree with whatever her uncle said no matter what. At least for now. When she was a teenager, that would be a whole other issue.
He picked her up and grabbed his mandolin and tool bag. He could entertain people and if he needed to, he could do fur dying or tattoos or piercings. He had given himself piercings and a tattoo so he could easily do it to others. When he got to the border, he spotted one female he recognized and two other adults that he didn’t. He nodded his head at Skye and said, ”Good mornin’, ma’am!” He gave the other adults a polite nod and grinned at the pups who were a little bit older than his niece. So he wouldn’t be the only one with a little one.
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He didn't want to go. Not really, horses and a rickity old wagon didn't appeal to his mind, but as long as he was proving his worth to the pack he was content. Keeping a nice distance away from the horses, horrible things, he moved towards his pack mates. He held within his hand a large bundle of horse hair, cut from the mane and tail's of his ponies, as done by Iven. Galileo had no intentions of touching them, even standing next to them was a stretch. Iven had told him what the hair was useful for, Galileo had only partly listened. The grey wolf was practically behind everything Galileo ever did. Iven had always made his friend look good and the loyalty had even stretched into the Canadian wilderness.
As he borded the wagon he spoke, 'I've brought some horse hair to trade too. It's good for brooms and thread, and probably some other things'. He could only remember two of the things Iven had informed him of, the other uses had long been forgotten by the birch backed gentleman. He turned to look at Bangle and his pups, smiling at them as the hopped into the back with the trading items. He didn't mind puppies, though he could never really consider ever having his own any time soon. They always seemed too much of an inconvinience for him.
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Tal arrived in time to hear Galileo's words about horse hair. He climbed into the wagon, greeting each member in turn. He'd left a note for Liam, not even knowing if the boy would be home to find it or not. His mind was on his sweet Sky and the talk they'd had. She'd given him permission to court her, and he intended to do so. He wanted to win her over, to earn her trust and love, to someday call her his mate. He hoped he'd find some useful things in the pack they were going to visit. Or perhaps, something nice for Sky. New earrings, maybe. Something.
Evelyn, Skye, Bangle, Galileo. He recognized each of them. He didn't recognizer the other one. He smiled warmly, though, and attempted to strike up a conversation with the new face. "Hey there. I'm Tal. Writer, sometimes healer, and sometimes gardener. Planted the garlic, helped build the caravan." He grinned crookedly, raking his fingers through his short messy mane before straightening the pack he'd carried.
OOC ~ Sorry for replying so late x.x
WC ~ 219
Zarifa had been laying on her bed reading a book she found lying around when she heard Capitana's howl. She could tell that it meant the caravan would be setting off very soon. She closed her book and placed it inside her bag along with the small gems and pearl necklace she found. Getting up quickly Zarifa grabbed her leather bag and placed it over her head, behind her left arm. She walked into the kitchen to put away the rusty tools that she found inside a drawer. Shutting the drawer Zarifa exited the kitchen and headed towards the front door. Closing the door behind her she left the house in search for the caravan. As she arrived Zarifa noticed she was a bit late and walked over to Skye to apologize. "I am sorry for being late Capitana. Also, I was searching through my new house when I saw a few gems and a pearl necklace. I was hoping to contribute the gems to our trade and I wold like for you to have the pearl necklace as a thank-you gift for allowing me to join your wonderful pack." Zarifa said while keeping her eyes downward as a sign of respect. She took the necklace from her bag and held it out to Skye for her to take.
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