Do You See What I See

Skye Collins · 08-03-2011, 04:00 PM

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traveling market caravan! lots of goods! all welcome! no post order Smile

tal, evelyn, rory, galileo, bangle, and zarifa from cda and anyone from cdm!

The traveling hadn't been as rough as Skye had thought it would be - she had underestimated her packmates when they had built the large caravan. Although it rocked and swayed some, it wasn't overly bouncy or loud, although the chatter within the caravan was - everyone was talking and laughing, something that Skye thought was pleasant. The chicks in the makeshift cage on her lap were cheeping quite loudly, and the pups were crawling all over the cargo, laughing and shrieking as they played. The piles of items the Cercatroi people were going to trade were large and numerous - surely they'd get a good deal for them in Cour des Miracles.

They had only stopped once during the journey, and that was so that the horses could graze for a short while and water themselves before going back on the road. They were holding up surprisingly well, Skye noticed as she sat in the front of the caravan, steering the large vehicle towards the pack that she knew slightly well, as many of its members had visited Cercatori d'Arte before, and they had once held a party at the place.

She could see the borders of the Court now, and she forced the horses to yield right before they crossed it - they were on the edge now. Smiling to her packmates and stepping out of the caravan, she walked right up to the border and howled out long and clear, sending a message - Cercatori d'Arte was here, ready to trade for goods and livestock!

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Galileo Gray · 08-03-2011, 04:50 PM

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At first Galileo had been hesitant to sign up for the journey to some forgein packlands. A rickity old wagon pulled by thoughs equine demons seemed as if it was the devils own design. He himself had been happy to contribute to the trading items, bringing along a bundle of horse hair from his ponies, cut by Iven of course, who had no qualms about letting Galileo bask in the glory. After all, it was Galileo who was power hungry. But when he seated himself at the rear of the contraption, and the pack members followed him on, already starting their conversations, the worries soon faded. Being one of the first to dismount, he stretched his shoulders and sighed as he looked over his shoulder at the others.

The ride was actually enjoyable after a while, he had conversed with his pack members plenty and had learnt a damn site more about them than he would have bothered to learn if he was to approached them on any other occasion. He hope he was showing his worth within the pack, he was a small step away from becoming chosen for the council, something which he had set his sights on. Yes, perhaps he was power hungry, but that was jsut how he survived.

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Noss · 08-03-2011, 05:37 PM

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Time to test out this new table >:3 Please excuse his forthrightness; the man's not known for diplomacy -_-

Taima was trotting along the borders--an every-other-day thing that Noss did out of sheer habit, at this point--when the sound of other horses and wagons hit his ears. Perhaps Noss was not border patrol, but one would think he was when he turned his brown draft horse to face the newcomers. At first all he could see were the horses pulling the wagon--which, he admitted, was more like a moving house--and he squinted hard at how purposefully they were moving towards the border. A female stepped out and howled, but Noss was uncertain of whether or not he had the right to greet these wolves--he was only a Chevalier. But what did they want? The only time Noss had seen such a spectacle was when the gypsy luperci came by his native tribe to trade; back down south in the Crescent Moon Pack, such an occurrence was not uncommon at all, although they came in greater numbers and with more wagons. Perhaps these wolves were the same?

The only reason Noss did not respond immediately was because he was unsure of his privileges within the pack; he was working to get into the warrior class, which would justify a little more sway, but logically, any member of the pack had the right to defend it. The grey warrior made a decision and went down, looking on as other wolves appeared from within the caravan. Many smells wafted to his nose--animals, furs, and more--and although he held himself up high, he soon scented the distinct smell of 'alpha', that which any and every wolf could distinguish. It appeared to be the female with the russet mane, and so Noss dismounted and presented himself accordingly. Rough as the man was, he held honor and the code of conduct quite highly. Greetings, he said formally, bowing his head as he would've back in his home tribe. He would only ever bow to his own King. This is Cour des Miracles. What brings you here? The grey warrior could not offer entrance to the pack lands to so many, and could not officially offer aid, but he could at least try to be polite and find out what the travelers wanted until someone who could came by to sort it out.

Warrior walks. Warrior talks. Warrior thinks.

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Skye Collins · 08-03-2011, 06:03 PM

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they only have one caravan, although it's huge!

Skye was delighted when someone from the Court came so quickly and with such purpose - and with a horse, too, she thought as she saw the magnificent beast bearing its rider. The man dismounted his steed and bowed his head, introducing the packlands as Cour des Miracles and asking what her and her packmates' business were in the lands.

We are of the pack Cercatori d'Arte, and we come bearing hopes of trade, she exclaimed in a rather Bangle-esque manner, a grin on her face. Without another word, she walked over to the enormous caravan and swung open its doors so that its multitudes of items - mounds of wood wood, the chicks in their cage, a heap of eggs, two jars of milk, potted plants, wool, and personal items the d'Artisans brought - could be seen by the man from the Court. It was a magnificent sight indeed - she hoped that there would be plenty of people that would be willing to trade, because she wasn't sure if the horses would be able to go back to Cercatori d'Arte with the heavy load that they bore in the lands.

As you can see, we have many types of items to trade with - my members also brought items they'd like to trade with, she said amiably to the man.

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Strelein von Rosnete · 08-04-2011, 07:39 PM

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I may eventually pp Anatoliy coming in as well.

Strel had pretty much followed Noss, having caught his scent along his way. He had a thought to surprise the hunter in the midst of whatever it was he was doing. But what he found was the scent of strangers, familiar but something he hadn't smelled in a long while. The pack of artists was here and the redheaded man wondered what they were doing here, especially since there were a few of them. He broke through the trees to find multiple people around a wagon. Eying them all, Strel walked up to the man who shared his bed, laying a gentle hand on the man's shoulder while pushing past him slightly. His look was serious but still rather mild.

"Trade, huh?" he asked, eying the wagon, wondering what exactly the goods looked like. His lavender eyes watched the wagon open. The wool was definitely tempting; he had worked only a bit with wool so he was interested in using it in winter clothes. But what did they want in return for such commodities? "Trade is always welcome. I'll vouch for you all here, so I ask you all behave yourselves for my sake." He gave an easy grin, dropping his hand from Noss's shoulder. "Now, about that wool..," began Strel, stepping toward the wagon.

Noss · 08-04-2011, 11:43 PM

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Strel's appearance was both a pleasantry and a relief; as a newly appointed Baron--once more taking another step from Noss in the ranking, something that the grey man sought to rectify soon--he would have the power to grant these foreigners access, which took a load off of Noss's shoulders. Strong as the man was, he couldn't fend off so many wolves had they been true intruders. Instead, Strelein seemed more intrigued than worried.

At the hand on his arm, Noss was very much used to it, and so took it in stride as he smirked at how his paramour looked at the caravan. Noss knew that look; it was one of sheer, cunning interest, that which the redheaded tailor most often showed when he was sewing or sorting through his materials. Like when Noss had been allowed to stay in Cour des Miracles--back when he had been searching for Ralla--Strelein welcomed them into the land with the same conditions before ever-so-tactfully beginning the trading negotiations. Noss shook his head as Strel seemed to go off to immerse himself in the items that the Cercatori d'Arte pack had brought. He, too, went forward after a skeptical minute to browse, nodding in thanks to the russet-haired alpha. Surely, even if he couldn't find something that interested him--which he doubted, since he knew that Ralla would enjoy something in there, and maybe even Strel--the others in the Court would find something to please them. Back in his home tribe, when the gypsy luperci had come, it had always been a treat, even when Noss had grown into an adult. He was looking forward to the opportunity for this to be the same.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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Niro Takekuro · 08-05-2011, 04:33 AM

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WC:300 OOC: yes I had to join > Big Grin

Niro had heard the call, and knew who it was. Skye from Cercatori was here, and it seemed she had something of interest so he left his work, with Jiva in toe, who was learning the man's trade. He wasn't learning because Niro was his father, but because he was genuinely interested. He and Jiva moved through the packlands to come to the border where the caravan was parked. Niro looked at it open mouthed and smiled, Cercatori had been a much better place since that brute of a man, Shawchert, had left and he liked the new leader. He could see that there were even two other Miracles members greeting them. Niro was sure that there was more to come and he smiled a greeting at Skye as well as the others that joined her

"It's good to see you again Skye. Now this is the way to trade, maybe if we head over to the hotel others would be more inclined to see what's going on?"

He turned to Strel, who was his equal now, to see his opinion. He was not going to step on the red man's tail, he had been here first and Niro wasn't going to take any spotlight, he was just certain it would make everyone a bit more comfortable in that area, where most people gathered anyway. Niro was excited to see what they had for trade and from his own trades he made he was sure he could get something here for a great price. Jiva stood beside his father, not his twin like Maggie was but he had some of Niro’s features and was growing, though the boy couldn’t change yet, and he was still a puppy, he was a smart one and he watched with interest at the caravan wondering what it was and why it was here now, but he learned to keep his mouth closed and listen to the adults. He was a softer spoken wolf than Niro and though he got excited he didn’t get as far as Niro in his own excitement.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 08-06-2011, 06:00 PM

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The long trek home had left her with a strange wistful feeling which Caspa was determinedly trying to quash as she power-walked back to the Miracles borders. She knew from all her recent practicing that this particular deep-seated bad mood, that knot of mysterious and inexplicable resentment in her stomach, was one of the worst barriers to a perfectly still and focused mind. She counted steps and breaths and timed the two together, and was reaching a state of near-equilibrium when she saw the familiar landmarks of home ahead. Something was strange though - there were odd tracks in the ground leading towards the borders; something large had been this way, with a multitude of strange scents attached.

Intrigued, the tall lady padded along the trail, following it until the caravan and entourage hove into view, simultaneously a surprise and an explanation. Drifting up behind the caravan as if she had arrived with the Cercatori group rather than being a Cour resident, she stood to listen to the introductions of the traders and the welcome Niro offered. She knew the strange pack's smell, knew it must be the nearby group to the North, which was confirmed by its evident leader in the next moment.

Jiva was here with Niro; it amazed her how quickly they grew at his age, he seemed bigger since the beach already. She gave him a tiny wave, not sure if he'd notice. The intrigue of the caravan's arrival had distracted her from her internal knot of bad temper at first, but now she could feel it rising again. She moved around quietly to the side so she could see into the caravan, and her eye was caught by a tiny fluffball of baby chickens. She had never seen anything so small. They almost melted her heart. She found herself suddenly wondering if she owned anything of worth to trade at all. Scanning through her possessions in her mind's eye, Caspa kept back, just offering small and formal nods of greeting to the assembled wolves; no point getting too close yet, all her offerings were back at the hotel anyway.

Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 08-08-2011, 04:02 PM

Tal had stood back once he'd exited the caravan, feeling suddenly shy. Others came, others watched and spoke to them. Tal shifted his sack now devoid of books, dried herbs, and crystals, then spoke up. "I'm Tal...I brought some books and herbs. I have some crystals too." His gaze peered over the others from the pack, uncertain of himself. He wasn't sure if he actually had anything they would need, but he'd let them know what he had anyways.

After speaking, he fell silent again, watching and waiting. If they wanted to see what he'd brought, they could ask about them. He rearranged a pile of dried lavender that he'd picked in June. The stems were tied with a short length of blue string, as were the other herbs he'd brought from his personal collection. He'd replant others in the communal garden later in the fall, so they would be ready in spring for the pack to use. Others made sweet smelling satchels and the like from it. He sometimes used it in ointments to disguise the stronger smell of other herbs.

He restraightened the assorted polished crystals, feeling antsy. What if no one wnated his goods? Or what if they didn't have something he wanted? he wanted to give Sky a gift, something beautiful and useful to her. He shuffled his feet nervously, hearing one of the males make a suggestion to another male.

Skye Collins · 08-08-2011, 04:34 PM

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members of cda, feel free to trade and have fun Big Grin

slight pp, hope its alright with everyone!

She wasn't surprised when even more members of the court came - first was Niro, and then another, grayish white woman that she didn't recognize. She grinned at Niro, who suggested that they go deeper into the pack so that more could come; nodding, she walked towards the horses that dragged the caravan and beckoned them forward, taking the large covered wagon with them. Before long, everyone was near the hotel that Niro had described, with his direction.

It was a large building, larger than anything in Cercatori d'Arte except for perhaps the Hunting Lodge. It seemed to have many stories, all piled high onto each other, like a cake with too many layers. The wood seemed to be rotting in some places, but the structure was still stable-looking; Skye liked it and wondered if they could build something like that in Cercatori d'Arte... someday.

She threw open the doors of the caravan once again and pulled out the cage full of chicks. "Feel free to start to trade with our packmates," she said. "And in the meantime, does anyone want a chick? They'll grow into fine hens, laying eggs to eat and giving feathers to create things out of! Not hard to take care of at all, either - some soggy plants or bugs will do the trick!"

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Rory Ward · 08-17-2011, 07:37 PM

OOC: The song that Rory sings is called "Come by the Hills"

Rory watched as his leader talked to the wolves that showed up from Cour des Miracles. He hummed a random Irish ballad and waited until Skye brought the caravan to a hotel. He decided to offer his nonmusical skills. ”I can sing bu’ I can also dye fur, tattoo, o’ do piercins, if’n ye are interested.” He hoped that someone would take him up on his offer. He even had tools to do so.

As he waited he glanced over to see that his niece was sleeping peacefully. He smiled at her. She was such a good sleeper. He got put his supplies and saw that he would pretty soon need to get more dyes since he was running low. They would last for a few weeks though. He fiddled with his necklace and started to sing.

”Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo

Translation:
(I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone,
And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo)

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
and stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
and stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
the stories of old fill our heart and may yet come again
where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done,
and the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.”

His niece woke up and snuggled with him, humming along with him.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 08-21-2011, 07:40 AM

She walked swiftly and reached the hotel before the main group, then running lightly up each flight of stairs to gain her room. She took her leather bag from its hook, spread out her tool roll. There were some spare awls and bone-handled knives, one or two of which she had carved letters in. The carving had been almost absent-minded, as she did not allow herself personally adornments, and she had been wondering what to do with the extraneous tools. She chose a few and wrapped her own simple implements back up, before traversing the stairs again, more tentatively. There was a great gathering of the other pack present, and the scents were strange, she felt her hackles prickle at the invasion, although in her conscious mind she knew it was an invited and friendly visit. She shook her plaits back to shake away the irrational unease and sidled through the throng, avoiding eye contact and watching for a pause in the hectic arrival. Someone was offering their wares, another man singing a song. When she heard Skye, she looked up, wanting to catch the eye of the Cercatori leader. Eggs sounded like a good way to boost her scavenging diet, but really she was interested in the simple appeal of the bundle of fluffy chicks. It might be a way to seem less stand-offish, for so much in her life was about severity and strict discipline, but an entourage of babies would be something quite amusing to look after. She wanted three or so, she decided, if her tools were strong enough bartering power.

Bangle Guffawri · 08-28-2011, 05:31 PM

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WC: 764. You have died of DYSENTERY. Also, pp for Skye has been allowed.

The bumpy journey felt like it took ages, as the members of Cercatori piled up into the caravan and made off to the Court. Bangle himself was excited, even as he felt crowded sitting shoulder to shoulder with another and trying to keep his pups from getting into everything. A part of the craftsman hoped that Ezra would be there, the friendly fellow who had shared a drink and memories of the former life they both once had. However, he was also excited on behalf of the pack, to find allies in their neighboring packs.

When they did arrive, Bangle nearly scrambled over others to get out and get some fresh air. He had Erzulie, the most rambunctious next to Nathaniel, in hand, dangling her by her feet. She struggled and tried to wriggle free, but it was of no use. Robert was at his feet as he stood before the caravan, listening to Skye's howl for those of the Court. One by one they appeared, but Ezra was not among them. Still, the strangers were a welcome sight. "Greetings, friends!" He barked to each in turn, as another male with a son and a tall woman ambled up to the group. "Would yeh like t' buy a pup? She's a live one!" The grin across his face, and his tone, could have told anyone he was joking, but a fleeting glance from Skye had made him put down his white-furred daughter and smiled apologetically towards her.

His minions were more behaved, however, as the group started to walk towards the Hotel, inside the Court's boundaries. At least his children learned from Skye to behave (somewhat) properly around strangers and guests. The building they walked towards was immense, and the only taller structures Bangle remembered seeing where the ones in Halifax. In the interior, it was lavishly decorated, with space big enough to house all the individual things each member brought. Ears flicked at the sound of chatter, and singing, as Bangle found a spot to unravel his marvels along the floor.

Heaving his satchel around, Bangle began to unpack things and unhitch things from his belt. With a frequent eye on his two pups, he went back and forth to the caravan from outside to bring the heavier and bulkier things in towards his green-woven mat. The things he himself brought for trade were not unusual to those who were familiar with his wares: Stone pestles to glittering rocks, household objects made of wood or bone, leathers and skins of all sizes piled up. Animal heads and painted skulls, sold by themselves or strung along jars and clothing.

When all was said and done, he sat back and pulled the painted lute from the straps at his back, and began to play. "Come one, come all! It's all fer traaaade, o/`" He began to sing, as Robert sat next to his father and looked around with bright, violet eyes. His tail thumped along to the tune his father made. "Yeh lookin' fer a hide, a tool, or a blaaade? Maybe you, wit' a curious eye, or you, with th' astonished glare? o/`" His strumming got louder, grinning as he watched many pass to and fro in curiosity. "From th' mountains in th' sky to th' underground.. it's 'ere! Look no further, than Bangle's waaaresss! o/`" Bangle finished high, and Robert chimed in with a puppy-like howl. Leaning forward, Bangle mussed the top of his head, and watched curiously as Erzulie poked her nose at all the various things her father had laid out, her rump shaking happily as she studied them with her haunting eyes.

The craftsman took a moment to survey the others, watching how they moved and looked at the different things each member brought with them. His eyes moved to the exceptionally tall woman, who was as silent as her steps, walking towards the entrance of the Hotel and bartering her tools for the chicks Skye offered from the back of the caravan. He grinned, watching the pair, as Skye handed over a little yellow chick in exchange for one of the woman's various tools she had in her elegant hands. It seemed to Bangle in that moment that he had traveled to a pack that was not far at all from home. His wandering days were somewhat over, that much was true, but the pack had evolved into something the former gypsy could put his heart into. While the outside world still beckoned him at times, the tempting call was coming in less frequently to the male's large ears.

Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Galileo Gray · 08-30-2011, 03:45 PM

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feel free to PP galileo passing the wares out of the wagon or something Tongue

Galileo sat quietly in wagon amoungst the oodles of various crap everyone had brought. He picked up his bundle of horse hair, inspecting it lazily before chucking it on the pile along with everything else. He was content enough to do his duty by passing things out to people. He wasn't in the mood for much conversation anyway. Travelling had always tired him which is why he found himself leaving the pack lands less frequently than before. He only really wanted to go on this trip to prove his worth to the pack.

He stared at the contents of the wagon, wondering what it all could be traded for. Galileo himself had brought in a load of livestock, or at least Iven had. Luckily the tricolor male had been mildly intrested in what the German had traded for the creatures. It turned out to be a bag full of shiny crap. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, jewels. He did know that a lot of Iven's trading stock, mainly the shiny things had proved to be made of invaluble metal, but without superior knowledge in the field they were still very pretty and very good rip offs.

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