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this post is vague, sorry. PPing barry isnt easy. :X

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It had been an early morning, what with the rushing around their fabricated camp to gather supplies intended for sale. Sleeping in had never been her forte but in Barrett’s case, just the fact that he was alert and awake at this hour was a feat in itself. She could only watch as he packed up his belongings, determinedly collecting trading goods here and there. While he probably hadn’t planned on spending the day with her, Lilin had (as per usual) imposed her will on him. Consequently they had negotiated the terms of her attendance and in resume; she was not to interfere in any occurring bargains. In exchange, he would provide her with home-grown goodies to barter away for nails and screws. He also hadn’t objected to her spending whatever was left at the end of the day to her own convenience.

Barrett’s offer tipped the scale in his favour as she readily agreed, liking the possibility of owning a few trinkets of her own. The two-toned juvenile had never been to Freetown and the chances of her ever making it there were quite slim. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she planned on making the most out of it. Before long, her resolve and enthusiasm matched his. Seeing so many attendees was surprising enough. Apparently they weren’t the only early birds around. There were several cliques gathered around the festival grounds; some awaiting the start of their selected activity, others hard at work bargaining with zealous hagglers. By the looks of some creatures, Lilin could only assume they hadn’t yet slept. Or perhaps they had and they were simply hung-over, as Barry had been when she’d found him in the yard. Whatever their story was, they looked like hell.


“You gonna give this guy a try?” she questioned as they slowed their pace and paused in the middle of the mass. Lilin followed her comrade’s citron gaze, attempting to interpret his calculating behaviour. He’d seen something interesting in the merchant’s wares, obviously.


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#2
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Invdegesv

Bah, I had this all typed up and then my computer froze ;< <33


Ulilohi was still in awe of the buzz in this place. At times it filled with such vigorous activity, she could only marvel at its greatness. She had followed her father around as a small child, and he had liked trade with the various traveling wolves that stopped by the Great Tribe. She knew little of this world, but her inner child was still very much fascinated with the bustle and ongoings. Her satchel looked as if it might burst open, and in it were many more small pouches. Perhaps she could acquire some more trinkets and items in exchange for her gadgets and ornaments. Perhaps someone would be willing to trade her a weapon, even, if they saw her items as valuable enough? She had her spear, but it was old and there were so many exciting things to look at and play with. Even if she would not be allowed to train with it, she could store it until she did. Vigilante and Savina could not hold their thumb on their warriors forever, could they?


She turned after having studied a row of pelts, laid out in front of a merchant's booth. There was a shagginess she had seen before, and with a broad smile she lifted a hand and swaggered over to him, calling out his name. "Hey, Barrett!" They had met several times since their odd encounter at the spring, and she found himself growing fond of this very peculiar friend of hers. The young female by his side, she did not know, but she greeted them both graciously once close enough to comfortably do so. The great female gave a short bow of her upper body and then reached out for a hug from the male. She could not be shy towards him after having encountered those mushrooms. "Unalihelitseti, friend.". He smelled the same as always, and her eyes moved to the stuff they carried. Her eyes rested on Barrett and his friend equally, inviting them both to answer her inquiry. "You here for the trade?" She patted her own satchel, indicating that she was, in fact, here for the trade.



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vague again, just wanted to get barry out of the picture. :>

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With eyes afar and obviously deep in thought, Barrett's answer came later than expected. A substantial portion of his attention was already devoted to the livestock ahead and Lilin had to pry an answer out of him with a nudge of her elbow. That was when he explained his intention of purchasing the clucking creatures bouncing around in a merchant's pen. She couldn't understand the reasoning behind his intentions. Quite frankly, they looked useless and rather dumb. Perplexity overshadowed her curious expression, even more so when a woman's voice called out her landlord's name. He turned toward her and so did she: while Barry greeted her with a wag of his tail and a returned embrace, Lilin allowed her furrowed brows to tilt diagonally. She didn't recognize the woman's identity nor her scent, confirming the fact that she hadn't stopped by Hilsburn while Lilin had been present. Was this another of his conquests?


Her fingers wiggled in a little wave, returning the greeting in her own way. Compared to their visitor, Lilin was jagged and unpolished. When faced with the embodiment of elegance herself, the two-toned juvenile's manners only went so far. A statement was then vocalized in a foreign tongue, something she could not understand no matter how often the pronunciation replayed in her mind. It was not derived from latin, or so she assumed. Her comrade's gaze was met once more, this time with a sideway smirk. This little encounter was unexpected and quite entertaining. However, it became clear that Barrett would give her no acknowledgement of how close of a bond they shared.

Instead, he opted for the easy way out. After confirming the fact that they were indeed there for the trade, the male promptly excused himself as he saw another potential buyer approaching the merchant's livestock. She frowned then, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. Mediterranean blue irises met the friendly female once more, noting the height differences between the two of them. “Are you looking to purchase anything in particular?” If Barrett wouldn't give her the information she sought, perhaps his lady-friend would.


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#4
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Invdegesv

<3


Ulilohi mirrored the face of the other female as Barrett excused himself to go off and do... Barrett things. While Ulilohi had met him a couple of times since their first encounter, she had not really expected him to go off on his own now that they first ran into each other here, but perhaps it had something to do with his friend here. It mattered little: Ulilohi was hardly possessive about her conquests, although she did consider Barrett a friend, so it was still somewhat disappointing that he would not stay even for a quick chat.


Her attention quickly shifted from watching Barret's behind when the other female asked her a question, and Ulilohi snapped out of it. The girl was tiny, she noticed, before answering her question. Then again, most females were dwarfed by Ulilohi's size. "I am looking for a new spear, perhaps some wristguards if anyone makes them. But mostly just to supplement my collection of ornaments," she said, one hand reaching to touch an intricate beaded dream catcher that hung in her mane, just behind one ear. Its long dyed leather strings twisted around some of her braids at random, creating the illusion that it was somehow woven into her mane. Still, there was always room for more, or so she wanted to believe in order to justify her incessant collection of beads and beautiful stones. "And yourself?" Her low voice slurred hoarsely over consonants that were not as familiar to her, and some vowels were off-beat, even if they were not. The brown female smiled.



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A derivative of languor was ever present in the tribe female's way of looking at him. Even with gazes disconnected and with Barrett's back turned to them, her dark blue orbs sought after him- most particularly a region of her landlord's body that enticed a badly concealed grimace out of Lilin. She understood then the ulterior motive behind Barry's hasty retreat. Where there had been confusion a few seconds prior, there was now gratitude. The possibility of the trio being reunited in a close future was great and when the time came, Lilin had a hunch that there would be feelings of inadequacy coming from her.

Thankfully, the strange woman's attention was easily capted with a simple inquiry. She nodded thoughtfully at first, assessing the answer provided and its content. If sheer size hadn't been an imposing factor thus far, this talk of weaponry surely made it so. Did they even have anything in common? Lilin's fighting knowledge was quasi nonexistent. Her dam had fought holy battles and taken the life of many, but never in a honorable way. The deception and manipulation of others had always done the deed whenever Lillith Stormbringer had failed to do things on her own. To see a woman with pride and values, capable of fighting and holding her own- it was an awkward thing to see.


The yearling's attention became undivided at the mention of an ornament collection and the possibility of purchasing other goods of the sort at the festival. She hadn't thought about it until now but the Aniwayan had unknowingly caused her to stray from the plan elaborated by Barrett. Construction material seemed so... trivial compared to adornments like Ulilohi's. “Barrett wants new screws,” she replied then, the words rolling awkwardly off her tongue. There was something about the wording she had used that made her want to kick herself. Realizing there was room for misunderstanding, Lilin gave remediating a try. “I mean, nails. Nails and screws. He said I could keep the leftover... plants to buy myself something.” she continued, demonstrating the amount of cannabis she had within her possession to the brown woman standing before her. “I'd like some ornaments too, like the ones in your hair. Do you know how much they are worth?”

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