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Ithiel de le Poer · 03-13-2012, 03:46 AM

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Form	Info Date: 10 Mar Time: Night Words: 501

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For one other please. He is probably likely to be a jerk to wolves encountered?

Ithiel is by Kitty!

Ithiel was traveling again. He was a scout, but his duties did not lie solely within Inferni. He had to keep up his knowledge of these foreign entities, and the place where he camped was just such a place. Situated between the borders of the two packs, Ithiel could make visits on either or send Zedekiah drifting up into the sky to appraise their borders. Just now, the bird was perched in a small tree near Ithiel, who had traveled on foot to remain stealthy. He had no reason to disguise himself, but neither did he wish to arouse suspicions and troubles.

He was armed, the quiver around his back and the bow leaned against Zedekiah's perch. His knife was in its usual spot along his arm, and Ithiel was well-prepared for an approach during the daytime -- Zede kept him appraised of any canine movements, and he had been able to avoid three such potential encounters in this manner. Once, he'd slipped into an abandoned human house and out a second-floor window, slipping through a nearby creek to muddle his scent trail -- this had kept a particularly nasty-looking wolf away from him, and the coyote was glad for that. Zedekiah had spied the brute first, and Ithiel had been able to deftly avoid him.

The dusky coyote was no coward, and he did not balk from a fight, but neither did he wish to stir undue animosity between the coyote clan and the wolves. There were many packs in the land, and their overabundance kept Inferni meek and mild. The dark-hued coyote disliked this, but he understood the necessity of such in an area dominated by wolves. Coyotes were the lesser citizens here, by simple numeric right: wolves far outnumbered them, and more than a few of the hybrids he'd encountered ran with packs rather than Inferni.

Ithiel grunted and let the cross of his necklace drop back against his chest. He prayed on the usual subjects -- for his God to remit him any sins committed, the health of his brothers and his clan, and fruitfulness in his ventures. Zedekiah grumbled behind him, and the coyote directed bright red eyes toward the vulture, who chose not to amend or clarify his statement. The coyote shrugged and picked up one of the rabbits he'd caught for his dinner. Zedekiah had eaten already, evidenced by the torn corpse several feet from Ithiel. The Vigiles set to eating his dinner quietly, his big ears flicking to and fro with the sounds of night. The ocean gurgled and roared below him, several long feet down the sharp cliffs this side of the bay. Here and there, an owl hooted. The quiet was overwhelming, and the dark coyote peered across the bay for signs of Inferni. He just barely saw the opposing shoreline, a thin smear of bright against the otherwise dark and choppy waters. The coyote clan lit no seaside lanterns, of course, but Ithiel looked anyway.

Hotaru · 03-13-2012, 09:56 AM

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Day or night, it didn't matter to the blind wolf. Her world was always dark and navigating through unfamiliar territory was always a challenge. It was only due to her impressive memory that she had managed to make it so far. Even so, Hotaru was constantly stretching her boundaries and forcing herself to go one step further. Hotaru had explored all of d'Arte territory and a good portion of the Ethereal Eclipse. There were times when she had traveled farther northeast, but those expeditions were few and far between. It was time for her to explore the territory around Wolfville, to learn the beaches that stretched north into a mini peninsula.

With her walking stick in front of her, and Fawkes guiding her through the forest she was able to make steady progress. She swung her carved staff out in front in wide arcs and had it touch the ground at each point. As she walked her ears remained upright and alert for any signs of danger. Neutral territories held feral creatures and unfriendly loners that could attack Hotaru. Although she wasn't too worried about them it would be stupid for her to drop her guard.

A sudden lack of ground beneath her walking stick made the grey wolf pause. She waved the staff in the air until she found the edge of the cliff. A brisk sea wind flew past her as it carried the scent of salt and water. Hotaru loved the sea. She loved to walk along the beaches and listen to the waves. Fawkes's scent soon appeared in the wind and a happy cry of the red-tailed hawk sounded in the night. Fawkes too loved the beach, he enjoyed riding the thermals. Hotaru bent down so her hand could search for a rock. Once she found a decent size stone she tossed it over the cliffs edge and listened. It took a long time for the rock to hit bottom, which meant there would be no visit to the beach that night.

Instead of heading back Hotaru turned and followed the cliff edge. The smell of the sea had a calming effect and the sound of her staff as it tapped against the cliff side was almost hypnotic. After a while the muddled scent of coyote and fresh meat filled Hotaru's nose. The scent made her pause but she continued on, a little more wary than before.

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Ithiel de le Poer · 03-14-2012, 02:20 AM

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Ithiel is by Kitty!

Ithiel did not pray before others. It was not that he believed such acts were shameful -- on the contrary, Ithiel took a particularly proud joy in his belief and the love between himself and his greater master. But prayers were a special act to be shared with only the father above; mortals were not meant to share their prayer with one another. It was not as if Ithiel was restricted from speaking about any subject on which he prayed -- the man understood his God could provide only so much counsel, and so he must sometimes seek mortal ears and mouths to hear pleas and give words.

The man's head snapped up as the distant cry of a hawk caught his ears, half-obscured by the typical sounds of night. Were it the time of the sun, the dusk-colored coyote would have made no more note of the animal's cry than he had of the owls he heard previously. Ithiel knew, however, hawks were primarily diurnal creatures -- while not incapable of nighttime flight, their senses worked best with the aid of light, much like the owl was aided by the cover of shadow. Zedekiah was not so different than this. His eyes were poorer than a hawk's and nigh on useless during the nighttime.

Already on alert, the dark man then perceived a queer tapping sound, cocking his slim coyote's head with the addition of this noise to the night's orchestra. Flicking one overlarge ear, he shot a glance to Zedekiah, who peered in the same direction as Ithiel and with the same intensity. His meal forgotten to the side, the dust-colored man stood and slunk toward the clearing's edge, half-hunkering in the scruffy, sea-hardy scrub that grew along these parts. He saw the source of the sound making her way toward him -- a wolf, holding out a stick. His red eyes flicked to the sky and searched, and after a moment he saw a shadow pass before the stars. Following that shadow's movement, he determined it to be the hawk.

The dusky coyote stepped forward, up and out of the brush. A wolf without sight and alone can be a dangerous thing to be, he called. There was no threat to the Vigiles's voice, but he watched her with brief incredulity -- how bold she walked, just beside the drop-off into the ocean. Especially one wandering quite so close to the sea's edge, he added, still raising his voice to speak to her. He did not doubt -- or, at least, he hoped -- her ears were in working order, but there was still some distance between them, and Ithiel did not wish his words to be snatched by the wind.

Hotaru · 03-14-2012, 12:16 PM

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The relationship between Hotaru and Fawkes was unusual. Fawkes and Hotaru relied on each other and supported each other in every way. Fawkes relied on Hotaru for guidance and wisdom, while Hotaru relied on him as a companion and partner in the hunt. From the moment he hatched from his egg the predatory bird was almost always by the grey wolf's side. The exceptions were few and far between, and even then he was never strayed to far. When Fawkes had first started flying with Hotaru at night, the task was nearly impossible. Over the past several months, Fawkes had honed his skill and although there were still many things he couldn't do, Fawkes was at least able to keep up with Hotaru in the darkness. By his logic, if Hotaru could travel around in a perpetual night, then he could too.

Night was a peaceful time and Hotaru loved to travel and enjoy the melodies that only appeared when the sun had set. The sea wind flowed over the cliff at varying intensities. Sometimes it was brisk and whipped her fur around. Other times is was gentle and flowed through her fur like soft fingers. When the wind died the sounds of crashing waves reached her red ears and on her other side were the songs of the forest. An owl hooted from his hidden perch and the scent of the coyote grew stronger with every step. Even as the wind began to pick up again a male's voice called out to her. Hotaru's ears swiveled on her head to catch the sound better.

The blind wolf frowned, he was underestimating her like most did. Calmly Hotaru called out to Fawkes, her soft howl beckoned him to come to her. Soft wingbeats followed by a quiet thud appeared and Hotaru bent down to pick up Fawkes who had landed on the ground in an undignified manner. His sharp talons wrapped around her forearm and she rose with the bird in place. Once Fawkes was safe in her arms she turned bravely towards the stranger. "I agree, you should consider getting yourself a guide. The night is unforgiving to those who do not respect it."

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Ithiel de le Poer · 03-15-2012, 03:22 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

The dusky-furred coyote listened to the musical tone of her low howl, his eyes following the shadow against the stars. The hawk landed, a red-tailed bird as he'd expected, and Ithiel watched the blind woman stoop to pick him up. His face made showed nothing even as he watched the bird's sharp claws latch onto the woman's arm, but his ears did flick in curiosity. As she spoke, however, one corner of his lip lifted, exposing a long and white fang, for all the good it did him. She could not see him, and perhaps this was why Ithiel was quick to show his anger -- he need not take exceptional care around her to hide them, did he?

I am no wolf, he said, pride apparent in his tone, though it was not the swaggering arrogance of one completely consumed by his species percentage. There was not complete truthfulness in his words -- he was part wolf. This was known to him, but he did not identify as a wolf, either -- this was why it was not a lie to have spoken thusly. And my guide has wings almost wide as I am tall -- and I am very tall, the man said. He was not astoundingly tall for a wolf, no, but he was a big coyote -- this was sure.

Why should I fear the night, again, miss? he asked, cocking his head to one side. The word miss was spoken with perfect politeness, as was all else he'd spoken. She might be a wolf, but she was a woman, and blind. There was little Ithiel feared from her -- her companion, vicious and dangerous as hawks might be, was more useful as a scout than an attacker, if he was like the Scintillan hawks. Even largeness did not matter so much -- his vulture was a very large bird, to be sure, but he lacked the speed and deadliness of eagles.

Hotaru · 03-15-2012, 07:59 PM

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The strange male's retort made Hotaru want to laugh. He seemed fixated on species as apposed to the meaning of her words. It seemed as if the turn around had offended him, but for all the wrong reasons. Rather than laugh, the tips of Hotaru's lips turned upwards in the faintest hint of a smile. Even if it was dark, she still wore her "mask" in front of others. The grey wolf dipped her head a little, not in a mocking sense but more of a polite bow. "I apologize if I have offended you."

Hotaru wasn't sure is she should be surprised that he had an avian companion, or if she should just automatically expect it. Many canines were accompanied by smaller animal companions, and the avian companions seemed to be very popular. Cats were also a very popular companion, although Hotaru had stumbled upon a dog who kept rabbits as her companions. Judging by what the prideful canine said, it was most likely a raptor of some sort. Fawkes didn't seem distressed so she assumed that the raptor was not close by or was of the carrion variety. The blind wolf raised her muzzle slightly to get see if she could smell the bird. It was slight, but the musky scent of vulture floated in the wind. "That is quite an impressive wing span. A sham I can't see it."

The stranger's question only made Hotaru feel smug and arrogant. The question was spoken out of pride and ignorance. He saw himself as better than a blind wolf, and Hotaru intended to set that right. A smirk briefly crossed the grey wolf's lips and she stepped forward a few steps. With every step she tapped her wooden staff against the side of the cliff. "If you are not afraid of the dark then you are a fool. Unless you are used to wandering around at night, ordinary things can become very dangerous." Hotaru made sure to empashize the phrase, "used to." The blind wolf's message was clear, 'don't underestimate me'. She wasn't one to pick a fight, and even in this case that wasn't her goal. Hotaru simply wanted the respect she deserved and hated to be looked down upon. After all she had been through, she hated to be pitied.

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Ithiel de le Poer · 03-16-2012, 06:33 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

Her apology surprised him, as did her lack of continued commentary regarding species. Ithiel was rather used to the subject of heredity being first and foremost in discussion -- if a Scintillan scout encountered a wolf during their expeditions, it was almost certain to come to blows, and frequently came to death. Instead, she was more interested in his bird, commenting on the wingspan and how she could not see it. The man quirked his head at that. She could not see anything -- why would Zedekiah's wingspan be so impressive as to wish for eyes? The man held his tongue easily enough, for he was not typically inclined to waste his time or anyone else's with questions such as that. Curiosity was not a large part of Ithiel; he was content to live as he was without deviation or change.

With her steps forward, Ithiel remained at his post, his carnelian eyes studying the way she moved. It seemed the stick was key to this -- it kept her from wandering over the edge of the cliff, at least. She also had ears, and this certainly helped her determine just where the water was. She was blind, but not altogether isolated from her outside world. He looked up at her face, squinting at her own eyes with scrutiny. Night or day, I wander. It is a scout's duty, he said. In any case, even in the depthless black of midnight, his way was illuminated. I stand aside, miss, if you'd prefer to pass me by. I mean no harm. This was the truth, for the dust-colored coyote did not speak lies. It was dishonorable to do so -- if he could not meet a foe in open battle, he would not seek to accomplish his goal in other ways.

Hotaru · 03-23-2012, 04:14 PM

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Truth be told, being blind had its privileges. Because she could not see, she care little for appearance and even for species. Canines were all the same too her, just as accessories and clothes were. Even so, Hotaru wished she could see again. Her dreams were filled with light and color, while her waking world was dark and black. Her wish to see the vultures wings was more of a wish to simply be able to see in general.

Footsteps were masked by the wind, but the lack of scent alerted her to his change in position. His kind offer made the corners of her lips turn up for a brief second. She had accomplished her goal, he was finally respecting her. Hotaru nodded to show she understood, but otherwise she didn't move. Rather, the male before her had intrigued her curiosity. He was a scout, which meant he was probably familiar with the land. She was curious as to what her home looked like and had never actually bothered to ask. "I'm impressed. Being a scout takes great skill and keen powers of observation. I wouldn't mind listening to some of your stories, I am sure you have some good ones. Although, what I am really interested in is the land. What does it look like? Can you see another shore in the distance? Can you see the stars?"

Although she had grown up close to Nova Scotia, she did not traveled to the area until after her eyesight was taken from her. Although she had no interest in personal appearance, the Earth was a different story. Hotaru was especially interested in the stars. Her first memory was a star filled night with no moon and more fireflies than she could count.

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Ithiel de le Poer · 03-25-2012, 05:45 AM

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No problem. <3

Ithiel is by me!

The dusky coyote was always sure-footed, and much of this came from his faith. Each step he took was predetermined, destined by his higher power -- there was no deviating from one's path, or so Ithiel thought. As far as he saw, he had done nothing to damn his soul and deny him the light of his Lord; he was therefore walking the righteous path. He knew, however, that things might change -- it might well be in the greater plan for him to wander a path of darkness, uncertain of his way forward. No matter the plan or end, he was bound to it, helpless but to walk the footprints marked into the earth and time itself, eons before his birth.

The woman was quiet following his offer, and though she acknowledged it, she made no move forward. Instead, the woman at first complimented his prowess as a scout. This made the dark man's hackles rise silently; he did not understand why she would compliment him, not until she continued. It was then made rather plain to Ithiel why she might remark upon his skills: she could not see the land. The man was quiet as he considered her inquiries, one by one -- in his way, Ithiel was thorough and missed little.

There is forest -- thin here, close to the coast. Pines, and the winter-dead trees. More of the latter than pines, I think -- there would be many colors here in fall. There are hills, dips, inclines. There are no flat places, the forest rises and falls with the land. The cliff drops sharply into the bay. I am sure there is a beach during the low tides, but there is none now. I can see the far shore, but just barely -- a pale thread in the distance. Tonight is clear, very clear -- a fog or an overcast day, or less moon, and I do not think I could see it, even here, where the bay seems narrowest. The stars... they cover all the sky. One horizon to the other, he said, grasping for words at this last. As a mere tellurian, he did not know how to describe stars -- he knew how to describe land, for it was his trade and calling -- a scout unable to put words to his world was of no use at all.

Hotaru · 03-29-2012, 08:00 PM

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The blind female hadn't always been blind. She used to see, quit well in fact. However, she had always taken the ability for granted and when her sight was taken from her the loss was frightening and horrific. To have something for her entire life, and to have it suddenly taken away from her, it nearly destroyed the grey wolf. Because of this, when the coyote agreed to talk about the land she was immensely happy. Hotaru listened with a small smile on her face and she hung onto his every word. He description wasn't the most detailed, but it was enough for her to get a good idea of the land. In her mind she formed a fuzzy picture and filled it in with as much detail as she could possibly imagine.

"Thank you for indulging me. I really appreciate it." Hotaru paused for a moment, and wondered if she should continue on speaking. Although she wasn't really into trading, she knew that the pack was always encouraging its members to form positive trade relations with other packs. "I'm Hotaru from Cercatori d'Arte. If your interested, perhaps you could stop by the pack sometime and we could set up a trade. I'm a woodcarver, so I can supply you with bows and other useful tools."

Although her skills were not nearly close to what they once were, she liked to believe that they had improved since she first became blind. The wooden staff that she relied on to travel was one of the many products of her hard work. She had also managed to make a few successful bows. Every now and then she dabbled in the decorative arts and would make wooden sculptures as well. Although she often failed in her attempts to create wooden masterpieces, her abilities were slowly returning.

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Ithiel de le Poer · 04-02-2012, 05:36 AM

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(607) My turn to be sorry! XD ♥ And sorry doubly for a rambly post. ._. First paragraph and second are essentially skippable. c:

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The dust-hued coyote had never considered disability before. He was strong of body and there seemed to be no weaknesses with his physique. Certainly, he was not as powerfully built as he might be if he had spent more time with weights training, as he'd been nudged toward in his training days. Ithiel had never liked close combat, however, and he felt his calling was as a scout and archer -- this was in direct contrast to the wishes of his superiors, however, and perhaps it had cost him dearly to have protested them so, even if it had not been directly disobedient. No one had ordered him to become a melee and close quarters specialist, and perhaps they should have -- Ithiel would have had no choice but to obey.

The delight on the woman's face was apparent, and even he understood what it meant. There was a strange feeling within him, one of... enjoyment? Fulfillment? He could not put a name to the feeling, and was discomforted by it after a brief time. Why should he feel anything over a blind wolf? Though she was no danger to him, he need not answer any more of her inquiries. As she spoke on, however, she introduced herself and her pack, and made an offer that surprised him. Both ears pricked forward, and he tilted his head to one side, peering at her with a look of faint curiosity in his eyes.

You are welcome. Ithiel de le Poer, Vigiles of Inferni. His introduction, dry as it was, was more than some offered -- rank and title were less important to some, but Ithiel bore his standing within the Lumen tier proudly. He had walked the scout's path from Praeses to Vigiles, and perhaps he would serve as Caelum, soon or later. The dusky man had no wish to usurp his cousin of her position as Praetorian, and he was quite content to serve under her, but perhaps he might still ascend her seat, someday? Time might only tell. He was sworn to Inferni until Ezekiel saw fit to release him from that duty.

I make my own bows, and my own arrows, he started, gruffly. But I am one coyote, and I have duties other than whittling spare bows and arrows for the rest of Inferni. He knew the trade language, again, thanks to his cousin -- he would not have known what to say had he not followed Myrika to the festival, from tent to tent, in attempt to ensure her safety. He did not have overmuch to offer, himself -- but perhaps his cousin's wares, leather and parchment and simple clothes made of pelts? Myrika's skills made valuable goods, as Ithiel saw it, and perhaps this would be of use to the d'Arte pack.

What would you ask in return? Would your Alpha approve? These were the two most pertinent questions Ithiel thought to ask -- the first was known only thanks to his cousin, and the second was his own. He had no luck with wolves in the past, and it seemed a dirty trick to use a blind woman to lure coyotes to their borders -- and yet, he had no reason to distrust this individual. Her pack, however, might be another matter entirely, and the Infernian wished to make sure there was no bad blood between his group and hers. He knew of none, but the dusky man was not particularly keen on listening to the finer points of politics -- he knew when there was war, and he knew when there was peace. The many shades in between escaped him entirely.

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Trading was not her fourté, actually she couldn't even be considered marginally decent at it. Hotaru was a genius when it came to craving. Before her injury she could visualize and carve almost anything she desired. Her natural artistic ability and knowledge of wood had allowed her to excel in the field. After her she became blind, she had worked to regain her carving abilities and sometimes managed to create items that could be considered good.

Even so, trading had never been something she strived to work at. She had always carved for her own enjoyment as opposed to catering to the needs of others. Yet, d'Arte was a trading pack and placed a huge emphasis on trade relations as opposed to political relations. Hotaru's desire to fit into her pack drove her to at least try to set up a positive relationship with the scout. She wanted to do something to help the dying pack, and if the coyote ever traveled as far south as Cercatori, perhaps he would stop by to trade with them.

Ithiel de le Poer, it was a complex name that held it's roots in a foreign language. Hotaru didn't really like foreign languages, but at least he wasn't speaking to her in tongues. Hotaru inclined her head slightly in a polite bow. The grey female's heart sank when she heard his first statement. He too could carve and her wares would be of little assistance to the scout. It was her first time trying to set up a future trade, and she had blown it. Or so it seemed. Her light tail moved a little when he spoke of the whole pack. Yes, he wasn't a loner and she could always make supplies for his pack.

The coyote's question threw Hotaru for a loop. Trade was about give and take, equivalent exchange, something she had completely forgotten about. If she was going to give something away, she had to receive something of equal value in return. The blind female's mind raced as she worked to find an answer to his question. Again, the pack came to mind. His second question was no challenge, although she silently applauded his intelligence for the inquiry.

"Cercatori d'Arte is at the very core a trading pack. We always desire healthy trade relationships with other packs and it's members are charge with establishing such relations. Most of us are specialists in one craft or another. As for what I would like in return, items that would benefit the pack are always required, as well as materials for future projects. Furs, leather, or simple tools are always things I desire."

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Ithiel de le Poer · 04-06-2012, 04:16 PM

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The dusky man had never considered his surname before: it was stranger than most found in Scintilla, but he had received no teasing thanks to name. He knew it only as the name of his father -- had he known its origins, the place from whence it came, he might have thought differently about much in the world. The de le Poers were French, in truth, and wolves -- both things Ithiel did not know. In his mind, the family began with Gabriel de le Poer -- he was beginning to realize, of course, this could not be true. There were many more before Gabriel, and there would be many more after him -- the number of half-siblings Ithiel knew of could attest to the survival of his father's genes, even if Ithiel and his brother died childless.

The coyote listened with pricked ears as his companion spoke. He knew nothing of her pack -- they were strangers to him entirely. Perhaps if he had paid more attention to the politics of his own pack, he would not be in the dark. Then again, it was apparent neither of them were arranging a trade just then -- if, upon returning to Inferni, he discovered there was some ill between Inferni and Cercatori d'Arte, he was not contractually obligated to fulfill the trade, was he? He considered this and other things for a moment before responding. In the end, he decided reneging on a trade agreement, however vague, was akin to lying and betraying someone: a thing Ithiel was not willing to do. If he were to agree to this, he must make certain he could uphold his end of the bargain, even if it offered a chance for this wolf and her pack to take advantage of him.

I believe my Aquila would approve of such a trade, and my cousin makes many things -- leather, pelts, clothes, even bags. He considered her with his sharp red eyes. I cannot agree, not completely, until I know I can fulfill my end, though. I cannot offer to trade my cousin's wares, and I think it would be wise for me to make sure of Inferni's openness to such a trade. Your pack -- it is the one, west, south-west from here? When I find these things out, I will bring you what my cousin gives me -- if she agrees, he offered. It was strange, making a trade, and Ithiel did not know if he did so correctly. A faint apprehensiveness gurgled within him. Warrior he was, these unusual social situaions were more harrowing than battle itself.

Hotaru · 04-11-2012, 01:07 PM

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Despite her lack of expertise, or even experience in trading, it seemed as if Ithiel was open to the trade negotiations. Throughout the entire conversation, Hotaru took great care to make sure that her mask of confidence didn't crack. Even though her nerves were all worked up and there were butterflies in her stomach, she did her best to appear as calm and collected as possible. As the negotiations continued, Hotaru was able to relax a little. It seemed to her that she had been taking all of the right precautions and her mind began to turn to the items she would create in the coming weeks.

Hotaru had a lot of time on her hands, so she decided to use it to her advantage. She could create several puzzle balls, two or three bows, and a dozen pieces of art. She could potentially throw a few instruments in as well, although those took a lot of time. The more she thought about the trade, the more excited she became. For once, she could be useful to the pack. Determination grew inside her mind as she planned for when she would next meet the scout. She would have a wide range of wooden pieces to select from so that he could pick and choose freely.

The scouts doubts and apprehension was understandable and Hotaru nodded sagely as he explained the situation. "I understand. It is important to make sure you have the goods before a trade is agreed upon." His worries were out shined by his questions. Even if he couldn't agree to a trade at that point in time, he was still interested in the transaction.

"Yes. Cercatori d'Arte is Southwest. Our boarders are marked by a great tree that I have been told is covered in art. I look forward to your visit and I will have plenty of wooden items for you to choose from. But alas, I do believe it is time for me to return to my pack. It was an honor to make your acquaintance."

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