An Expedition - Printable Version

An Expedition - Printable Version

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- Skye Collins - 05-08-2012

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Although sobered by the loss of one of their founding member, Orin, she was glad to have the opportunity to shed light on Cercatori d'Arte's name - and to make friends with their newest neighbor as well. She guided the caravan by driving the horses this time, and she could scent Cour des Miracle's scent on the wind - they were close to to the pack, and perhaps she would see Orin there as well; although it had just been two days before that she had said she was leaving, she may have made the journey quickly enough - the court was not too far from her Artisan home.

Excitement filled her - a rare emotion for her, but welcome nonetheless. It filled her as she saw the borders of the court - pulling the reins of the lead horse towards it, she took a deep breath and finally pulled them to a stop at the border. She looked behind her into the caravan and called out to the members of d'Arte as well as the Cavalieri members who accompanied her - "we're here!" she called jovially. Putting her mind to the task at hand, she smiled as she thought of the various goods they had brought to trade - and the friendships they would forge with the ones they traded with.

Waiting for the others to get down, she leapt from the caravan and landed on the soft grass - she was glad to stand after such a long time of sitting down. She looked at Jazper, the Casa di Cavalieri leader, and smiled before waiting for him to howl so that she could join and call the members of the court to their trading excursion.

Shadows growing in my mind, Ones I just can't leave behind. I'm not strong enough to pay this ransom. One more monster crawled inside, But I swear I saw it die

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- Strelein von Rosnete - 05-08-2012

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Strel had heard the call and he knew that a caravan was here to trade. The voice was not known to him, but he did not very well know the men and women of the artisan pack. Regardless, he rushed to his closet, ignoring the bottles of alcohol that were starting to appear on his dresser more and more frequently. With him he took a good handful of clothes, a dress or two, a shirt or two, some pants and knee-highs to trade with them. Surely luperci tailored clothing would be welcome among the traders, especially since he had not seen them have any last time. Even the traveling traders from far away had small supplies of the stuff. He swelled at pride, though deflated when he realized how little raw cloth he had left and just how short of supplies he was.

He arrived with clothes draped across his arms, slowly ambling up with every drop of entitlement he had. A leader, he was, and he was here to trade with other leaders. He smelled Casa on the wind, though he doubted that Anann was going to be visiting them again despite her origins. First to the caravan, the Dauphin lingered nearby, staring at the caravan. He wondered what goods they would have for him. Paper would be much desired as his yellowed notebook was almost full and his charcoal running out unfortunately. Perhaps seeds for something pretty. Hopefully.

- Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 05-08-2012

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The journey to the Court had taken a good amount of the day. While Skye sat at the front, steering the horses towards the southern pack. He knew the trip would not take long and so he sat eagerly awaiting Skye’s voice to announce their arrival. Through most of the trip he had talked to the Artisan members, taking care to introduce himself to the female named Hotaru, the only artisan on the trip he had yet to meet. The conversation came easy as his brother Taliesin and himself had much to catch up on and playful teasing and lighthearted bantering came easy to the pair who had squabbled as youngsters in the Manor. However for the short time remaining the Sole sat quietly, his ears perked as he listened to the now quiet conversations of individuals, polishing his sword with a simple rag.

At long last the Caravan began to slow and Jazper’s muzzle turned up in a grin as he quickly tucked his sword into it’s place on his back. As the pulled to a stop and Skye jumped to the ground the Knight pushed past canines and goods to join her on the soft grass. Moving to stand beside her the warrior took a deep breath, his large hands resting on his hips as he took in the sun and the scent of the Court. Nodding his approval at nothing he turned and called, Let’s set her up. Open up the walls. Before they had left Skye showed the Cavalier’s how to open up the walls of the caravan so that the goods were more easily viewable, a trick that had impressed the small group.

As the group began to shuffle around the caravan Jazper lifted his muzzle into the air, a strong baritone note easily cutting through the air. After a few seconds Skye’s more feminine voice joined his, the pair of leaders calling to all wanting to trade. Allowing the note to fade into the territory they waited, prepping their items for viewers and chatting among themselves. They did not have to wait very long before a red headed male appeared, a sight that the Knight could hardly believe. As Strelein had dyed the tattoo around his eye and showed the then young male how to touch it up himself Jazper had spent a lot of time close to his face and now it was very easy to recall. Strel! He called with a friendly wave. He would give the man space to search for something to trade but the Sole was quite pleased to recognize a member of the Court, as he knew very few.

- Strelein von Rosnete - 05-08-2012

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Strel thought he could recognize the tall dark man setting up, but found that it was hard to mistake the stranger for someone else. The tattoo around his eye jogged his memory hard and the Dauphin smiled at the other man. That had been his only encounter with the man, along with his only encounter with tattooing. Instead of needles and dyes on skin or pelt, the redhead chose to use cloth instead of flesh. Wherever Jazper has gone, it had not been too interesting to find him. If Strel recalled correctly, Jazper had been in a fix over a woman. Obviously, he was not going to attempt to make nice with a man eager for a woman. How wise was that supposed to be?

The Dauphin smiled broadly at the greeting and nodded his head at him as his arms were fairly full. "Ah, Jazper. Can't forget that eye of yours. Glad I didn't poke it out, though I'm sure you'd still look just as dashing as you do now," he said easily, confident in his own skin. Coming in close to the caravan, the Dauphin looked at the wares. His eyes fell on the beads and his tailor self almost drooled at them. "All I have to trade is clothing, but I would love some of those beads, and paper if you can spare it." Strel gestured at the caravan with his arm hung with garments. Sidelong, he glanced at Jazper, wondering how the new pack was treating both him and Anann. "How is everything in your pack?"

- Hotaru - 05-08-2012

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Cercatori d’Arte was an artisan pack and true to form Skye placed a large emphasis on trade and good pack relations. Because Hotaru had become indapendent and had managed to rise to the master rank, she felt a certain responsibility to Skye and tried her best to fullfill the Capitana’s expectations. However, Hotaru had never dreamed that she would be asked to join the trading trip. It was an honor beyond her wildest imagination and the blind wolf had jumped at the chance to join the Caravan. Hotaru had nervously anticipated the day their journey would start. Even though she couldn’t bring Fawkes with her due to his new chick-sitting duty, she still felt the lure of advanture and couldn’t help but be excited.

Without Fawkes to act as her guide, the blind wolf was forced to heavily rely on her staff, ears, nose. Fortunately for her the company was pleasant and the wagon was spacious. Even so, once the Carvan had begun to move, Hotaru refused to leave her seat. She wore her usual confident mask and politely greeted Casa di Cavalieri’s Alpha when he had introduced himself, but she didn't press for conversation or even start one of her own. The grey female tried to keep her conversations polite, but short. She didn’t want to alert the others to her discomfort and slight motion sickness.

When the Caravan finally stopped, Hotaru practically breathed a sigh of releif. The wagon’s rickety motion was disorienting for her and she was happy that the world had finally stopped moving. Hotaru waited for Jazper to exit the wagon before she stood and carefully guided herself to the ground.

The Knight’s leader announced that the caravan should be opened and Hotaru turned to help. She too had just learned how to open the Caravan walls and her hands moved clumsily against the wood. Once Hotaru found the latch, she was able to help open the walls without too much dificulty. Red ears flicked back as she listened to the two Alphas’ song, but her focus was primarily on setting up the cart.

At last her task was done and the timber female moved to her Capitana’s side while the others layed the wares out. It wasn’t long before one of the member’s of the court arrived and Jazper immediately set himself to negotitions. Although Hotaru's outward appearance was calm and confident if not submissive to her Alpha, her body was a bundle of nerves and butterfiles swarmed in her stomack. Hotaru listened halfheartedly as the two males talked, obviously familiar with one another. Thankfully, she had little place in the discussion and simply waited for a time when she could be of service to the others.

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- Terra - 05-09-2012

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Climbing trees had to be the best part of being a luperci. She could see everything, and nothing could see her. Her ears swiveled around, taking in the various chatter of the birds, the deep scent of the pack filling her nose. Truly a beautiful place to be. She might wander the lands unable to stay still, but this was her pack and she wouldn't be going anywhere. The deep call of strangers at the border filled the air, surprising her from her thoughts. Two voices intertwined, male and female, both with the powerful call of an alpha.

She recognized the one voice as the rather fierce female that had yelled at her after she killed the rabbit, but the other one was a complete mystery. Jumping down Terra ran across the ground. She spotted Strel on her way there, but her attention immediately jumped to Hotaru. The strangers were forgotten in the glee of seeing her friend. Forgetting that Hotaru was blind Terra bounded over, only a couple yips to give any warning as she moved to hug her friend, eagerly licking at her face.

Hotaru! Why's your pack here? Who are these people? She would have asked a lot more questions, but the wagon's contents registered in her mind. Instantly riveted she turned away, staring at the fat delicious birds inside. They weren't the only meals present, sheep provided as well. All kinds of items, just like at the festival. Suddenly hungry Terra grinned. You brought something for everyone to eat?

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- Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 05-09-2012

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Between staying close to Hotaru and letting his older brother spend time with Myrddin, Tal had little to think about on this trip. Thankfully. The occasional memory of helping the pack, helping Sky build the caravan snuck in, yes, but the memories were mercifully few. He fingered the strap to his pack as everyone on the inside unloaded. His well-trained medics eyes had noticed the blind woman's discomfort, and he had made sure to be near her to offer her some ginger root to ease what nausea she seemed to be suffering. However, a voice came, and he turned with a smile, answering a question meant for his pack mate.

"Not quite, Terra. We brought goods to trade." He turned to offer the female a smile, startled to see her on two feet. She had been unshifted the last time they'd met. Not that he'd complain, he still found it easier to talk to someone on the same level as he was.

A soft yowl announced the feline before she landed. Even as he was smiling at Terra, a hand was going up to the calico's head. He turned and chastised the feline softly. "I told you to stay home, Sheba." The feline arched her back and rubbed against his cheek before finishing her descent to the ground. The four month old Myrddin had finished his stretch, and bounded over to nuzzle the feline. "I told her to come, Poppa. She threatened to scratch up the furniture if we left her home."

Tal chuckled softly, leaning down to ruffle the fur on the top of his son's head.

- Sebastian - 05-09-2012

EDIT: Dammit, accidentally replied instead of edited D: I'll get that deleted!

Sebastian leapt out of the caravan energetically, taking his wares with him at a somewhat slower pace. If his hip accidentally tended to bump against Jazper or Tally on occasion, that was an accidental bonus. The Italian hefted what few crates and furs he could manage, leaving the most enormous objects for Jazper- the only member of their party with the monstrous muscles necessary for heavy lifting, though none of them were weak.

Sebastian's gaydar proceeded to go off the charts as the redhead approached. He was tall and limber, toned with rust to cream and everything in between. Slim, not muscular. Colourful, form-fitting clothes, a rusty-red mane, a colourful bangle and his compliments to Jazper. Gods, Sebastian wanted that in his bed. Or caravan, as it were.

But this was hardly the place. Sebastian sighed mentally and resigned himself to some harmless flirting, at best. Too many witnesses. Besides, he had promised Jazper. The Italian set up his personal wares on a crate, neatly arranging everything by colour.

Several paintings of the landscape, done in vivid colours. A painting of the night sky. A painting of the aurora borealis. A painting of a polar bear rearing up to strike at a mountain lion. A portrait of a very handsome, muscular black-and-white wolf he had based on Bartholomew Cubbins. Another portrait based on Light Goldenfeather. Another based on Leon Hughes. As per his usual style, all of the men were shirtless and Leon wore a fedora. Luckily for the redhead, two dozen sheets of creamy home-made paper were available.

There were, of course, the other weapons and trinkets Casa di Cavalieri had to sell as a whole, but Sebastian enjoyed selling his own products.

Sebastian flicked an ear as the tall redhead declared his need for paper. "Plenty of paper over here, darling," he called, offering the much taller male a sunny smile.

- Strelein von Rosnete - 05-10-2012

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Melissa, feel free to write whatevs you want but I'm replying to keep things going.

Strel turned to man who called him, his eyes level. It had been a while since another man had reciprocated his flirting and he found himself amused by the thought. Usually it had been one sided or only for a bit of fun. The Dauphin rolled his shoulders to redistribute the load on his arms. The clothes were heavy on his limb and he was eager to replace it with much easier to carry things. Plus, he figured he couldn't complain when his closet suddenly had room for more, or perhaps it was time to start emptying the closet. Noss had never cared, no. That was not a road to travel down now. It was gone and done and over with. What was the point of returning to those memories?

The other canine was much shorter than he, but Strel had always been much lankier and taller. Despite this size difference, Strel was still a fairly slim guy, even when he had less exercise. Still in his prime, the Dauphin was still capable of having little work do wonders for him. Fat rarely settled on his frame, which was a problem in the summer but when had he ever worried about it? "Oh? Well, show me what you have, then," he said with a lilting voice, letting his lips twist into a crooked smile. He nodded to Jazper and focused in on Sebastian, moving toward his wares.

- Hotaru - 05-10-2012

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Despite the she-wolf's best efforts, Taliesin had managed to pic up on her discomfort and stayed by her side with his son during the trip. Hotaru didn't mind his worried company, if anything it was endearing. She didn't have many friends and was glad to count the higher ranked male as one of them. The grey female especially enjoyed Taliesin's company because he had brought his son along on the trip. Hotaru had a soft spot for puppies and couldn't help but smile inwardly as she listened to the well-behaved puppy.

The blind female's ears swiveled to listen to the sound of running paws. Terra's scent flooded the area and a soft smile spread across her lips. They had visited Terra's pack, although Hotaru had no idea where that actually was. She had lost her way a while back. Several yips announced the coywolf's presence, each one closer than the last. Hotaru became confused and was caught off-guard as the smaller female collided with her and showered her muzzle with a series of licks. The grey wolf stumbled a bit as she tried to regain her balance and bearing. She placed her white paws on Terra's shoulders to help steady herself and gave a soft whine in greeting. Despite the sudden hug, Hotaru's tail was wagging freely and a smile stretched across her face.

"Hello Terra. We are here to trade and have brought our caravan with us." Hotaru's voice swelled with pride. "The others are from Casa di Cavalieri, they have joined us and come with the same purpose." Despite her lingering nausea, Hotaru's spirits had risen. It had been several months since she had last seen Terra and although they would have to keep their reunion brief, she was glad that Terra was in good.

The Tessitore di Sogno shook her head at Terra's question, but remained silent as Taliesin answered it first. However, the male quickly turned from their conversation to have on with his son. Hotaru's heart ached as she listened to the heartwarming interaction and turned her focus to Terra. "Go enjoy yourself Terra... just, don't get into too trouble. If you need any help, let me know and I will see what I can do."

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- Terra - 05-10-2012

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Hotaru stumbled back, immediately sending Terra into a more dominant stance over the weaker female. She held still while Hotaru took back her balance before stepping out of reach. Trade? The coyote thought about that for a moment, considering what was meant. She knew what trade was. It was when something was given for something else. It happened at the festival. Terra hadn't done much trading herself, more apt to just taking whatever she wanted. She nodded her head at the white male's explanation, remembering him as the one that had explained everything about heat to her.

Casa di Cavalieri. So that was the name of the pack. Terra hadn't yet investigated the pack, but she was going to make sure to do that after this. They seemed like someone worth getting to know, participating in something so odd. The female smirked at Hotaru's warning. Who, me? That would never happen! Um...how do I get the fat bird and the sheep? They looked really tasty. Terra was definitely going to get those and eat it.

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- Skye Collins - 05-13-2012

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The female smiled as she saw one of the leaders of the Court come into view - he seemed to know Jazper quite well, judging at their appearances and greetings. She waited until they were finished with their introductions before she dipped her head respectfully to the leader and spoke a hello; "Good day," she said. "I am Skye Collins of Cercatori d'Arte; it is a pleasure to meet you," she said genuinely. She then let the man go follow the Cavalieri member to the caravan, which the traders had opened; she was still proud of that feature of the large wagon her pack beheld.

Smiling at Jazper, she stepped back to watch the interactions of one of her members and a member of the Court, Terra; she had only met the female once, and it was an interesting first impression. Hotaru seemed to be friends with her, and seemed to be relaxing a bit - that was good; Skye had noticed that Hotaru had been uneasy during the trip, and while she attempted to comfort her, she did not want to embarrass Hotaru by being excessive; she was quite grateful to Taliesin for helping his packmate.

Terra seemed a bit overzealous at seeing her friend and hugged her quite zestfully, sending Hotaru back several steps and in return, causing Terra to take a more dominant stance over her. Skye walked closer to them, wondering if she would have to step in; thankfully, Terra backed away, although the mischievous gleam was not gone from her eyes. As she almost sheepishly denied Hotaru's suspicions and asked what she would have to do to get some of Cercatori d'Arte's livestock, Skye stepped forward, standing by Hotaru and giving her a warm smile before turning to Terra.

"Well," she said with the enthused vigor of a merchant, "they're quite valuable - good for food, good for eggs, good for feathers, good for wool, good for clothes, good for labor.. they're good for just about everything, really," she said, bestowing a grin upon her face. "What do you have to trade with? Usually it would take a lot to persuade me to part with some of Cercatori d'Arte's finest and most useful creatures, but I may slightly lower the price for such a good friend of Hotaru," she said with a wink.

Shadows growing in my mind, Ones I just can't leave behind. I'm not strong enough to pay this ransom. One more monster crawled inside, But I swear I saw it die

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- Terra - 05-13-2012

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The boat pack's leader stepped over. Terra's impression of her mainly involved flashing fangs and the wish to never eat rabbit again, her pose immediately becoming more respectful. True, Terra hadn't changed since then, still causing trouble and wrecking havoc, but she had replaced the rabbit and given it to Bambi. That had to count for something. A blank look descended over her face as the uses of the animals she wanted to eat were listed. Absolutely none of them made sense to her. Why would she want the feathers? She didn't see any eggs there, had no idea where clothes could possibly be hiding on the animals, and why would the animals labor? Were they pregnant? More food for her?

Overwhelmed by the information Terra stood there for some time thinking about it. She hadn't brought anything with her, but she did have some stuff stowed away in her closet that she could give to them. High price? I'll...go get some things. Terra looked over to Hotaru pleadingly, wishing that her friend could make this a lot more simple before darting back up to the hotel. It took a bit of time to get there. Inside she grabbed the grey cloth she'd acquired, stuffing tons of jewelry, bits of cloth, and even a couple clothing items in there before taking it back to the wagon. Dropping it on the ground Terra pointed to it. Is this good?

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- Sebastian - 05-13-2012

Sebastian grinned as the redhead approached, one prominent canine tooth gleaming in the sunlight. He was an experienced tradesman and knew a sale when he saw one. Perhaps he could even sell a painting or two to the lanky male- he looked the type to appreciate the male body. Especially when it was shirtless or naked. Everything about him shrieked it, especially that little smile.

The Italian leaned over the crate, smiling up at the much taller man. Sebastian's bottle-brush tail flicked idly as he spoke- left, right, over his back and right again. Clad only in jeans, Sebastian was sure he made a nice sight for his potential customer.

"I couldn't take as much as I would have liked," he admitted, frowning slightly. "But this is what I could bring to sell. An even two dozen sheets of home-made paper-" Sebastian dipped his nose towards the stack, weighted down with a small dark stone to stop it from blowing away. "-and a few of my own paintings." Sebastian tapped a claw against the barely decent painting depicting a certain Bartholomew Cubbins and gestured to the others.

"Interested?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the slender man, a light smirk on his face.

- Hotaru - 05-15-2012

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Even Hotaru had to admit that her friendship with the coywolf was an odd, but close one. They had bonded over stranger circumstances and had an interesting dynamic between them. Despite the fact that Hotaru couldn't see Terra's actions, she could sometimes guess as to what the coy female might be doing. Even so, the blind female valued her relationship with Terra and enjoyed the other female's company. They were an odd pair, but appearances mattered little to her. She found it was simply easier that way.

Terra promptly denied any thoughts of mischief and Hotaru made a face to show that she wasn't buying it. Hotaru knew Terra had a chaotic streak and would occasionally try to talk her into some misadventure. The grey wolf was about to answer her friends question when the Capitana approached and answered in Hotaru's stead. The Tessitore di Sogno nodded her head in acknolegment and listened to her alpha's explanation. Unfortunately, Hotaru was sure it went right over the simple coywolf's head. Terra's voice came out with a slightly desperate tone, proving Hotaru's suspicions. She gave Terra an approving nod and an encouraging smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure the bird is still here when you get back."

Turning to her leader, she bowed a little. "Thank you for your generosity Skye, and I humbly ask for your patience with my friend. She is... a little new to trading and may not understand the value of certain items." The grey female was a little reluctant to mention Terra's quirks. She was certain that the female was mostly harmless, although Terra had an uncanny ability to attract disaster. On the other side of the camp, another transaction was taking place and Hotaru did her best to ignore the proceedings.

It didn't take long for Terra to return and no one else had shown up to try and claim the bird. Hotaru's ears flicked forward in surprise as a crash rang out. The clatter of metal hitting metal was surprising and Hotaru carefully found the pile of items on the ground with her staff. She bent down to examine what her friend had brought with curiosity and a trader's mind. Her hands touched the soft fabric as well as the cold, hard surface f metal. Without turning her head she called out to Skye. "What do you think Capitana?"

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- Skye Collins - 05-18-2012

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She had not known how unsure this coyote was about trading, and it was apparent that she was completely in the dark about it before she dashed off to presumably fetch some things to trade with. Skye turned to Hotaru as she began to speak, drowning out the other conversations and exchanges with her words; she smiled as Hotaru thanked her, and informed her that her friend was new to trading, which was apparent now that Skye had met her and seen the poor girl's confusion.

"That's alright, Hotaru - I'm pleased to meet your friend," she said. As she saw the coyote walk back towards her, the things she was carrying piqued her interest; as the female showed her what she brought, asking if it was alright, Skye appraised what she had brought.

The fabrics seemed large and sturdy - good for clothes as well as any other uses for cloth, for which there was a plethora. And jewelry - necklaces of all kinds were crammed into the girl's hands, some common, but some, Skye saw as she looked closer, rarer; she could see that they were of value that perhaps the girl could not see, but Skye could.

Skye smiled at Terra and said, "This seems fitting," she said happily. She then looked to Hotaru - she did not want to disclude her packmate from the exchange, and so would allow her to assist Terra in picking her livestock.

Shadows growing in my mind, Ones I just can't leave behind. I'm not strong enough to pay this ransom. One more monster crawled inside, But I swear I saw it die

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- Terra - 05-20-2012

Hotaru knelt down, digging through the pile she had brought. Terra had no idea what any of it was worth, though at least half of it were stolen goods. Mixed in there was bright gold, and a beautiful red blouse, cutting off as a midriff. There were also simply some shiny stones that Terra had picked up, with no value to anyone but the coyote that had so admired the way the light had caught off it, and a scrap of fabric so small nothing could truly be made from it. The range of worth was great, though to Terra the ruby was worth just as much as the rock it sat next to.

As soon as the items were accepted Terra was back among the animals, hands running over them. Terra might not know their other uses, but she did know how to pick a good meal. Hands ran through, measuring their thickness, how quiet they were, and other such uses. The funny sheep Terra was less sure of, mostly poking at them. Glancing over to Taliesin Terra grinned, pointing to him. What about that sheep? Is he any good? They did look rather similar with the white fur and docile manner.

- Strelein von Rosnete - 05-22-2012

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Strel eyed the paintings as the other man pointed them out, but his interest waned instantly. His room was painted beautifully and he did not want paintings of male models in his studio where he would work on clothes. And he was just not interested; he had one person do all of his painting, and she had left to go with the Sadira-Marino family to Italy. Mati was not coming back, and if she was, things would be different and it would not be for a long while. "Well done, but not to my taste, I'm afraid." He said, rather neutral. He did not care one way or the other about the paintings, though he had to give the man props for his abilities.

The Dauphin gestured to the paper and then to his clothes. "How much are you willing to part with for something I have here?" he inquired, unsure of how to go about with a trade like this. He had none of his alteration tools with him though he would be happy to go back and return with them if the man had such a desire. Either way, clothing cut to fit the legs of a luperci was something not common in the stores and abandoned dressers in derelict homes. Surely it was worth something good.

- Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 05-22-2012

Tal had long ago straightened, listening to the various bantering going on. One eye was on Myrddin as he listened, a slight smile on his lips, his hands in his pockets. Terra's words brought him back full force to the dealing in front of him. For a moment, his expression must have mirrored the placid expression of the white fuzz ball; Myrddin burst out in a loud laugh. "Poppa she called you a sheep!"

Tal's lips turned up into an amused smile, his eyes glittering with laughter. "There's an old human phrase like that. Something about a wolf in sheep's clothing." Myrddin, however, didn't understand what his father was referring to. "But Poppa, you don't wear wool. You said you don't like how wool feels."

Tal chuckled, patting his son's head again. He straightened, sending the women a crooked grin. "Naw, Terra, only one person I'm a good follower for, and she's next to you." He lifted a hand, indicating the capitana with a laugh.

- Terra - 05-23-2012

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Laughter trailed from the pup sitting near Taliesin. She looked over at the pup curiously. Terra hadn't known he had pups. Maybe that was why he'd been so good at resisting her attempts, something Terra was rather grateful for now that she could actually think. Her tail swished behind her, glad to have brought a smile to his face with her jokes. Even Tal seemed rather amused by her choice, smiling over. Terra didn't get the saying, wondering what sheep wore. The pup was just as confused, mentioning wool, something rather mysterious for her.

Chuckling Terra did her best to look disappointed before returning her attention to the sheep, trying to figure out which one she was supposed to pick. They all looked the same to her: big, white, tasty. Frowning Terra stepped around them again, thinking that maybe if she spent enough time studying them Terra just might figure out if one was better than the rest to eat. She couldn't tell how fat they were with all that thick fur on them unfortunately. It blocked her view.

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