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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.
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