The woman appeared awfully insecure about her control over things, as she immediately put on a comically dominant posture. Clearly, she could not be experienced in trade. No decent salesperson would attempt to antagonize a customer in such a way. Columbine had to resist a smirk as he looked at her; she was smaller than he, and slighter. He had no fear of her, and he did not relax his stance, instead locking his umber eyes with her brown ones. Your attitude is despicable, for someone who seeks to sell their wares to customers, Columbine casually remarked. I come here to see what you have to offer, and you react in such a way. His voice was a dangerous drawl, and the male would not hesitate to take his business elsewhere.
Lazily, his eyes slid away from the silly girl and on to the herd of horses near her caravan. They appeared decent, though he would be lying if he said he knew much about them in general. Two caught his eye - one, a flashy chestnut with a decent amount of chrome; the other, an inky black with dark, mysterious eyes. Columbine supposed either one would work, but he didn't want to begin his inspection until the female checked her attitude.
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