She's a dancer on the glass

Silvano Sadira · 01-23-2012, 01:49 AM

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Because I am a Noelle thread whore

He took a few books and placed them into a rather beaten up leather sack. Across his back it went, and then the man went to collect his mate for their trip to the festival grounds. The invitation had been wearily regarded, though there was no malice here for anyone to see. It was truly a fair, come to visit their lands and provide them a chance to meet as strangers without packs behind them. He knew that his own pack had offered the lake as an ice fishing grounds, though the Sadira chose to avoid that particular event. Fish were nice though the stench could be overpowering. Thankfully the lake in their borders was one that was filled with freshwater fish rather than sea, which reeked even more when too many dead ones washed up on the shores.

Silvano had heard that there would be trading, and he wanted to partake in it. The books he chose were not ones commonly read and ones that he himself had found. Once read, he had not liked their stories and set them away, not to be read again. He had plans to sort them into the Manor's library, but this was a better chance to get rid of them and get something for their loss. He had a hopes to get another set of books in exchange, but he figured that he could get rid of them for other things, like liquor or maybe a new dress for Giselle. Thankfully, he had the good sense to include a sewing book with his selection (stolen from the library but no one would really mind). Giselle deserved a new dress, and as her mate it was his duty to make sure she was outfitted and gifted as such.

Getting the woman was a matter of poking his head wherever she was and gesturing out. In a matter of moments, the two of them were on their way to the festival grounds. It was a long walk and they had no horse on which to ease the travel burden. Heritage was not old enough nor strong enough to ride, as he was only about a year old now and still a colt. His back was not strong, but he was slowly getting there. In a few months, he was assured, the horse would be good to ride. The American Quarter Horse was rapidly approaching it's first birthday, and had already been put to halter for continuation of it's training. In a year, or so, the Sadira could ride the horse safely.

The travel was long, hours with breaks included. How Silvano wished that Heritage was grown and he could ride him with Giselle, or even have Giselle ride him and he could run beside the horse. Oh well, the horse was not grown and that was that. Eventually, they came upon the fair grounds and were delighted to find that there were few crowds though people were still milling about in groups or alone. The main trade ground was for the members of the festival host, and the second area was for packs to host their own trade tents or activity events.

"Well, this is bigger than I expected," he said with some awe, never having seen such big tents before or so many people of foreign packs mingling together in one place. There had to be plenty of things to trade for here, without scavenging in Halifax's depleting stores of items. "Let's go take a peak at the trades, yes?" He smiled at his mate, wobbling his arm with hers intertwined. "Maybe we'll find something nice for you."

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