ooc: Jan. 27th
With nothing done or sold the day before leaving the soon to be married pair alone for the day, she felt that something needed to be done with her time this day. Saluce had taken care of the shop for the day, allowing the she-wolf to bide her time with her remaining furs not yet on display. Grooming was not as particularly as exciting as bartering with a lively patrons, but it certainly cathartic and gave her a great deal of time to think.
X’yrin sat alone in their shared tent, the space within was kept neat and orderly save for the feathers that were scattered atop of elk hide floor and the pile of assorted furs not yet folded. What had already been groomed were set neatly beside her, waiting patiently for the rest to join them so they could be carried out and sold. The task was tedious more than anything, but soothing just the same. She felt the gentle tug of her ear by the feathered companion perched on her hunched back wanting her attention as opposed to the silence. Annoyed, she rounded her shoulder and growled softly as an indication for him to cease and leave her be while she worked. Unfortunately she was not easily kept from this bout of amusement and continued on in the hopes to rouse something other than a growl from her. Eventually she reverted to words knowing that as often as she spoke the word, that brain of his would understand. [“Stop..”] Defiantly, the proud bird ruffled his feathers but relinquished his hold on her ear with a soft ‘hoot’. If that was how she wanted to be, then he could amuse himself by other means. Hopping off her back and onto her newly made pile of cleaned furs, the avian rested with his within his down and simply stared at her in the hopes of inciting an irritant air.
And oh… it was working too well.
Effectively annoyed as was the aim, she was quite thankful for the distraction just on the other side of the tent. Saul’s voice was both familiar and welcomed, elicited a short howl of greeting before she set aside her cleaning and crawled to the front of the tent to greet him. His suggestion of a spar had her ears standing eagerly on end but also her brows raised in question as to what brought this development about. “Sparring?” was her word of greeting as she poked her head out from the tent and into the bright afternoon. Briefly she shut her eyes from the assaulting light to allow her sensitive orbs to adjust to the brightness gradually. One would have thought the overgrown bangs in front of her eyes would have been enough of a reflector. Carefully her lids peeled back again the absorbed the light and activity that surrounded the encampment. The more nosy of their neighbors poking their heads out as well to see the woman emerge before slipping back into their cloth covered caves.
“I’m sorry Saul,” realizing her mistake in addressing her mate’s son, she bashfully placed a hand on her head and dipped her crown in apology. “I should have said ‘goodday’ to you.”