Unwanted Advice
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The sable grandmother was not sure what reception she was going to receive, this female was heavily pregnant and there was a chance that she was regretting taking a stall here, perhaps wishing that she had stayed at home and rested. But in an instant Soran realised that this female was a business woman through and through, grinning at her and seeming delighted when the sable Beta asked if she was open. This was replied to with an invitation to sit down and an assurance that she was indeed open, the sable female smiled softly at the younger girl, moving and taking the seat gratefully. The dark female had been walking all day and although she was still fit and able despite her age she was pleased to be offered a rest, standing all day could be tiring even for the young, now the sable female was well over eight years old she was beginning to realize that she was not as young as she once was. Carefully she took her seat, her tail wagging as she did so, thumping against the leg of the chair casually as she did so. She smiled at the female as she stood and fetched a pitcher of wine, it was very obvious when she stood up that she was pregnant, but Soran chose to avert her eyes, instead looking at the treasures that were laid out upon the table, her eyes fell upon a small pot of red paint, she smiled as she looked at it, it reminded her of Zalen, he always drew that marking on his face with red paint, it was funny that no matter where she went now she was always reminded of her family, her pack. A small smile played on her dark lips as she looked it over. Her eyes roved around the small table in the stall, looking at the jewellery and her smile stretched across her lips even further when she saw the eagle feather arrows, she extended a dark hand and touched one lightly, stroking the sharp point, then down the shaft, touching the eagle feathers gently. Now they would be more than perfect for Robin. Soran's own pack did not like the human way of using weapons, Soran herself had never seen the point, she had only ever owned a knife and it had been turned on her in the first instance that it could be, but Robin loved her bow and the arrows would be wonderful for her.

The sable female withdrew her hand and smiled at the pale female as she returned, taking the offered drink with a smile. Soran had not drunk alcohol for a long time, again it was something that her pack did not like, but she felt that perhaps one little drink would not hurt anything. She took a sip from the glass, savoring the rich flavor for a moment, listening to what the pregnant female had to say. The pale female said that she could take orders and deliver them, at this Soran furrowed her brow a little, how did this heavily pregnant female plan on travelling she could not help but wonder this. She smiled at the pale female.
"You have some very interesting wares here, what would you be willing to take for the red paint? And these arrows?" The sable female asked, her lips curving into a smile again, a hand moving to her canvas bag, it was laden with contents, there was plenty that she could trade if this female would be willing.
"I'm Soran by the way, Soran Aatte." The dark female added, before her curiosity got the better of her, she looked the pale female over with careful eyes, taking a slow sip from the glass that she had been given as she did so, weighing up whether or not she was going to say something stupid.
"Should you be offering deliveries in your condition? If you don't mind me asking that is." The sable female asked cautiously, still watching the pale female with quiet eyes.

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