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The impatient excitement had Amy almost laughing. She was acting like a child, young and out of control. Amy knew how wonderful necklaces were, enjoying the shine and glistening nature herself. The only consistent piece of jewelry in her assemblage was the silver ring that held poison inside, the rest of it swapped around as Amy wore the variety available to her in the wagon. Amy let the girl take the silver necklace, and placed the pearl one away. It seemed Kira was much more interested in the bright golden ones.
Debating between the two Kira was holding them up, trying to weigh their worth. Her indecisiveness didn't bother Amy, used to dealing with all types when it came to trade, from those knowing what they wanted to those making an impulsive purchase. Amy turned and dug through the wagon before finding a reflective glass that she wouldn't be selling. It wasn't because Amy was vain enough to use it herself, but because it was useful for such things as this. Careful not to cut her hands on the edges Amy leaned it up for Kira to look in.
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