paint the sky with stars

Bangle Guffawri · 02-19-2012, 04:40 PM

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Forward dated to Feb. 20th, last day of the festival. James can reply then Sunny will jump in I guess? Also, TL;DR, but basically Orazio comes in, trades, then walks out.

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The market stalls were still abuzz even on the last day of events, the air alive with music and chatter alike. Bangle wouldn't have missed it for the world, having set up shop early that morning within Cercatori's painterly tent, for that final chance to nab some customers. He himself had received a decent haul of new items, but nearly everything he traded would be traded once more if the coywolf found need. The worn down booth held the merchant's usual commodities, alongside the odd objects and a cage of small chickens that the pack had for sale. Beside them, Bangle had set down his golden egg - an idea the coywolf was given long ago - the spots of white underneath the crude paint still visible on its shell. This, along with everything else, did the male attempt to sell that day, but with hardly any luck.

"You sir, come now!" He called out to a passerby, as he had done to many that afternoon. "Yeh look like y' could use a thing'er two!" The dark furred man turned from his walk, glancing over his shoulder. Bangle beckoned with a claw to invite the man into the tent, and more specifically to the coywolf's booth. He seemed to pause momentarily before turning into the open tent, yellowed eyes focused on the decorated male. The dark stranger had little to carry on his form, but his satchel rang with many dull sounds as he approached, offering a warm smile. "'Ey there, friend! Can I int'rest yeh in anythin' t'day?" Bangle's grin was toothy in comparison to the other's gesture.

His own orange eyes watched closely as the dark male inspected the loose items, particularly the containers and the single clay pot near the coywolf's feet. Bangle gave the silent man only a moment before speaking again. "How 'bout a little chicken? You like? If yer lucky, they might lay golden eggs!" He quirked, pointing to the item that leaned against the cage. The man looked up, then towards the peeping chicks in the cage, then shook his head. "No." His voice was gruff, but not unfriendly. Instead, he pointed to the medium sized pot on the ground, and a plastic jar that he had set his gaze on originally. "What want?" He asked, smiling at the coywolf. In response, the multicolored male shrugged his shoulders. "That depends. What d'yeh 'ave t' trade?"

Immediately, the black male removed the satchel from his shoulder, several items clinking together as he set them upon an empty spot upon the booth. The coywolf's ears flicked eagerly as he watched the man open the satchel to see several jars and containers filled with things. "It's all," the male explained, as Bangle furrowed his brows. He himself already had many containers of things, but pointed out a small jar of fat that he took an immediate liking to. "Fat of bear," the man said with a smile. "I'll trade th' pot fer that." Bangle nodded enthusiastically. "D'yeh 'ave any dyes? Perhaps a yellow or even gold?" The coywolf looked up at the man, who seemed somewhat confused for a moment, then shuffled his hand around until he procured a jar of dark yellow dye. The liquid sloshed in its container as he let Bangle see it, and the coywolf gingerly reached for it to take a closer look. "Aye, this'll do fine! Fer those two, th' jar n' pot are yers, friend!"

The trade successful, the man smiled and bowed his head to the d'arte male and departed. "Thank ya, friend! Tell yer friends that Bangle's 'ere!" He waved to the man's back as he walked back out into the busy streets. The coywolf exhaled loudly, taking the bottle of newly acquired dye in his hands and, looking around to see if anyone was watching him, held the jar next to the 'golden' egg, his other free hand scratching idly under his chin. "Well Bangle, this'll have t' do," he muttered, ducking behind the booth momentarily to place it and the animal fat away. As he righted himself once more, his tail wagged happily behind him. He studied the passerbys carefully and what view of the sky he had, as the late afternoon sun began to inch away from the tent's entryway.

Image courtesy of Dan Zen@Flickr; table template by the Mentors!

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