You ain't the boss of me

Skye Collins · 02-19-2012, 06:34 PM

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The female had been happy today; the trading has been a success so far, and she was still on the lookout for rogue outsiders that might happen to trespass. It seemed that although many of the outsiders had known of the boat, and known that Cercatori d'Arte's borders were open for the moment, others hadn't, and they had merely been trespassing with no regard to the laws of the land. This had not done - she had already chased out one loner that had the audacity to step upon the artisans' soil and yet not know who they were; she would permit those who wished to trade or see the boat, but she would not permit idle trespassers who believed they could do no wrong on her lands.

She then scented an outsider on her lands; this she was not afraid of, and she quickly lolloped to where the male, as she scented, was. She did not scent any of her own with him and assumed that he came alone, without an escort; sooner than she thought, she could view him. He had just dismounted his horse, it seemed, and now the gray man was looking around and seemed slightly uncertain.

"Hello," she said warmly. "You are on the lands of Cercatori d'Arte - are you seeking to view the boat, or perhaps to trade whilst our borders are open?" she asked. She did not approach many of the outsiders this way, as most of them seemed to find one of her own members to transpire with soon enough, but this one seemed as if he were lost, or at least did not know what he was doing. The first thing she did want, however, was to make sure that he indeed was here to trade and make communications.

I am with you, I will carry you through it all, I won't leave you, I will catch you. When you feel like letting go, 'Cause you're not, you're not alone

Image courtesy of harold.lloyd

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