07-11-2012, 01:11 AM
She was resting next to the wagon, wondering if she could drink some alcohol. Perhaps she should try and kill the child growing inside her. That would be wrong though. As much as Amy would like to do so, this child was a Sunders, or at least until it was otherwise proven. She'd never found herself hoping that something would go wrong so hard before. A pale female with pink streaked hair stepped over the hill. Amy placed a warm smile on her face, doing her best to look like someone to respect and appreciate. She wasn't some scruffy loner after all.
Amy accepted the hand, shaking it with a large smile on her face. Merry meet. Yes, I am here for trade. My name is Amy Sunders. If you wish for it, I can deliver it. I can open up my wagon so you can view the goods more readily. It wasn't anything complicated, simply the ability to pull up the canvas that covered the wagon to allow a view into her tightly organized cart. It had to be, to fit the abundance she had in there.
Amy accepted the hand, shaking it with a large smile on her face. Merry meet. Yes, I am here for trade. My name is Amy Sunders. If you wish for it, I can deliver it. I can open up my wagon so you can view the goods more readily. It wasn't anything complicated, simply the ability to pull up the canvas that covered the wagon to allow a view into her tightly organized cart. It had to be, to fit the abundance she had in there.