[p] all hail king Neptune
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ooc: I tend to do the noodle arms in traffic, especially to Glitter Freeze. Ppl in the cars next to me like "O.O wut? seizure?"

There were indeed eggs and chickens as well, but at the camp the merchant spoke of. The Nomad nodded in understanding but with an excited smile on her weathered muzzle. If it meant tasting the eggs again, she could wait for them to be brought or seek them out herself in the spirit of trade. She felt herself growing more excited at the thought of this exchange and delving again into the art of bartering. The festival was much too brief an indulge in her opinion but though she did not seek out another event like it, a part of her was starved for that kind of stimulating interaction again.

“It’s alright if you did not bring them,” she assured the dark merchant with a smile. “We could perhaps talk about what you would trade for them…once you see what Sangi’lak has to offer. But the sheep…” Drawing near the tranquil of the three rivers that ran through their territory, she paused for a moment to thoroughly inspect the soft looking creatures. Could something so small truly produce so much? And what an abundance the pack could have if the little animals were to breed and grow!

“Do you have other animals like the sheep?” she pointed down at the little fluffy thing. “Animals that make things.” She knew only from her experience with a couple of horses how their mane and tail could be used for string and brushes, but the animals themselves were too unpredictable for her likely, though it was more than likely because she hadn’t taken the time nor opportunity to learn their habits as she had seen their handlers do. Either way, despite the beauty of the mare, her interests lied in the smaller, more docile animals. Unless of course horses made other things she simply was not aware of.

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