(--) No prob, glad Vasi could help ^_^ that works by me -- can just archive this, then, whenever you're ready? :3
Vasiliy is by me!
Vasiliy was eager to bring home these items to his packmates. He was sure they would be well-received -- pelts, stones, and antlers? All these raw materials could be put to use, he was sure of it. Though the granite-furred wolf himself was not capable of making useful or beautiful things from these items, surely those within his pack were capable. When the Issor spoke of his choice of rocks, the Russian nearly balked. Vasiliy choosing stones? It would never do -- he wouldn't know what to look for. His eyes weren't meant for such things. But -- he was Cercatori's only representative in this foreign place, and he could not allow silly anxieties to interfere with his duties. He'd come here to trade, and trade he would.
Wonderful, he declared, the largest word he knew for "good." Thank you, he added, grinning as he stepped forward. This mountain seemed to stand taller than the spiny ridge to the east. He wondered what the its innards would look like -- would they sparkle and shine? He had seen rocks before that appeared to be just regular rocks until broken open. Perhaps he'd find these sorts of rocks in the mountain. He might be able to play a joke on his fellow packmates -- he'd return with gray, ugly rocks and tell everyone how proud he was of a trade well done. Perhaps he could even extend the joke with a story about how such rocks were beyond value in his motherland.
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