[/html]Pff, what delay. <3 Feel free to powerplay them riding wherever, or walking, if Skye prefers!
The pallid woman lifted her head to return the wolf's broad grin. "Thank you. Blankets, aloe vera, basic bandages and a brush would help tremendously." Pale red eyes glanced a moment at Skye's swollen belly. "Should we ride? I'll follow."
Truthfully, Cassandra did not have much experience in trading. Once upon a time, she had many sentiments towards objects and material things, pieces of her childhood that held special meaning. Books and old, useless trinkets she had loved dearly, and it had pained her greatly to leave behind her cottage of wonderous nothings. But that was a different time, and life on the road was harder with too many things to carry. Before acquiring the palomino, she had been without a horse for many long months, and the only possessions she held on to were wrapped around her shoulders and tight around her neck.
Goods she obtained, like those she possessed now, were frequently stolen or otherwise taken from those that no longer required them (corpses needed nothing but a hole in the ground). More often than not, she got rid of them at the first convenience for far less than they were worth. A collection of glittering jewelry was only a hindrance on the hunt, and she did not care if they were "worth" far more than a knife in need of sharpening or the old pelt of a doe.
"Do you keep many horses here in Cercatori D'Arte?" she wondered after a pause.
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