01-26-2009, 03:01 PM
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Table by Pilot/Anna! <3
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Don't think it's far now. Muscles in his thighs aching, Dawali wondered whether he should rest for the night or push on and get it over with. The latter was probably the better idea, especially since he was already so close to the border now that he might as well. It'd be strange, probably, for a pack member to encounter him here tomorrow, sitting under his fur-skin as shelter and talking to the horse, when he was this close. For some reason Dawali didn't find it very polite. So, despite it drawing near to evening, Dawali pulled the reins of the horse, leading it behind him until he reached a point where he'd say he was just around the border somewhere. Gvihita came soaring down from the skies just as he stopped - impeccable timing as ever. She looked at him, noticing how he was tired, and shut her mouth. Otherwise she'd probably have had something rude to say like always, but she could be kind sometimes. Glancing at her just as she turned her head the other way to look at something more interesting, he smiled. She probably didn't see it, but she'd know. She always did have a way to know what was going on in his head.
Quickly lifting his head to the skies, Dawali let out a long tone, clearly a request, but a polite one. An inquiry, perhaps. He was hoping to have someone quite highly ranked straight away - it was easier than to have to camp the night and look into it the day after. While waiting for someone to come, he went to the nearest tree and fastened the reins to it. Reaching into a few of the crudely made bags that were strapped around the animal, Dawali found a few fish, and the stone he used for making fires. In that same bag lay the things he was going to trade with, should they want to trade with him at all. He had some glass beads they'd bought from European merchants - they had adopted all sorts of fancy human skills, including glass-making. There were also a few metal ornaments, little chains with rocks on them looking very fragile, and lastly a few larger skin bags. If a male came, perhaps he would be more interested in the last item, but Dawali hoped he would not be. Mischka had made them - she'd been very skilled at making anything out of hides and skins - and they were well crafted and quite valuable because of this. Perhaps exactly to anyone who also held animals, as they were handy for having the food in. A femme would be interested in the beads, surely. And he had more of those, and none of personal value, so he sat down with a few twigs and two rocks, starting to make a fire, hoping a female would come along - for once.
Don't think it's far now. Muscles in his thighs aching, Dawali wondered whether he should rest for the night or push on and get it over with. The latter was probably the better idea, especially since he was already so close to the border now that he might as well. It'd be strange, probably, for a pack member to encounter him here tomorrow, sitting under his fur-skin as shelter and talking to the horse, when he was this close. For some reason Dawali didn't find it very polite. So, despite it drawing near to evening, Dawali pulled the reins of the horse, leading it behind him until he reached a point where he'd say he was just around the border somewhere. Gvihita came soaring down from the skies just as he stopped - impeccable timing as ever. She looked at him, noticing how he was tired, and shut her mouth. Otherwise she'd probably have had something rude to say like always, but she could be kind sometimes. Glancing at her just as she turned her head the other way to look at something more interesting, he smiled. She probably didn't see it, but she'd know. She always did have a way to know what was going on in his head.
Quickly lifting his head to the skies, Dawali let out a long tone, clearly a request, but a polite one. An inquiry, perhaps. He was hoping to have someone quite highly ranked straight away - it was easier than to have to camp the night and look into it the day after. While waiting for someone to come, he went to the nearest tree and fastened the reins to it. Reaching into a few of the crudely made bags that were strapped around the animal, Dawali found a few fish, and the stone he used for making fires. In that same bag lay the things he was going to trade with, should they want to trade with him at all. He had some glass beads they'd bought from European merchants - they had adopted all sorts of fancy human skills, including glass-making. There were also a few metal ornaments, little chains with rocks on them looking very fragile, and lastly a few larger skin bags. If a male came, perhaps he would be more interested in the last item, but Dawali hoped he would not be. Mischka had made them - she'd been very skilled at making anything out of hides and skins - and they were well crafted and quite valuable because of this. Perhaps exactly to anyone who also held animals, as they were handy for having the food in. A femme would be interested in the beads, surely. And he had more of those, and none of personal value, so he sat down with a few twigs and two rocks, starting to make a fire, hoping a female would come along - for once.
Table by Pilot/Anna! <3