03-10-2009, 08:22 PM
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He nodded patiently as the male spoke, cautiously heeding his words. Dawali's offerings were somewhat trite and cute; had Jefferson been a few years younger and easily delighted, he might've squealed in the face of such glittering and shining objects, but at his age and demeanor, that wasn't quite the case. The skin and bags could be of definite use one way or another, but his interest in the pearls and the like ran thin. There had been a time when Phoenix Valley was overrun by males--the only females had been the leader and ex-leader--should that happen again, of course, pearls and the like would hardly be something to hold onto. He considered the thought, though, and what opportunities or possibilities he could've used them for.
"Leather and skins can always be put to good use," he shrugged. "Not sure how we'd use the rest. Usually the pack runs low on women, somehow." Jefferson snickered somewhat, then turned his shoulder to glance at Iskata, knowing that she felt babysat and unconsidered in their decision making. She looked like she'd been in deep thought, somewhat, and paid more attention to the horse than he might've expected. "How many horses do you have, Dawali?"