Depositing a Pest

Amy Sunders · 12-08-2011, 10:09 PM

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OOC

Amy stopped outside the pack boundaries. Hadley was well enough to move now, though barely. He'd spent the time complaining, each one met with a sharp cut and words meant to break his soul. It was starting to work, though it'd be another month before the fruit of her work could be seen. Until then he was likely to be rebellious and fight against everything she did, despite the consequences.

Ready to trade Amy let out a short deep howl, her dog heritage obvious. She was looking forwards to the stop, having heard about the recent upheavals. Even though the pack was recovering, there would still be many things they would need. Amy was just the one to step in and fulfill that. Smiling she waited for someone to answer her call, hoping that Alexandrea wouldn't try anything stupid.

Amy Sunders

Ralla · 12-28-2011, 11:26 PM

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Super-late, oh-so-very sorry >///< (Nootau: Not visible)

What with all the duties crashing about Ralla recently--and the house simultaneously empty and full, what with the children living there and growing into their new duties--the woman was beginning to feel overwhelmed. As always she was dutiful and industrious, fulfilling the chores and requirements of her daily offerings to the pack, but she was beginning to become worn down with the household chores. Truly she should've asked the children to help out more, but Alaster was already keen on a profession path, Ayasha was busy with hers, and Aleu would not be very useful in domestic chores at all, what with her aversion to dirt...

A howl from the border caught the young mother's attention, and in curiosity she perked her ears to listen. A trader? Since the war, AniWaya certainly didn't get many of those, and yet...the prospect of trade was very enticing. The tribe was in need of supplies to surplus what had been technically stolen from them by the Guardians, and materials were never wont to waste. Having been collecting firewood with Sugar there close to the border, where the reserve was thick with trees, Ralla traveled with the barely-laden quarter horse to the origin of the call. When she arrived, she was surprised to see a small caravan and an admittedly intimidating dog trader waiting. Straightening herself, Ralla nonetheless put on a smile as she approached the woman, happy that she was at least mindful of the border and outside of it. "Osiyo," she said in greetings. "I see you are a trader. My name is Ralla--what brings you to AniWaya?" Very standard, simple talk to get things rolling. How promising would this visit be?

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Amy Sunders · 01-16-2012, 04:26 PM

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OOC finally got around to it. Sorry for lateness

Word Count → 000

A white wolf arrived shortly after her call, riding a horse with a few sticks of firewood on her. Noting the red paint on her, Amy smiled. This was perfect. Perhaps this woman would be interested in taking Alexandrea off her hands. She nodded at the greeting, respectful of their distance. Slave trading was always risky, as one never knew what one's views were. Even among those who accepted slaves, the methods and beliefs varied greatly. Yes I am. I heard that a war was fought here recently, and believed you might need some supplies.

Amy walked around to the side of the wagon, and pulled it open. Inside were medical supplies, furs, and blankets. There was even a book tucked into a corner, and lots of jewelry and clothing. She moved further back, and unroped Alexandrea, pulling her to the front. This girl could help as well. She's a shaman painter, very skilled. She hails from the north. Amy waited for the wolf's response, wondering how she would react to the offer and supplies. They were good quality, as Amy would accept nothing less.

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