eerie whispers

Odessa D'Angelo · 01-24-2012, 01:29 PM

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Word Count » 5+tl;dr odessa is wandering around the tents after finishing her trading, she's been looking for medical crap~ random muse title

angels watching over me with smiles upon their face

Odessa was understandable cautious as she made her way through the crowds, always thinking about the hand of Eris at her back. It was covered well, by dark tendrils of her brown mane and also by the blue plaid scarf she acquired even before her first shift. Salsola’s leaders had commanded solidly that all members that had undergone the Cotona ritual were to cover the scarifications and all were to mask their scent. The garden was of course abundant with ways to mask the latter problem. Odessa had chosen mint, using it to craft a small bar of soap and washing with it by morning. The medic did so when Imhotep had left for the morning, not wanting to be spied on, though she never suspected he ever would. And she knew Novak was hardly bold enough to consider it. The slave had stayed behind to care for the numerous felines the feline had accumulated, one, Saffron, had been a gift from Eris no less. And in turn, her own kitten was gifted to Imhotep fairly early on in its life. Though Odessa saw no reason to disallow such things as the creature was never far away from its mother as Imhotep resided with Odessa. And what’s more it was unlikely that he would ever separate himself from the accommodation, after all the pair were becoming quite close.

Pumpkin eyes darted around as Odessa led the Remy, who carried various things to trade a stock, mostly leatherwork by Novak that was now heading towards depletion, to various stalls picking up odds and ends for the clinic. The small wooden building, or at least it would be, was her pride and joy. For several weeks now all her efforts had been channelled towards this project. Already the medic had acquired a healthy amount of furs and blankets, gauze and bandages. She had gained a few extra herbs and other bits and bobs, but there was one thing she had her eyes on. A large jar of salt that sat on a table. ’How much for that?’ she asked bluntly, for she had to hold herself in situations like this. The trader gave her a cautious stare, before considering his answer and replying, ’That fancy leather there’ he answered, gesturing loosely to the item. ’Pass it over’ Odessa did so and waited for his answer. ’It’s good... This for that?’ he questioned. Odessa nodded, still rather diminutive in these trades. The merchant inspected the leather before looking up. It was patterned carefully with intertwined floral decorations and even small birds, robins to name but a single form. It looked highly complex, a high price perhaps for a jar of salt, never mind how large. Odessa reached for it as the male nudged it forward, ’Pleasure doing business with you’ he said as Odessa secured the jar onto Remy’s back. ’Y’know, there’s a corral for him over there’ he noted, gesturing to the large Hispano Breton. ’I know’ Odessa said with a gentle smile as she wheeled away.

'cause I have made it through this far in an unforgiving place

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Amy Sunders · 01-31-2012, 06:50 PM

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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.

Amy had to fight to keep herself under control as a young male stood in front of her wagon, insulting her wares. They were good quality. She knew that, the surrounding merchants knew that, the stranger probably knew that as well. He was simply devaluing everything, trying to get her to trade high quality stuff for a sick looking sheep. At last her patience snapped. Her arm snaked out, grabbing his arm. His eyes widened with surprise as she promptly broke her arm. Take your wares elsewhere. Her words were a cold hiss, burning with fury.

Cradling his arm the man backed away. You're crazy. Amy smiled softly, shaking her head. He stumbled into the crowd, leaving the surrounding crowds to stare at her in disbelief. She didn't care. No one else had had to deal with such rudeness. True, it would affect things for a little while, but the male had left still alive with only a broken arm. Amy had waited far past her tolerance level before stepping up as well. If anything she deserved compensation.

Dissatisfied with the events Amy turned around, making sure none of her stuff had been touched by thieves. Each item was confirmed and rearranged to look better before she sat down on the furs before her, a glass of watered wine clutched in her grasp. She took a sip, watching the crowd idly. Sure enough they had moved on as if Amy hadn't done anything, though some of the merchants still shot her some dark looks. They didn't like her behavior, knowing it would reflect on all of them. That was just fine for Amy though. The worse the reputation of these strangers the happier Amy would be.

Odessa D'Angelo · 02-04-2012, 02:07 PM

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OOC comments here.

Behind her, Odessa noted a discontentment. While she didn't find it sensible to enter herself, she was visibly agitated by the scene even though her back was turn. Like many others, she gave a quick glance before moving on and trying to forget about the potential threat behind her. There were plenty of other stalls around which would keep her busy for at least a few hours more before she grabbed something to eat and drink, then setting off for Salsola again. The medic and gardener had traded for a thick deer skin cloak a few hours before and it would aid her greatly in her journey home.

The stalls she had been to before were avoided, there was nothing there she wanted any more and the rule was the same for the alcohol stalls. Odessa was naive in that sense and had never eaten or drunk anything intoxicating aside from what she was given in Salsola. That paste Molca had presented her and her fellow pack mates with that one time. Herbs, plants and medicine were naturally the exception. On learning of these things some few months ago she pledged to never take anything like that, or at least no to over do it.

Word Count: 000

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