Unwanted Advice
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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Amy had found a solution to the unwanted guests, constantly pestering her with unneeded advice and driving those who would purchase away. A desk that had been considered rather useless suddenly became extremely critical. Amy placed the desk in front of her wagon, so that it would be hard to see her stomach as she moved around. She could also be quite comfortable resting on a chair watching for customers. Of course, she had to actually get stools for the customers to sit on as well. One of the caravan merchants had tried to sell her on some. A single glance had put stitches of laughter through her body. They were worth nothing but firewood.


Luckily there was a carpenter hawking his wares, and some quick bargaining got her some safe comfortable chairs. They weren't fancy by any means, but at least her customers would be able to sit like she was. It was unthinkable to imagine them being forced to stand while she was comfortable. Relaxed Amy moved around her wagon, rearranging things so that they were in positions visible in the new arrangement, the desk blocking the lower views. Done fixing things she hurried back to the desk, hoping she hadn't remained exposed for too long.


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#2
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Big Grin

With the rememberence of her old self, her old more social behaviours had come the familiar tingle of the wanderlust for the sable female. She had been told of this place by Zalen and Titania, who had both turned their noses up at it, seeing it as being too human for their liking, they had simply told her as they had been invited to a feast on the first day of this event and wanted her to watch the pack for them, she too, had been invited, but had been in her more reclusive mood and had simply peeked her head around the door and left again. But now she was wanting to be out in the world, she was always home to the pack again by bedtime and that was what mattered, she still kept up all of her duties, but unlike some of the other members of her pack the dark female did not mind meeting others from other packs, so long as they did so in neutral territory and not on her home land. So here she was, enjoying the fresh air and the whimsical feeling of the whole affair, she had brought with her her old canvas satchel, something which she had not yet given up, finding it all too useful and it was filled with books and some small trinkets to trade. She had decided that the best thing to do would be to wander around the whole place, to take a look at what was on offer and then see if there was anything worth trading for. She smiled as she walked, her long braided mane bouncing against her back as she did so, it held two brightly coloured feathers in the base today, gifts from her daughters, something which she was learning to treasure.

Finally a stall caught her eye and a smile crossed her lips, it seemed to be being looked after by a pale female who was sat behind a counter, she stood and moved about, revealing a very obvious pregnancy, again the sable Beta smiled, yes, that seemed like a good a place as any to start, a mother would be a nice easy way to ease herself back into normal social interaction. She padded over, a little bounce in her step which caused the bag of books at her hip to bounce against her body, she carried on seeming not to have even noticed this happening. Soon enough she was standing in the stall, she gave the pale female behind the counter a warm smile.
"Hello, are you open at the moment? Or are you having a break?" She asked, her tone warm and friendly, as it usually was, at least now that she was not shunning interaction from anyone that she had not know for a long time. In fact when she had been at her worst she had only been speaking to Zalen, Titania and Deuce and even those conversations had been a little forced, at least now she was getting back to normal.

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#3
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OOC new table!

Word Count :: +000

Amy watched as an old black wolf targeted her stall. Of course that was who would come. Amy sighed in frustration. She'd probably been spotted moving around, revealing her swelling stomach. Sinking down into her seat she watched the elderly female approach. Hopefully this wouldn't last too long. The satchel at her side did nothing to encourage Amy, positive that it simply held goods for a child or grandchild, or perhaps previous purchases. The wolf bounced into her stall, a large smile on her face. Talented at masking how she truly felt Amy grinned up at her, tail wagging slightly. Even if the female wasn't going to be trading, Amy had come to this festival to gain a positive reputation in the lands, and turning the grandmother away was certainly a bad way to go about doing this.


Surprisingly enough the words from the black wolf weren't about her pregnancy. It was asking whether or not she was open. Shock registered on her face for a moment before slipping back under the friendly merchant mask she wore. Yes, yes of course. Would you like to take a seat? Standing Amy moved briskly to the wagon, grabbing the pitcher of wine she had prepared for customers. Rushing back Amy resumed her seat, and poured a glass for her customer. Beaming she met her eyes. How can I help you? I assure you, what you see here is not everything I can provide. I'm willing to take orders, and travel to deliver. From the mundane to the unusual, I can get it for you. Eager for one of the few genuine customers she had since her stomach began to grow, Amy's tail thumped eagerly.

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Sorry for the wait on this dear Smile

The sable grandmother was not sure what reception she was going to receive, this female was heavily pregnant and there was a chance that she was regretting taking a stall here, perhaps wishing that she had stayed at home and rested. But in an instant Soran realised that this female was a business woman through and through, grinning at her and seeming delighted when the sable Beta asked if she was open. This was replied to with an invitation to sit down and an assurance that she was indeed open, the sable female smiled softly at the younger girl, moving and taking the seat gratefully. The dark female had been walking all day and although she was still fit and able despite her age she was pleased to be offered a rest, standing all day could be tiring even for the young, now the sable female was well over eight years old she was beginning to realize that she was not as young as she once was. Carefully she took her seat, her tail wagging as she did so, thumping against the leg of the chair casually as she did so. She smiled at the female as she stood and fetched a pitcher of wine, it was very obvious when she stood up that she was pregnant, but Soran chose to avert her eyes, instead looking at the treasures that were laid out upon the table, her eyes fell upon a small pot of red paint, she smiled as she looked at it, it reminded her of Zalen, he always drew that marking on his face with red paint, it was funny that no matter where she went now she was always reminded of her family, her pack. A small smile played on her dark lips as she looked it over. Her eyes roved around the small table in the stall, looking at the jewellery and her smile stretched across her lips even further when she saw the eagle feather arrows, she extended a dark hand and touched one lightly, stroking the sharp point, then down the shaft, touching the eagle feathers gently. Now they would be more than perfect for Robin. Soran's own pack did not like the human way of using weapons, Soran herself had never seen the point, she had only ever owned a knife and it had been turned on her in the first instance that it could be, but Robin loved her bow and the arrows would be wonderful for her.

The sable female withdrew her hand and smiled at the pale female as she returned, taking the offered drink with a smile. Soran had not drunk alcohol for a long time, again it was something that her pack did not like, but she felt that perhaps one little drink would not hurt anything. She took a sip from the glass, savoring the rich flavor for a moment, listening to what the pregnant female had to say. The pale female said that she could take orders and deliver them, at this Soran furrowed her brow a little, how did this heavily pregnant female plan on travelling she could not help but wonder this. She smiled at the pale female.
"You have some very interesting wares here, what would you be willing to take for the red paint? And these arrows?" The sable female asked, her lips curving into a smile again, a hand moving to her canvas bag, it was laden with contents, there was plenty that she could trade if this female would be willing.
"I'm Soran by the way, Soran Aatte." The dark female added, before her curiosity got the better of her, she looked the pale female over with careful eyes, taking a slow sip from the glass that she had been given as she did so, weighing up whether or not she was going to say something stupid.
"Should you be offering deliveries in your condition? If you don't mind me asking that is." The sable female asked cautiously, still watching the pale female with quiet eyes.

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OOC text here

Word Count :: +000

Returning to the table Amy smiled as she realized the elderly female had already selected what she was probably going to buy. Amy didn't know what it was yet, but she would soon enough. She was talented enough to realize that. Hopefully it wasn't near the back. The further along her pregnancy got the more tiring the movement was, giving Amy sore feet and an aching back. She would never show that she felt that, but the opportunity to sit down no matter how hard it was to stand again was welcome. She watched the wolf take a slow sip of the wine, savoring the flavor. It was a bit of a waste in Amy's mind, giving away good quality drink for free. She needed to build the reputation though, and would do whatever she had to to succeed.


It wasn't long before the offer was on the table. Quite literally, with the items in question sitting there. Amy grinned as she pulled the red paint and feathered arrows forward. Amy Sunders, a traveling merchant by trade. She would leave the fact that she was a killer as a hobby out of the discussion, not finding it relevant. Amy plunged into what would be available for trade as Soran took a sip, digging through her mind to measure their worth and what could be possibly given as payment for them. The paint was hard to find, despite it being small, and the eagle fletched arrows were expensive as well. The price would vary, depending on how many arrows Soran would choose to purchase. She managed not to frown as Soran finally spoke, bringing up the very subject she was trying to ignore. Amy had just started her travels half a year ago. She had no idea what difficulties there would be. This wasn't her first time being pregnant however. I promise my customers to be able to grant them whatever they request of me. I can't break that promise simply because of a slight inconvenience.

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