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Set Feb 15. Any possible trades, those with knowledge about horses, or people who hate slaves welcome

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The coyote Angel had given to her as a new slave was difficult. He was angry at everything. His youth would make him easy to mold, but until then she had a large choker on him, used when he decided to snap at customers and the like. Holding his leash in one hand Amy examined the remaining horses that she had for sale. There was only four left, and they were all quite healthy. The one complaint was that they weren't receiving very good care, as Amy didn't know how to care for them. She'd always depended on her slave for that. This brat was completely untrained however, and couldn't help her.


Sighing she examined the area around her. She signaled for the usual merchant to watch her wagon and headed out. Deciding that she would need to seek out someone to help care for the horses Amy set off. The slave struggled behind her, quickly falling into line as his air was cut off. Looking around she examined the various goods, searching for someone who might know about horses.

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Grace is good with horses. Smile


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News of the Winter Festival wasn't hard to come by in these parts. A place with trading, feasts, and new things to see. Being the curious girl that she was, Grace was obliged to attend. She had left Layla to her own devices for the day, and with only Taj, atop her head in his usual perch, to accompany her, she explored the festival thoroughly and with great interest.


Horses seemed to attract her like magnets, and she saw these ages away. They weren't in the best of shape, but they seemed strong and healthy, and she hoped that they would be bought off quickly by those who could afford them better care. As she moved toward them, she nearly ran clear into a girl, a blonde dog dragging a coyote by a choking collar. She cringed, frowning in disdain. Her upbringing had been doused in personal freedom; slavery fell into a category of things that she didn't much care for.


Then again, she didn't know the details. Maybe there was a reason? It wasn't really her place to judge others.


She approached the horses slowly, easily, reaching into a pocket for carrot pieces. She wasn't sure that she had the resources for a second horse, let alone four more, but she could at least give them some good treatment.


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Amy turned, a sharp word on her tongue for the wolf that had almost run into them. Raoth had given up struggling, just working on being able to breathe. Amy didn't do anything as he loosened the choke collar, though she tugged sharply as he went to remove it. Anger mounted as the female approached a stall that clearly had no merchant manning it. Her stall, to be exact. Thinking she had caught a possible thief Amy reversed directions. Raoth let out a yelp of disdain as he moved, cursing as she pulled him along.


She stopped as carrot pieces were taken out and fed to the horses. Well well. It seemed there wasn't a need for her to go out after all. Someone who knew about horses had came directly to her. All smiles now Amy slipped the chain securing Raoth around a peg, leaving her hands free. Approaching the wolf Amy smiled. They're beautiful creatures, aren't they. They held a flowing grace to them that was difficult to track down in horses, as usually the ones being sold in places like this were poor quality, the good ones bought off days ago or kept for the merchant's own use. You don't happen to know about them, do you?

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It took Grace less than than five seconds, from the time the girl spoke, to deduce that she didn't like her. The nearby slave left a sour feeling in her stomach, and the tone of the questions reminded her of something slimy. There wasn't a fraction of authenticy to her, Grace thought. If there was anything she despised, it was fallacy of character.


She smiled brightly, a true diplomat. "About these horses in particular, or just horses?" Her question was innocuous, but her inferrences about this girl's intentions were less than savoury. If she would keep a coyote - and a young one, at that! - as a slave, she would do nothing good to a horse. She would have to tread carefully.


She spoke slowly, choosing words carefully. "I know plenty of horses. These are in good health, but not for long. The one these belong to, he knows nothing in the way of horses, and ought not be allowed to care for any creature." She flashed another smile, her demeanor pleasant and casual. "You'd not happen to know whose these are, would you?"

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The tone the female addressed her with sent Amy's hackles standing. It was so false, sugary sweet. It almost felt like she was being humored, accused of behaving falsely. Amy resisted hitting the girl, remembering that she needed to behave, and it could backfire since she was pregnant. At least the girl seemed willing to play along, answering her question. Amy did need to find someone who knew about horses, whether or not she liked them.


Amy snarled at the implied insult. Amy knew plenty about caring for predators. Young creatures and herbivores were the ones she struggled with, and she always made sure to find those with knowledge to care for them. It was just bad luck that her trained slave had been sold, sticking her with someone completely ignorant. I own them. Their health is none of your business. She glared at her with all the fierceness she could manage, angry that she had been scolded for something Amy had no power over, and was trying to correct.

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In your next reply, if you could include Amy giving her information about the horses, that would be smashing.



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Grace tilted her head slightly, her face a mixture of amusement and skepticism. "Oh, I meant no insult, sweetcheeks. No need to get all defensive." Her tone was so mild, one could hardly take negativity from it. She was a peace-keeper, and diplomacy was a skill that she had in plenty. She wouldn't fight with this girl; there was no need in it.


She continued, keeping her voice even. "I just thought that - well, you said that they are beautiful, and I agree. Things that are beautiful ought to be well-kept, no?" She thought for a moment, then smiled cheerfully. "Look, I assume that these are here because you're looking to sell. What do you want for them? I've got hand-crafted wood-work, leather-work, pelts - what's your fancy?"


It wasn't that she knew of anything to do with four horses. It was just that she couldn't stand the idea of this awful woman keeping them. She could care for them, get them healthy again, and then find good homes for them, perhaps within AniWaya. Anything was better than this.


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The way that the wolf spoke rubbed against Amy. Her words felt ever so slightly false, as if she was mocking Amy, purposely insulting her. The nickname grated against her even harder. She wanted to throttle this woman, if only her need for someone to care for the horses weren't so sharp. Amy sold quality goods. The horses wouldn't be quality if they suffered from poor care. Amy had to deal with the rough treatment if she was going to get the information she needed to care for the creatures in the future.


Amy was almost caught off guard by the sudden offer to purchase, but her polite merchant's mask slipped on. She nodded her head, smiling slightly. Yes, they are for sale. The black one is 7 years old, broke to pull a cart, though can also be used as a light riding horse. I'm afraid she's no good for long term though. Too much of the finer points of the breed came through her. The brown one with the white markins is 3, he's just been broke to saddle, sweet temperament. He believes he's the leader of the little harem. The grey horse is 6, very sturdy. Trained as a war horse, though she was never used for that purpose. The small one in the back is excellent for riding, just 4 years, but she has quite the fiery temper! Amy's eyes lit up as she gave her spiel, enjoying the feel of helping someone. I could take some leather work. Two decorated purses, fine quality and dyed, as well as 4 pelts and you can have the whole group.

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Powerplay approved by Bria. Assuming that none of these horses would be saddled, as keeping them that way would be unrealistic. You can make up specifics for the goods that Amy will like; the vast array of this sort of thing that Grace has gathered leaves a lot of room for imagination.



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Grace listened and considered. The price was fair, and the horses needed caring. She ran her hands carefully over each one, making her own judgements along-side the ones that their owner had given her. They seemed in fine shape, besides a bit of rough-handling and poor conditions, and she figured that she could find something to do with them.


She paused briefly, then shrugged. "I'll take the lot of them. Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll have your goods for you. Mind if I take one of these?" At the female's acknowledgement, she mounted the brown and white horse deftly and rode home bareback. She was surprised how responsive he was, and she rewarded him handsomely with oats while she gathered the things that she needed.


"Lucky that I did so much crafting while I was on the road with Briar, eh Taj?" she told rather than asked the crow as she put everything into a woven cloth bag and pulled the draw-string closed. She grabbed a few harnesses and lead-ropes as well - she wasn't one to trust anything that she didn't make herself. Then she returned to the borrowed - and soon, bought - horse, and he carried her back to the festival, where the yellow female waited for her to return with payment.


Grace handed over the draw-string bag and smiled. "I trust that these will be sufficient. Keep the bag, too - it's hand-woven, hand-dyed, and beaded with hand-crafted wooden beads, and the draw-string is home-grown hemp." She had a few of these; crafts were a pleasant pastime on the road, while Briar did her arts and the horses rested. She could spare this one.


With payment made, Grace put the harnesses and lead-ropes on the horses. The ropes were sufficiently long that she might ride the stallion while leading the others, and so she did. With a pleasant smile and a wave, she turned again toward home, this time with four refugees in tow.


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The female agreed to purchasing the whole lot. Amy allowed her to take the stallion back to her pack to gather the supplies needed. She wasn't worried about being robbed, as Amy could easily track the female down if needed. The only slight flaw was how long she'd have to wait to do such a thing. With the wolf gone to get the supplies needed for the trade Amy brushed each of the horses out, making sure that they looked their best. There was nothing Amy could do to correct what she didn't know, but the horses were cared for to the best of her knowledge, and ready for their new home.


A beautiful satchel was handed over to Amy. Opening it Amy nodded her head. The leather of the purses was quite good. A sleek silver fox pelt, two deer pelts, and a small bear cub pelt was included. With the horses cared for Amy turned to place her new possessions among the wagon. She heard the female tie them up, and watched them ride away, the stallion in the lead, head held high. That went the last of her problems. Now she could concentrate on sales without any pestering. As if to refute her something fell in the back, followed by some muffled cursing. Sighing Amy turned to deal with her useless slave.

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