Heavy Demands
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OOC her shop isn't updated yet! will do soon. till then, she has a bear pelt, three deer pelts, five weasel pelts, two story books, an encyclopedia, and a book on carpentry, and the usual assorted crafts and jewels

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Amy's wagon was laden as again the supplies it carried changed. The rich materials and herbs to help with the birth of new life was taken out, replaced with thick pelts for the coming winter, and books of knowledge. They would help the time pass when winter came in, and they grew reluctant to travel outside. Her own movement would be slowed by thick snow, making the wagon more difficult to move. She would have to be careful, planning for such events.


Along with the more practical items, she had brought garnishes. Plants may die, but the brightly colored jewelry that she had displayed would surely be a temptation. While all of this was a great wealth, however, that wasn't what had her stopping here. Lucias had grown sick. A cough that refused to fade. Amy had gone through the usual remedies, but still hadn't figured out how to cure it. Perhaps someone who knew more about healing, and less about poisons, would be able to aid her. Howling Amy cocked her ears forward, hoping someone would come.


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Ink hadn't really been very... productive recently. Sure, he'd been busy taking good care of his wards- little Sura, who loved to get into trouble. The kitten, Kipp, who demanded a constant attention. Jericho, who was now starting to show the signs of her pregnancy. All was going well with each so far, but the thoughts and processes of Thorn's Brewery- which he'd been inspired to assist him with- had him stressed. So, he'd managed to convince Sura to come for a walk with him while he gave Jericho her excersize.

He started the walk with Sura tucked into the saddle bag, strapped in with a harness to avoid damaging leaps of rebellion. He wanted to get away from Jordheim and the stables before letting her off of her leash, per say. The pup was a handful and a pregnant mare would not approve of nippy toddlers at their ankles.

About a half hour's walk from Jordheim, he finally let her down to walk, with the sharp warning to keep close to him. While she did wander away a few times, she came back quickly enough and without argument. The walk was relatively smooth going- Ink couldn't complain.

It was when a howl sounded in the air that Sura became excited, darting around his feet, demanding they check it out. He responded by scooping the pup up, dropping her into the harness and mounting up carefully on Jericho's back- she was still safe to ride, but no galloping. They made quick time of the trip, knowing the way well from where they'd been.

And upon arriving, there was a wagon and a woman- a dog, he figured. Sura remained surprisingly quiet as they came to a stop, Ink remaining on the back of his mare cautiously. "These are Vinatta's borders. What brings you by?" He was careful about names, now, and kept Sura's saddlebag well away from arm's reach- just in case. This was too familiar not to be weary of, at least for the gypsy-born boy it was.


The Sura-less saddlebag is kept stocked with various goods and trinkets he's picked up.
There's quite a bit more there than usual, with how he's been collecting for the Brewery.
He also carries silver coins and figurines- trade stuff between caravans his family dealt with as a kid.
PP pending approval, so Sura may or may not actually be there. >.> I'll edit, if not.
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Nice to thread with you at last, Bria! And congrats on your Community Soul.


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When Ink had begun to get ready, doing things he didn't usually do, Sura felt sure he was going some where. Being obnoxious as she was, she'd decided that she wanted to come along too - whether or not he approved. Luckily for her, Ink didn't seem to mind her along and she found herself riding shotgun in the big horse's backpack. Sura had already thoroughly smelled every inch of it earlier, when Ink wasn't looking, just to claim it as her own. Ink was fortunate in some ways that Sura's primitive mind hadn't learned about some of the things that adults do, such as marking territory. It was perhaps the only reason that Sura's room and the saddlebags felt as clean and non-acidic as they did.


Along their travels, Sura's mind was ablaze with stimulation. Colors, lights, sounds, new things, and traveling! She remembered her first travel with Ink and how it felt strange, and how she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. But today, she felt sure she loved the activity, and perhaps even had begun to crave it somewhere in her bones. Because traveling was such a priveledge, she'd tried to be on her best behavior, but she couldn't resist excusing herself to go paw at a differently colored rock, sniff that strange frog, or try to catch a butterfly she'd never seen before.


Sura had learned that a howl meant someone was coming, even though someone might already be coming even if there wasn't such a howl. Sometimes the howl was filled with song, sometimes a message, or sometimes just a plain old howl. Sura knew this because her ears worked well and good. If someone was coming, that meant that they would probably meet them. She never felt too sure about meeting new people when Ink wasn't around, but when he was, it was a delightful activity.


When Ink met such a stranger, giving a sort of welcome that Sura didn't think was friendly enough, she couldn't help but chime in. "Yea, wecause we is fwom Winatta. Dat is dis pwace! Dids you knows dat? It is nice pwace, wike my dad-er, bwoder. Since you comes to nice pwace to says hello, we say hewwlo backs! You must be wery nices! We can pways sometimes since you are wuff wike me! I wike yer furrrr..... Dids you knows I can wounts to won wundweds? I shows you! Won wonwunded, two won wonded, wee... " (hover for translation) , her voice droned off counting as she now held her paws in front of her face, precariously balancing herself inside of the horse's bags.


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TL;DR : continue on!
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OOC nice to thread with you too! thank you Smile

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Horse hooves greeted her, and a heavily pregnant mare came into view. Mentally Amy studied the horse, swiftly adding up how much she was worth. A rather expensive trade for her. Well trained, and carrying a foal inside of her. This was a rather wealthy wolf. Her gaze returned to that of the wolf riding, brown eyes boldly staring up at him. She wasn't pack, she didn't have to submit to him. Her stance was strong, claiming the land outside of the border as her own. Wherever she stood, that was her territory, her own alpha. Behind her she could hear Adara, nervously shifting around. The beautiful slave was always anxious to please, despite Amy's treatment. She didn't care if the slave was always working to please her or not, she just cared that what she ordered happened.


The voice of a pup brought her attention, the tiniest smile flitting across her features as the young female spoke. She was older than Lucias, another cough wracking through the female's body. Remembering why she had come she shook her head. Lucias twisted around, gazing curiously at the bigger pup, but didn't do more than that. I have come for trade. I offer the items stored in my wagon in exchange for rare herbs. They would have to be, as she had all the common ones and they hadn't worked as they should have.


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