It had been a long time since Wylan had spent much time in the market, or sold the sweets he had made at a market stall. Perhaps the honey drops reminded him a little too much of his mother, who had caught the bees in the first place and set up the hives for the pack. Today, he would be entering the market with a very different set of wares, something uniquely him. He’d been gathering his feathers for a while now, and they were set up before him in an array of different ways. There were feather necklaces, feather brooches, feather writing quills, and simply deaths by themselves. He had no idea how well they would sell, but he was willing to give a try. "Speech"

Ellara had wandered far from her usual haunts, the call of adventure and curiosity leading her to the heart of Dreamer's Col. The mountain range loomed majestically before her, its cave system winding through the rugged terrain like a hidden labyrinth. She had heard whispers of the Armada pack and their enigmatic ways, and now, she found herself drawn to their market, eager to glimpse a different world.

As she approached one of the small openings at the base of the mountain, the scent of honey and feathers wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the cave. She followed the scent, her paws treading lightly on the rocky ground. The market was a bustling place, filled with the lively hum of commerce and the rich tapestry of the pack's culture. Ellara's pink eyes sparkled with interest as she took in the vibrant scene.

Her gaze fell upon a stall adorned with an array of feathers, each one meticulously crafted into necklaces, brooches, and writing quills. Intrigued, she stepped closer, her attention captured by the unique beauty of the wares. The wolf behind the stall, a stranger to her, seemed deeply immersed in his work, arranging the feathers with a careful hand. Ellara's presence was as soft as her muted pink fur, but her curiosity was palpable.

"These are quite exquisite," she said softly, her voice carrying the warmth of her nature. "I've never seen such intricate featherwork before. Did you craft them all yourself?" Her pink eyes met his, reflecting a genuine interest and a gentle smile. "I am Ellara Praetor, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet someone with such a unique talent." She paused, her melancholic spirit briefly lifted by the novelty of the moment. "What are you looking for in exchange for these beautiful pieces?"

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Wylan looked up at the sound of a voice, and grinned at the stranger. He loved that someone had taken an interest in his pieces. He was, admittedly, a little shy at the idea of selling them. Unlike the honey treats that had first taken him to the market, these were crafted from the feathers he naturally moulted. There was quite literally a piece of himself in each of the crafts. 


“It's nice to meet you, I'm Wylan Fatalis.” he said, returning the pale girl's greeting. “I had the help of our packs crafter” he said, feeling that word was a fitting description of Ignita, who's incredible knowledge had her working in most aspects of the Armada. His wings fluttered lightly behind him as he leaned forward, his attention on the wolf before him. “What do you have? The more interesting or personally crafted, the better.” He explained. At least in his eyes.

Ellara's breath caught as she observed Wylan's wings, a pair of delicate appendages that seemed to flutter with a life of their own. She had never encountered a wolf with wings before, and the sight filled her with a sense of wonder that shimmered like stardust in her eyes. The feathers, each one a marvel of nature's artistry, an intricate dance of colors that left her momentarily breathless.

Her gaze lingered on Wylan's wings, admiring their ethereal beauty, before she allowed her eyes to travel back to his face. His grin was a beacon of warmth, and his shyness only endeared him to her more. The feathers laid out before him were more than just trinkets; they were fragments of his essence, painstakingly crafted into objects of delicate allure.

Ellara's voice, soft as a whispering breeze, carried a note of wistfulness as she spoke. "Wylan Fatalis," she repeated, the name rolling off her tongue like a song. "Your creations are truly captivating, each feather a testament to your unique gift." She paused, her gaze once more drawn to the fluttering wings, a symbol of something rare and extraordinary.

"I must confess," she continued, her tone tinged with a touch of regret, "I do not carry with me the kind of treasures you seek. My offerings are simple: herbs from the wilds and fruits of the season. It would take me some time to gather them and bring them here." Her pink eyes met his again, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "But perhaps we can arrange a future trade? I would be honored to exchange the fruits of my labor for one of your exquisite pieces."

Ellara's heart swelled with a sense of anticipation, the promise of a future encounter with Wylan a bright thread in the tapestry of her journey. She knew that their paths had crossed for a reason, and the market of Dreamer's Col had become a place of unexpected enchantment, where the promise of future exchanges shimmered like the feathers in Wylan's wings.

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Wylan offered her a light smile, a little embarrassed by her poetic compliment. “It’s just a hobby.” He explained, something fun for him to figure out, and to share the joy of his wings with others. He wasn’t really too fussed that she didn’t have something to trade for the pendants. Though he wasn’t sure Basilisk would agree with the sentiment. But the work and resources had been his own. “You can have one, and perhaps one day you can pay it back to me?” He suggested, waving a paw for her to pick from the selection in front of him. Offering her the chance to help herself, and perhaps she would trade something in return for it down the line. "Speech"

Ellara's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she listened to Wylan's words. His offer was unexpected, and it touched her deeply. "Thank you, Wylan," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You are too kind."

She carefully examined the selection of feather jewelry, each piece a testament to his skill and creativity. Her eyes settled on a delicate pendant necklace with feathers that shimmered in hues of blue and silver, reminiscent of a twilight sky. She reached out and gently picked it up, holding it reverently in her paws.

"This one is beautiful," she murmured, looking back at Wylan with a grateful smile. "I will cherish it always and think of your kindness each time I wear it. And I promise, one day, I will repay your generosity."

Ellara carefully fastened the pendant around her neck, feeling a sense of connection and gratitude toward Wylan. "Thank you again," she repeated, her pink eyes meeting his with genuine appreciation. "You have given me a gift far more precious than any treasure I could have imagined finding here. These feathers are unique to you. I will not forget today!"

She stepped back, her heart full, and offered him a final smile. "I.. should start getting ready for my journey back to Auster now," she said softly. "But I hope our paths cross again soon. Until then, take care, Wylan." With a gentle nod, Ellara turned and began her trek home, the pendant a constant reminder of this moment and the kindness of a new friend.

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