All That Glitters is Gold
06-24-2016, 10:25 PM
Mags ribbed her, but Peregrine could only chuckle. Alright, she'd deserved it. It was just that it had been so long since she'd had the acquaintance of anyone with the knowledge or skill sets to get real goods, luxury things. she supposed she was more lucky than she originally thought to have bumped into her old friend again. Peregrine smiled, a toothy thing with glimmering eyes. "You have a point, I beg you forgive my delicate sensibilities," she faked in a ladies' accent, sweet and delicate and fragile in it's saccharine nature. She fluttered her eyelashes to ensure that Mags would pick up her humor. She mentioned a meal, the magic word, and Peregrine barked out a laugh. Even after the months between their last meeting she hadn't forgotten that which Peregrine prized over all else. Food.
She commented that the cattails were difficult to gather in bulk, but Peregrine just shrugged. She'd onced collected them, reed stalk and all, and laid them down as thatch to insulate her den. After some time the fiber fell in among the reeds and all in all most moisture was held at bay, but that didn't mean Magpie wasn't right. It was a massive pain in the ass. Still she raised an eyebrow and cast the other woman a dubious look. "Have you ever seen me try to catch a rabbit?" It wasn't pretty. She was a dismal hunter at best. Pelts were out of the question for her unless she had the wealth to spare for them and she was rarely in one den long enough to splurge on them. Instead she sighed. She too hoped trade would soon flow into this rich, if stagnant, realm. It was ripe to make a fortune from, if only she could light the spark. She laughed at her friend's banter, while she considered what they might be able to do to get things moving.
She commented that the cattails were difficult to gather in bulk, but Peregrine just shrugged. She'd onced collected them, reed stalk and all, and laid them down as thatch to insulate her den. After some time the fiber fell in among the reeds and all in all most moisture was held at bay, but that didn't mean Magpie wasn't right. It was a massive pain in the ass. Still she raised an eyebrow and cast the other woman a dubious look. "Have you ever seen me try to catch a rabbit?" It wasn't pretty. She was a dismal hunter at best. Pelts were out of the question for her unless she had the wealth to spare for them and she was rarely in one den long enough to splurge on them. Instead she sighed. She too hoped trade would soon flow into this rich, if stagnant, realm. It was ripe to make a fortune from, if only she could light the spark. She laughed at her friend's banter, while she considered what they might be able to do to get things moving.
