Come one, come all it's a Tinkers Haul
02-23-2019, 04:03 PM
The younger trader stood back to admire his handiwork. It had taken some time to secure the flax table to the upright logs. Flash had just finished tying the last knot, as Al had pulled it tight with his teeth, he pressed a paw against his ‘table’ and was happy with how sturdy it felt. It had taken him and Flash many long hours to weave the flax into something strong and durable, keeping it tight and taut now is what created his work surface. He spent some time after that, placing his wares on the table, from jewellery to clay curiosities. Vellum sheets were spread out and held flat to show the beautiful markings on their surfaces. Flash considered himself something of an artist. A small glass jar sat on the table, a comfortable, dancing flame sat placidly inside of it, casting a gentle orange light across the table. The day was still early, and the younger trader stood back, and nodded contentment at the work. Flash sat in the center of the table, tail curled about his back legs, and front pas resting lightly upon it. The wolf took a seat behind his stand, and begun to call out. “Come one, come all, it’s a tinkers haul! Delights from lights, to ink’s to write!” |
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