We Are Stained with the Blood of Stars
Deity and Dutch
07-01-2019, 03:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2019, 03:12 PM by Deity.)
Deity, still feeling sheepish over her lack of prodigiousness, couldn’t help but pout a bit while Dutch began to speak. Surprisingly, the she-wolf didn’t say she did as terribly as Deity believed— in fact, she stated quite the opposite, lifting Deity’s spirits a bit. She absolutely believed Dutch’s claim that crafting took practice— it was far from easy, after all. Deity perked her ears at the mention of the gemstone’s future, curiosity immediately piqued. Sell it? With the Hjarrandi? The way she phrased it made it sound as if the Hjarrandi were organized traders, something Deity had never really heard of until now. Sure, she’d been present while a couple rogues traded food or herbs, even done a bit of trading herself, but... merchant groups? Fascinating. ”With whom does your band trade? I haven’t ever heard of traders who work in groups. And what do you trade for?” Deity asked. Her words made her consider Dutch’s purpose— what was she after? Why specialize in trade and craftsmanship if you don’t have anything in particular that you want? Sure, the female seemed... aimless, like she was just wandering through life and sniffing the flowers, but was that really so? And the Hjarrandi, what were they after? There was no food shortage here in Eastern Borealis, certainly not at this time of the year. Decorum was pretty, but then again, why trade for it when you could make it yourself? Really, there were so many questions Deity could ask, but she didn’t want to overwhelm or irritate the source of her answers. She had patience, though. Things would come to light eventually.
And so our haloes became collars and golden chains; our proud, shining divinity became the very thing that bound us.
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