*slaps roof of car* (hjarrandi market day)
08-06-2019, 09:01 AM
Deity wandered from stall to stall, eyeing the goods laid out before her. There were beautiful trinkets of all sizes and colors and shapes, there were spears, there were furs, there was headwear and jewelry. Each stall had a different wolf sitting in it, guarding their goods. A flash of red caught Deity’s eye. She turned her head and saw a bright fox pelt alongside an assortment of feathers. Her gaze drifted across the wares splayed out across tanned elk hides. Then, from a distance, she observed the owner of the stall. Lifting her head slightly, she tried to catch a scent, but the marketplace was rank with colliding stenches of stars knew what. She couldn’t have sorted through the mess if her life depended on it. So, for a moment, Deity watched the wolf. His frame was sturdy. Masculine— a male, then. Two companions perched by him, intently watching the crowd. This could prove to be interesting. Deity had nothing to trade, but she was curious as to how this market worked, and keen on learning about the ones who ran it. Deity approached the stall, eyes fixed on the male running it rather than the goods. She stopped at the outer corner of the hide display to the male’s left. She cast her gaze downward, and lifted a paw to indicate the headdress. ”How did you make this?” She asked, regarding the object with fascination. |
And so our haloes became collars and golden chains; our proud, shining divinity became the very thing that bound us.
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