Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)

Grandmother Rhythm hadn’t really been up for the trip all the way out here so along with her own pieces Poem brought along some from the old woman. She was still convinced hers were inferior to Rhythm’s but she was honored all the same to have them together. With herself and Allen laden with the wares she brought there was no shortage of pieces to offer. Sets of jars, bowls, and a few other useful items. She was reminded that Eligos wanted to see what she’d make and she brought items made with the clay he’d helped to carry back to Abaven.

This was her first long stint of time spent with Samara. She’d known for a while now that she was heavy with pups, little brothers and sisters to be born. Poem hadn’t decided how to feel but it was easier to be happy about it. There was already so much tragedy and bitterness in the world that she could be happy for the new life. She could be happy for her father.

With bright blue and lavender eyes the young woman scanned the crowd, her eyes not missing Sirius and his wife. She brightened as her gaze fell on Eligos. Poem shot him a quick smile before choosing a nice place to set up her wares. Hopefully nothing had broken on the journey.