flat laid palms & sweet nothings
invitation to the underground market!
He wasn't left waiting long, and the wraith found himself drawn to the sound of movement. Tracing the gentle movement of tall grasses around a body, a gentle luminescence began to break through the towering foliage as the wolf drew closer. He could tell only that it was a female wolf, based on scent. It didn't make sense for her to be carrying a lantern, as it was unlikely that the closeness of the grasses blocked out the sun entirely. Within a few moments, a pale fae appeared from behind the stone wall that appeared to form the primary boundary line of their territory. The glow suddenly made sense, it was coming from her long fur. By all accounts, he wasn't certain he had seen a wolf quite like this before. A latticework of lavender whorled around one eye, and long fangs poked out from beneath inky lips. He blinked at her for a moment, and then she spoke. “You stand at the wall of Valhalla. I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit – or Alpha – of Valhalla. What brings you to our borders?” musical tones hosted a lilting accent he couldn't quite pinpoint, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. Inclining his skull politely, the ebon male offered a soft smile. "My Lady, my name is Absinthe, and I am here on behalf of my master." he began, rich baritones rolling easily from an inky tongue. "He wishes to extend an invitation to you and your people, to join us in the north for a market. We have brought wares and finery from our travels, and wish to offer you the opportunity to browse. There is such a variety that something among them must certainly catch your eye, and we welcome trade of your own goods in exchange." he offered the explanation up with the occasional small gesture of his paw, and a small smile to leave the woman at ease. Brimstone gaze met with fathomless cerulean and sapphire, and he moved on with his explanation. "Should you wish to try your luck, there are games of chance and skill available to the public as well, and an arena of small game on which bets are always readily taken." While he suspected she wasn't the type to bet on the swift death of small animals, it was part of the speech, and he wasn't about to skip over it. Perhaps it was information worth passing off to the rest of her pack, in the event someone else may wish to partake. "We will be settled in the north, at the Caves of the Past, for the rest of the season, whereupon we will move to Auster for the winter. Shall I inform my master of your acceptance, or will you and your people be regrettably absent this time?" he asked the question evenly, with a slight tip of his head. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |