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To market, to market



Modesty

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02-02-2024, 05:54 PM

   

They didn't have to wait terribly long for a patrol to come by and let them in, and Modesty was on her best behaviour, giving them a smile and a dip of her head in thanks before they entered the great cavern that housed the market. Natural light filtered in from cracks and crevices in the ceiling overhead and lit up the mottled stone, highlighting streaks of grey and red. The soft soil under their feet still held a grittiness to it, the result of centuries of erosion no doubt. It was a bustling place and the noise echoed around the chamber making it seem so much larger than it was. There were stands for alcohol and armour, trinkets and herbs, but the one that caught her attention was closest to the entrance, with small pens set up and seemingly run by stocky, blockheaded dogs in varying shades of red, blue and black. No point beating about the bush, they'd only come here for one reason, really.

She approached the stall, the earthy and musty scent of livestock permeating the air. She understood why any food vendors were at the far end of the market. Modesty paced along the pens, taking it all in. Black faced sheep with their wool falling off in chunks, ornery goats, bleating distinctively, others with stranger pelts, curled and shining. She couldn't fathom what they might be for. Finally, they came to the cattle. Some far too large and imposing for their tiny isle, (she was sure she had seen cape buffalo on the archipelago before, no reason to bring more home).

No, the ones that caught her attention were a short and shaggy breed. Most seemed to be almost as red as the cattle dog manning the stall in colour, but there were lighter ones, and darker ones too. They were starting to bud horns which would help them to protect themselves from the numerous predators that called the islands home. “Thoughts?” she asked Jael, also noticing other varieties a bit further along, white with black or brown splotches, and others the colour of caramel that seemed to be marked 'dairy', whatever that meant, while these ones were marked 'mixed'.

“Speech.”








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