To market, to market

Wylan had started an interest in making honeyed sweets. His mother was exceptionally good at making snacks, and he decided to try and develop some skills in the area. Once he had a couple batches, he wheedled and begged his father to let him sell them at the marketplace. He wanted to see what interesting things he could earn, and he wanted to meet new people.

He had a lot of conditions for being allowed in the market. He wasn’t allowed in there for more than two hours, so he couldn’t overly harass anyone. He wasn’t allowed to ambush customers, and he had to acknowledge that he was under watch, and if he wasn’t on his best behaviour he would be booted.

He was absolutely on his best behaviour. His wares were being carried by his miniature polar bear, who walked about on two legs beside him. His tail was wiggling a hundred miles an hour behind him, and definitely in danger of knocking things over. He just overheard some wolves say they could eat when he turned his attention on them. “Hi, Hi Hi! He said, stopping before them both. Did you want some honey candy? I made them myself!” He beamed


"Wylan Fatalis"