Things to Sell

Wylan looked up at the sound of a voice, and grinned at the stranger. He loved that someone had taken an interest in his pieces. He was, admittedly, a little shy at the idea of selling them. Unlike the honey treats that had first taken him to the market, these were crafted from the feathers he naturally moulted. There was quite literally a piece of himself in each of the crafts. 


“It's nice to meet you, I'm Wylan Fatalis.” he said, returning the pale girl's greeting. “I had the help of our packs crafter” he said, feeling that word was a fitting description of Ignita, who's incredible knowledge had her working in most aspects of the Armada. His wings fluttered lightly behind him as he leaned forward, his attention on the wolf before him. “What do you have? The more interesting or personally crafted, the better.” He explained. At least in his eyes.