I Live For Furs. I Worship Furs!

A little bird had whispered in Kaino's ear that the Armada had an open market. Anyone could attend as long as they weren't unruly. Well, when had she ever been unruly? Kaino was the example of grace and tact and all those good things. When she wanted to be, anyway. Today she would behave because she was on the hunt for something... exotic.

Strapping a pair of bundles to her fossa, the lavender and smoke fae made her way into Armada territory and towards the market. The sounds of others conversing and milling about met smokey ears and, by the time she arrived at the mouth of the market, Kaino was grinning. She wondered if they would have what she needed. What she desired most.

Fossa in tow, the Saxe fae began perusing the wares in each stall, mint and ice eyes touching on this object and that. So many things, some of them quite shiny. They weren't what she was after though. Furs. The pajamas of formerly living creatures. All shiny and soft... Kaino would never have enough. It made moving difficult, but that was something that she was willing to deal with all for the sake of lovely, silky furs.

"Speech"