Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)
open to all packs/loners
He didn’t have much in the way of quantity to present, but the stuff he did bring was quality. Saren wanted to be sure that if he brought anything it was something he would be proud of. A number of tanned deer hides and some spears, it wasn’t much but he counted it satisfactory.
Rhyme returned her to her feet right before they arrived so that she might appear with dignity, though he thought riding in on a platform was much more royal. He gave Samara a teasing smile before leading the group into the festival. His eyes scanned the gathered wolves for anyone he might recognize. The other alphas were easy to place, but he didn’t spy anyone he was particularly close to. He hung back a little, offfering Eligos a polite nod before taking everything in.
The pup was keenly aware that he had eyes on him and whether it was the puppies, his uncles, his mother or his father it didn't really matter in the end. He'd not stray too far outside a supervising adult's vision, Deus was too conscious of the kind of pup he wanted to be and it was not the kind who worried his family unnecessarily. He wore a wide grin as he trotted beneath the many large legs, only pausing when he saw another cluster of puppies with their parents.
They were the first wolf puppies he'd met aside from his sister and Deus couldn't resist but torpedoing towards them, skidding to a stop just short of the family and nearly collapsing onto his face as his puppy weight fought to unbalance him. "Hi! Hi! Hi! I'm Deus!" An over-excited greeting was given to each pup in turn, his tail wagging so hard that it wiggled his rear end through the air with it.
This was her first long stint of time spent with Samara. She’d known for a while now that she was heavy with pups, little brothers and sisters to be born. Poem hadn’t decided how to feel but it was easier to be happy about it. There was already so much tragedy and bitterness in the world that she could be happy for the new life. She could be happy for her father.
With bright blue and lavender eyes the young woman scanned the crowd, her eyes not missing Sirius and his wife. She brightened as her gaze fell on Eligos. Poem shot him a quick smile before choosing a nice place to set up her wares. Hopefully nothing had broken on the journey.
He still needed a lot of work, and she wasn’t sure that she had been able to mold his opinions at all. She wouldn’t tell Sirius quite yet, if she could hold out until the kid was a yearling he would have more freedom. Sirius could take away the apprenticeship but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take up his time afterwards.
For now her eyes scanned the make shift booths that were springing up all over. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the two wolves who seemed hunched over a bag. The only merchant not eager to meet her eyes Venom made a bee line towards Eliphas and Aureus.
Samara had known that this was probably going to be the last time she'd get to leave the packlands before she had her litter. Rhyme certainly was't going to let her go by herself and as much as she wanted to give her sister the good news she wasn't stuborn enough to try and make the journey to Ashen while heavily pregnant. Which she was. Samara had started to wonder if it was puppies she was giving birth too or a whole herd of deer. They certainly kicked like bucks in rutting season. It probably didn't help that her abnormally small stature wasn't really built for pregnancy let alone the possibility of puppies as tall as their father. So instead of the rotund but otherwise glowing look she'd seen on pregnant females before she felt more like a ball with stubby limbs that just barely touched the ground. So while she put up a good show of pointing out she was still fully capable of handling herself she'd ultimately accepted Rhyme's offer to carry her. It would probably help to keep his mind at ease too. She had to admit there was a comfort to the closeness this brought her and the reminder of that day after the challenge when he'd carried her home so many lifetimes ago. Still, there was something to be said for the dignity to arrive on her own paws, something Rhyme was willing to give her. She stayed by his side for the most part, though she took notice of her niece and made a mental note to speak to her when she had a moment, the empire should know of it's soon to be new members. Still, she'd settle onto her haunches as soon as she could, the weight of her pregnancy was putting an extra toll on her already easily exhausted body. |
Having recently rejoined her family in their new home, Fel hadn't exactly had time to craft anything for the trade fair. Instead, she settled for being even security of a sort. The slender, dark fae was seated off to the side in a patch of shade. Spatterings of light from above illuminated the silver streaks that laced her onyx pelt. The shade was where she would stay unless needed elsewhere. Garnet eyes scanned each new face, learning it and filing it away. This whole social thing wasn't her bag. She would rather be off on her own or at least nearby her brothers. She didn't necessarily even have to talk to them, she just liked having them nearby. Her family was a comfort to her. Her immediate family, at least. The woman found that she was always a little anxious when she was away. Perhaps that was why she had lost so much weight while searching for their mother and sister. Seated beneath the tree, Fel brought one foreleg upward and licked one shining black paw, much like a cat. She liked to be as clean as possible. If she could find some fancy soap while at this fair, she'd call today a win. There wasn't much to trade other than some skins and feathers from recent hunts, including the pelt of a blackbear that she'd already found dead, having fallen off of a cliff side. Lucky her. Unlucky bear. Once she assessed the situation and took a moment to soak in the cool shade, she would be on her way to hunt down that soap. "Speech" |
In his saddlebags Meriadoc had all sorts of things. He'd brought samplings of all kinds of medicines as well as splints and things in case anyone was interested in demonstrations. The young field medic, knowing full well his days of learning would never be over, had come prepared to barter in knowledge as well as goods. If there were fellow healers here he was certain they'd share his hunger for knowledge and have similar feelings when it came to trading.
Looking around he didn't see any Fireside wolves but he knew for sure both Tyrian and Valentine were coming. As for the rest he couldn't say, but he was selfish enough to be happy if no more potential competition showed up. There were a lot of other wolves there, however. And- his breath caught in his throat. His favorite aggressive, certainly over-compensating for something saber-toothed dreamboat was here! Well, he certainly couldn't pass up saying hello to the handsome devil, now could he? In a loud, high voice that would carry over the masses that separated them, he sang, "Sirius!" Once the name was out there he switched back to his normal bass tones and shouted lackadaisically, "Come visit me big fella I'm setting up over here!"
With a wide swing he navigated his cart away and towards an open spot. Once there he lazily shrugged off his harness and began to rummage around in his cart. He had a rather eclectic assortment of goods to sell. Since Fireside had become all sheepy his goods had become heavily influenced by it. He certainly wasn't complaining. Sheepy things were easy to come by which meant less work for him. Scattered among the pelts, ram skull helmets and leatherwork, there were odds and ends he'd found and traded for during his travels. Really and truly he had a bit of everything.
NOTE: this character is pretty on the outside but nothing but ugliness and innuendo on the inside. It's best to consider all threads with him rated 'M' regardless of the official tags.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
51
Seadragoness