Aurielle Adravendi

[Trade Fairs are Now Open! This is Aurielle’s Trade Fair Thread. Other Traders can Make Spinoffs to Trade their wares and items!] With newcomers arriving this morning, Aurielle paced through the tents and yurts, a smile upon her features as she surveyed the many stalls, both of those of the festival guests and of the Nomads, as well as a few stalls for Valhallan wares. And one for herself. She reached the center of the Fair’s “Courtyard”, a place which the stalls circled facing inward—these stalls were the most favorable, and were a first come, first serve deal, if you got your wares set up first in the tent, none could challenge you for your stall. She tipped her muzzle to the sky, howling a three-note song, announcing the Opening of the first Trade Fair of the Festival. Letting the call echo on the cool morning breeze, she padded easily toward her own stall, making a last few adjustments of folded furs, soft and supple. Her little paddock of sheep dolefully bleated, staring through the woven fence. There were many things that she had compiled, and several that she had gained from the Nomads, to share in whatever she gained from the trade of the items. Teeth, predator and prey, herbs, common and rare. Perfumes like what she wore to hide her scent, lay arrayed in bottles—bottles found among many human ruins, and corked tightly, sealed with wax by the nimble hands of Nomad companions. Spears leaned against the wall, sharpened and ready for the next hunt or battle they might see, and other weapons, both for hunting and battle. Items of jewelry and sashes of silk and other fabrics lay fanned and folded in eye-catching arrays of color and glitter, some wolf made pieces, but most the remnants of the human eras. Her haunches lowered to the ground as she smiled, waiting patiently for any who wished to peruse her wares. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Chaos padded with a deliberate air of laziness through the circled market stalls. He wasn't interested in setting up a booth of his own, nor was he looking for anything particular so much as simply sightseeing. Valhalla's alpha caught his eye, there in front of her own booth full of trade goods, and he took it in his head to meander over her way. He stopped to check out the goods casually, particularly eyeing the weaponry. He wasn't particularly a fan of spears. A little awkward to hold in the mouth and they had a tendency to twist in the grip. Besides, he was much more the up close and personal type of fighter, and the necessity of holding the spear took away the use of too many of his favorite weapons - which was to say, his fangs. As for the rest, he had no use for perfumes or jewelry or... what was that, teeth? Still, he gave her a lazy grin and asked, "What exactly are you hoping to get here?"