backdated to v early spring bc brainfog sucks man
Erik had romped off into the market, really having a great time. It was a nice day, and he had enough trinkets on hand to trade for a bird of his very own. It would be a messenger-- he'd promised Ursa that he'd write. Actually, speaking of, if Erik could find her... maybe she'd like to help pick out the bird too. A quick stop off for the maple candies they'd gotten last time (she'd liked those, right?), trading away some of the smaller useful bits in his kit. Fuji had shown him how to make needles the last time they were home. Though it was a tedious process, every broken porcupine quill was worth it. Valuable for crafters and medics, as many as he could tolerate making, he'd be able to trade for something better.
Like birds. And maple candies. Standing up on the highest point in the market, Erik scanned the crowd, hoping Ursa would be in the market today. Or one of her brothers. Or Halo. Surely Halo had to be down here at least, and she could tell Ursa he was looking for her. Scowling into the middle distance, Erik could only hope that he'd be able to catch someone he knew soon enough.
"Speech"
