Amaya Faikata sat in the nook of a tree, watching warily as those around her made their way past. The forest was crowded during the midday, and not all business here was legal, there fore why it was not done in the cities. It was just her luck to be following the Caravan that dealt in such. Every finger and paw was a twitch, and Amaya would rather have a dagger through theirs, than one through her heart. Thinking of Midday got her feeling hungry, so she scuffed her way over to a vendor, and smiled, showing all her sharp white teeth.
"Hello Good sir, I was wondering how much you're willing to part with that Tiete Fruit there?" She purred, as she motioned to the bright blue and white produce.
" 'hat 'll be twenny Beaches" He returned without interest.
"Ah, that’s what that vendor over there said you would say. Said you were a scamming goat he did. Frankly I thought I should see first, but I guess he might be right..." The Vendor glared across at the opposing sales keep, and, then turned his glare onto Amaya.
" 'e did, did 'e?" he barked, " And what else did 'e say eh?"
" Him? Oh well, he basically talked about your sire, and such, I think he mentioned your mum once or twice..." Amaya trailed, as if she forgot the rest, or didn't want to say it. "Anyway, thanks, I'm just glad to know the truth" Amaya replied to where the shopkeeper had once been standing. She saw him head toward the other vendor, and grinning, she took three Tiete, and two sweet pastries. "Works every time." she chortled. Settling her canteen around her broad shoulders, Amaya headed away from the camp, before the two gentlebeasts sorted themselves out. As she stepped on the path, a dark light surrounded her like midnight falling on Lunar. "What the hel-" And without a sound, she disappeared; only her footprints remained.
When Amaya Came to, her first instinct was to vomit, her second was to kill whoever had played this on her, and her third was to look around. Lifting her nose, she scented oils, and the horrid smell of burnt carcass. Gagging, she looked around. She was still in a forest, but it looked sickly, and dead. Feeling more at home, she headed away from the smell, and only ran into more. " There must have been a war here..." And with that thought, she swung herself into a tree, and settled onto a branch.
Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you...
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