Hired Hunting (buying) Jun 22, 2021 23:48:31 GMT -6
Post by Lethalia on Jun 22, 2021 23:48:31 GMT -6
Lethalia contemplated the fact that she was really, really good at spending and not so good at keeping it. It was one thing way back when - it was like watching as many coin-winged butterflies flutter out of her coinpurse on their own accord. There was always something (the Caravan) or someone her coin was owed to. One grew used to watching it go.
Now she didn't owe a soul a single credit and it felt so much more amazing than she ever could have fathomed. (Probably not true. There were people she owed - but she considered those debts paid by way of, ah, the degree of separation between them. Can't ask you for 'their' money when they don't know where you are.) She'd expected that the lack of her cash being pledged elsewhere, shed get better at retaining it even when there wasn't something dire to be saved for.
Coin still tended to fly out of her hands as if they had somewhere better to be.
This one felt like it was going to be one of the more expensive trips, too. "G'mornin'," she greeted with her usual lit, even in the face of a less friendly shopkeeper. "Was hearin' y'catch special beasties, thinkin' I foun' th'righ place," Leth joked mildly, looking around the lodge and wistfully wishing they were hiring. "Lookin' f'two dairy murp," the two photos were laid out on the table, no matter how banal the quarry was. "An' wonderin' if there migh' be a purple hen out there y'can nab for me?" It was wishful thinking, unusual as those hens had become in recent years. She'd be lucky to get her hands on one nowadays. "Hatchling or adult don't matter much."
brown dairy murp 400c
black dairy murp 400c
purple sarane hen 400c ?