81 Frost, Year 123
[Closed - Solo]
Knowing that Hilana was taking Athalia out to the Frost Festival, Vasilei had come up with the idea that the young woman could also take a few Featherlight satchels full of goods and see what she could sell and trade for out there. It wasn't a bad idea, really, what with the size of their maternal clan and the fact that it was the largest concentration of Vastian nomads at any given time. He had considered coming himself, but someone needed to mind the shop, and considering his niece was due to go into labour at any given moment; he wanted to stay close by in the capital. But perhaps he would join them later.
With Athalia still resting, Hilana set up the open-fronted tent, more of a lean-to, really, and installed herself on the market row. What she had was all kinds of solutions from home, from teas and ointments and elixirs, to honey and mead. She had a list of things that her boss wanted her to acquire in turn, because while it was easy enough to send Hilana far out into the reaches of the Expanse to find something, if it was already on hand... they could support their people who found those goods and were willing to barter for them. They might not make it all the way north where Solunarium proper was, but this was as good a compromise as any.
There would be some getting up late to return to their little makeshift stalls, considering how long the festivities had gone into during the night, but with Hilana and her tendency to thrive on very little sleep no matter how active she had been the previous day, she was one of the first ones with an open stall. And this would give her opportunities to get ahead of others that might want business, and the early bird got the worm, didn't it?
...Even if the second mouse got the cheese.
[Closed - Solo]
Knowing that Hilana was taking Athalia out to the Frost Festival, Vasilei had come up with the idea that the young woman could also take a few Featherlight satchels full of goods and see what she could sell and trade for out there. It wasn't a bad idea, really, what with the size of their maternal clan and the fact that it was the largest concentration of Vastian nomads at any given time. He had considered coming himself, but someone needed to mind the shop, and considering his niece was due to go into labour at any given moment; he wanted to stay close by in the capital. But perhaps he would join them later.
With Athalia still resting, Hilana set up the open-fronted tent, more of a lean-to, really, and installed herself on the market row. What she had was all kinds of solutions from home, from teas and ointments and elixirs, to honey and mead. She had a list of things that her boss wanted her to acquire in turn, because while it was easy enough to send Hilana far out into the reaches of the Expanse to find something, if it was already on hand... they could support their people who found those goods and were willing to barter for them. They might not make it all the way north where Solunarium proper was, but this was as good a compromise as any.
There would be some getting up late to return to their little makeshift stalls, considering how long the festivities had gone into during the night, but with Hilana and her tendency to thrive on very little sleep no matter how active she had been the previous day, she was one of the first ones with an open stall. And this would give her opportunities to get ahead of others that might want business, and the early bird got the worm, didn't it?
...Even if the second mouse got the cheese.