09-13-2018, 05:58 PM
Each corner of the wolverine’s maw curled upwards into a fervent smile in reaction to the sandy feline’s approach and offer. Seeing that this was a trading hub, he had figured that offering something of value was a sober choice, and perhaps Tena thought the same way. The vial of sand, which acted as a neckpiece, was made so in a dainty fashion, yet it appeared to be stout as well. A perfect trade, one may add. "Looks pretty, Tena," Wendell crooned softly, gently nudging the teacup towards her, while gesturing towards the locket with his wet snout. Once the haggle was done with, he’d happily equip it.
Then, another voice spoke up. Gordon, as the femme introduced herself, presented her flower fresh from the hind of her ear, but not to Tena, who was next in line. Awful sweet of her to immediately run to him, however, that’s not how the game operated. ”I’m sure Tena would love that, woul’n’cha?” he bid, shooting the kid a quick glance before returning his gaze to the golden feline. Gordon stuttered an awful lot, though it mustn't have the smallest ounce to do with anxiety, guessing by her straightforwardness. That, or the femme did her best to hide said uneasiness, which was admirable.
Then, another voice spoke up. Gordon, as the femme introduced herself, presented her flower fresh from the hind of her ear, but not to Tena, who was next in line. Awful sweet of her to immediately run to him, however, that’s not how the game operated. ”I’m sure Tena would love that, woul’n’cha?” he bid, shooting the kid a quick glance before returning his gaze to the golden feline. Gordon stuttered an awful lot, though it mustn't have the smallest ounce to do with anxiety, guessing by her straightforwardness. That, or the femme did her best to hide said uneasiness, which was admirable.