angelfish // food stall

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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i wanna take the long way home "

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the slight figure of a scarred old she-cat made itself known, the dark femme approaching the stall with her nose in the air. at her hip hung her little satchel complete with a book slung over so it's binding was held open over the string that held the satchel about her shoulders, a small dagger hanging closer to her shoulder in a worn holster.

tail waving about, she scented the air with a throbbing purr, commenting as she approached the stall, "it smells wonderful, ser. if i am not wrong ... i smell rabbit and duck as well as multiple fruits and ... even insects? a wonderful palette choice. how do you suggest one buy? a trade of food for something material, or something else?", she asked in a soft humored tone of voice, happily breathing in the delicious scents. eyes traveling the wonderful array, her mind couldnt help but wander back to less pressing times.