because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing
You've been sitting nearby, watching the comings and goings with avid interest as the human-animals prepare for Fiat Lux. But none of that is as interesting as the wagon- a thing that seems to boast some level of magic, drawing people around it like a lantern might attract a swarm of eager moths.
It is an allure you are not immune to: slowly, steadily, you drift ever closer, your brown eyes wide and wondering as they take in the wares. Truth be told you have no real interest in material items- it's the bargaining and bartering that interests you more, and you listen intently as people make offers, trying to further understand the system of economy and exchange that Jigano so roughly introduced you to all those weeks before. Since then you've come to feel a little better, though not quite enough to make an offer of commerce yourself.
That's about to change, though.
As the haggling continues and people make their trades you stand to the side, observing and waiting. Finally, when things begin to calm down, you approach the red-haired man who seems to be in charge. Extending your hand to the stranger, you smile shyly at what appears within: a small mushroom, dancing merrily, its red cap bobbing up and down to a music only it can hear. "Hullo. I dunno much about barterin', but I'll trade you this for whatever you have left? Is that fair?"
It is an allure you are not immune to: slowly, steadily, you drift ever closer, your brown eyes wide and wondering as they take in the wares. Truth be told you have no real interest in material items- it's the bargaining and bartering that interests you more, and you listen intently as people make offers, trying to further understand the system of economy and exchange that Jigano so roughly introduced you to all those weeks before. Since then you've come to feel a little better, though not quite enough to make an offer of commerce yourself.
That's about to change, though.
As the haggling continues and people make their trades you stand to the side, observing and waiting. Finally, when things begin to calm down, you approach the red-haired man who seems to be in charge. Extending your hand to the stranger, you smile shyly at what appears within: a small mushroom, dancing merrily, its red cap bobbing up and down to a music only it can hear. "Hullo. I dunno much about barterin', but I'll trade you this for whatever you have left? Is that fair?"
