sons could be birds,
taken broken up to the mountain
taken broken up to the mountain
Night lay thick on the ground when Nathaniel had left his house. The walk to the settlement was long enough, despite his generous stride, that dawn had crested the horizon by the time he arrived. A flurry of activity already stirred in the marketplace as merchants hurried to set up their stalls and a few intrepid folk came around to browse.
Nathaniel regarded the marketplace as something of a necessary evil. He had never been very good at haggling, had never been very much of a salesman, and frankly despised dealing with most strangers at all. Yet here he was, the sun still awakening behind him, setting out the last of the previous season's furs and trying to decide which was worse - interest or lack thereof.
Fortunately, there was still enough chill in the air to gather a few looks from passers-by. After a few hours, Nate's inventory was looking considerably more sparse. The rucksack he kept slung over his shoulder was, by contrast, considerably more full, and someone had offered him a goat once he managed to hike over to their place and retrieve it.
He was feeling optimistic, which was maybe why he called out to the slim young man he noticed browsing a few paces away. "You look cold," Nate called out to him, hoping to catch his attention.
Nathaniel regarded the marketplace as something of a necessary evil. He had never been very good at haggling, had never been very much of a salesman, and frankly despised dealing with most strangers at all. Yet here he was, the sun still awakening behind him, setting out the last of the previous season's furs and trying to decide which was worse - interest or lack thereof.
Fortunately, there was still enough chill in the air to gather a few looks from passers-by. After a few hours, Nate's inventory was looking considerably more sparse. The rucksack he kept slung over his shoulder was, by contrast, considerably more full, and someone had offered him a goat once he managed to hike over to their place and retrieve it.
He was feeling optimistic, which was maybe why he called out to the slim young man he noticed browsing a few paces away. "You look cold," Nate called out to him, hoping to catch his attention.
