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Qit'ria looked at the slightly swollen belly of the woman, and immediately wanted to touch it. But this woman was a mother now, so Qit'ria knew she'd be incredibly protective of her young. All animals and people tended to be. An angry, protective mother was one of the most powerful forces on Idalos. Qit'ria couldn't imagine being fat nor pregnant. Being so hindered, so fat and chunky about the belly and other areas was revolting. She wouldn't be able to run, wouldn't be able to sneak up on prey, wouldn't be able to move as easily. Fat truly was a horror to her.
But Faith wasn't like Qit'ria. As a healer, cook, gardener, fat wouldn't hinder her much, Qit assumed. Fat Faith was still quite pretty, and still useful in the best of ways as a healer and food provider. Qit'ria turned her attention back to the stall. The man looked a bit annoyed, she thought. She didn't know why, she'd done nothing to earn his ire. What she didn't realize is that the man had been listening to their conversation, and to him, it seemed as if Faith was stealing a potential customer from him, right in front of him.
Qit'ria considered the offer. She'd made her own clothes in the past, but they were... abysmal at best constantly falling apart, becoming drafty, full of holes. Turning her back to the man, yet still rudely, unintentionally so, standing in front of his table, "Yes. Cold season come soon. I no be so high on world in winter. Much snow, yes?" The offer was incredibly tempting, and in Qit's mind, a most fair trade. Some meat for clothes made from the hides she herself procured.
She brought a hand up to her face, spat in it and offered it to Faith. "It deal." Then she realized something. "How find you?" Qit'ria waited for an answer for a while, when she saw the customer that she normally brought her skins to. "Time go. Skin buyer there." She nodded at the man that had just entered the area. His name was Harvello and he was known to most as someone who took advantage of people. He easily manipulated people for personal game, and unbeknownst to Qit'ria, had been drastically underpaying her. She didn't know better for she had little use for money. She knew it had some purpose which was why she bothered at all, but not enough to keep special track of it, to learn how it truly functions.
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Qit'ria looked at the slightly swollen belly of the woman, and immediately wanted to touch it. But this woman was a mother now, so Qit'ria knew she'd be incredibly protective of her young. All animals and people tended to be. An angry, protective mother was one of the most powerful forces on Idalos. Qit'ria couldn't imagine being fat nor pregnant. Being so hindered, so fat and chunky about the belly and other areas was revolting. She wouldn't be able to run, wouldn't be able to sneak up on prey, wouldn't be able to move as easily. Fat truly was a horror to her.
But Faith wasn't like Qit'ria. As a healer, cook, gardener, fat wouldn't hinder her much, Qit assumed. Fat Faith was still quite pretty, and still useful in the best of ways as a healer and food provider. Qit'ria turned her attention back to the stall. The man looked a bit annoyed, she thought. She didn't know why, she'd done nothing to earn his ire. What she didn't realize is that the man had been listening to their conversation, and to him, it seemed as if Faith was stealing a potential customer from him, right in front of him.
Qit'ria considered the offer. She'd made her own clothes in the past, but they were... abysmal at best constantly falling apart, becoming drafty, full of holes. Turning her back to the man, yet still rudely, unintentionally so, standing in front of his table, "Yes. Cold season come soon. I no be so high on world in winter. Much snow, yes?" The offer was incredibly tempting, and in Qit's mind, a most fair trade. Some meat for clothes made from the hides she herself procured.
She brought a hand up to her face, spat in it and offered it to Faith. "It deal." Then she realized something. "How find you?" Qit'ria waited for an answer for a while, when she saw the customer that she normally brought her skins to. "Time go. Skin buyer there." She nodded at the man that had just entered the area. His name was Harvello and he was known to most as someone who took advantage of people. He easily manipulated people for personal game, and unbeknownst to Qit'ria, had been drastically underpaying her. She didn't know better for she had little use for money. She knew it had some purpose which was why she bothered at all, but not enough to keep special track of it, to learn how it truly functions.
