[color=D6CC88][b][u]Alley[/u][/b]

The moorcat gave the offered hand a casual sniff, but didn't seem overly interested in the man, if he wasn't going to hurt his girl.  She nodded at Ethan.  "He's Wyth...I'm Amuné.  Amuné Ris."  Her voice was quiet, like she was afraid of being overheard.  She watched him count the coins.  She'd rarely had any money of her own, since her village generally relied on a barter system.  The sight of the coins brought to mind the time her father had taken her on a trip with some Ydra to another town for a fair.  He'd let her have a few coppers all her own to buy whatever she wanted, but only after he showed her how to haggle.  Her chest ached at the thought, and she tried to shake it off.

Ethan was asking what she'd like to eat.  Before she could come up with an answer, the girl's stomach gave a loud gurgle.  Amuné colored, hiding her head in the moorcat's fur out of embarrassment.  "Anything would be good," she said, her voice muffled.  "Thank you.  Wyth needs meat.  It can be cooked, but not too much seasoning."[/color]