[center][b]Market[/b][/center][@Nymeria][@Drakey]

[i]She had not run away. She had postponed the showdown[/i]. It was totally different. The teenager girl told herself as she stomped on the cobblestones of the market, her head lowered to hide the massive pout she was displaying right now. How dare they? Those fattened up priests yelling at her and telling her to knock off the heretic acts! She was only doing some card reading games! Those hurt no one! Besides, it was not like those were [i]actual divinations[/i] per se. Well at least they didn't break her cards. Merely chased her off. She still didn't believe someone so fat could run so [i]fast[/i] after her. Well, at least for a time, before his face turned a whole shade of red due to the strain and she could slip by. She would turn him into a toad next time! She gritted her teeth.

But the damage was done. Now how would she earn some extra coin to buy herself a sweet treat? The stall with the honey and cinnamon cakes was still fresh in her mind. Her mouth was salivating at the thought, but chances are the cakes probably were long gone by now. The hubbub of the market surrounded her. She still could not get used to it. Too many people and noises. That was the bad part of being in a marker, the former forest dweller thought. 

She found a discordant note in all of the noise, a single stimulus that made her rear head. A wolf. In the market. It had been ages since she had seen someone with such a beast as companion. It was not common, but in her old town, sometimes hunters would rear baby animals and turn them into companions. Not pets, though. Pets were wantom and useless. Companions had your back in the dangerous roads. "Ufu." She smirked to herself as she deftly squeezed the way through her crowds to see the scene up close. Apparently she was far from the only one who had noticed the wolf and the boy.

She recognized the appearance, vaguely. Were those two women and the kid part of the noble houses? Aeva frowned, and the gears of her mind turned. Maybe she could get some honey and cinnamon cakes after all! She advanced carefully, trying to not aggravate the wolf. Well, she doubted the creature would find her threatening or startling. Probably, thanks to her father's work in wood and her herb grinding arts still made her smell to most creatures earthen and forest-like. Gently tugging the young man's clothes, she leaned in to whisper.

"Psst, Forest Guy, your wolf is all the rage among these noble daughters. I could sell you a love filter, cheap. It's your lucky day." She addressed Mikhail. If she sold the love filter, even at bargain price, she could probably buy a honeycake or two. It would also lighten her load a bit, given that she couldn't properly set up shop before the priests chased her away.