[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=cc5200]Sorcha Argue[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=cc5200]Mentions:[/color] None  [color=cc5200]Location:[/color] Quinta district main street[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent]Despite the early hours of dawn, Quinta's main street was rife with the chatter and toil of the common man. The clopping of hooves and the murmur of the cityfolk intermingled into a sound that Sorcha had grown pretty accustomed to over the last year or so. She sat upon her own horse, the honeyed glow of the morning sun bathing over her as she and her trio of equines trekked along the cobbled road, stopping only occasionally to allow pedestrians to pass by as they set up their stalls and storefronts.

The girl's quest on this journey was a simple one - sell some horses. She lived, [i]sometimes[/i] alongside her father, in a small-ish town shortly south-east of the Quinta district. There, she worked at a stables under the guidance of a close family friend who owned a successful array of stud farms and commercial stables. While she [i]was[/i] young, she had grown a distaste for idleness over the years - and even though her father insisted he made enough in the Survey Corps to take care of any of her needs, [i]she[/i] insisted on doing some work for herself as well. And so she did, with his reluctant blessing. Over time, she had acquired more responsibilities at the stables - one of which was vending the horses which wouldn't be sold to the government - which she was doing at this very moment.

Said horses were usually from a less-successful or more-wild bloodline, or weren't strong enough to endure riding or work for long hours. So, they would be sold to anybody who wanted to, or could afford to, purchase them on Quinta streets - which were usually not too many, considering the price of a horse. However, those who [i]did[/i] wish to purchase a horse were usually on the wealthier side, which left Sorcha to put a bit of her own.. [i]touch[/i] onto their prices.

Sorcha was in her own world, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight as she rode at a stroll's pace along the street - until she was met with a short, interruptive whinny. She blinked as she returned to the world around her, her eyes quickly taking in the area that surrounded them. She reached one hand forward to pet the horse she was riding upon.

[color=cc5200]"Shh, I'm here, Hutch. Don't ya take that tone with me!"[/color] Sorcha jauntily ensured as she delivered a few heavy pats to the side of his neck.

Hutch was a drawn and brawny horse with long legs and a short, black mane. His coat was painted, with a black base and medium splatters of white over his flanks. He had a distinct look to him not only due to his painted appearance, but also the white mask that saturated his entire face, starting just in front of his ears and jaw. His eyes are a light, calm blue and sit circled with a thin, black line of hair.

His white lips parted as he released a snort in response to Sorcha's assurances. He jerked his head to the side, drawing the girl's eyes to glance over in that direction just as another horse-and-rider pair drew to a close next to them.

The man that sat upon the simple-looking bay was clad in a smart, green coat and wore a bowler hat of a matching shade. One could tell by the upright, almost regal posture he possessed, as well as the uncomfortable glances that he occasionally threw to the people surrounding him, that he was not from the area. Which made sense - few people who lived within wall Maria could easily afford a horse - though many could appreciate the help of one. The most wealthy people lived closer to the capital - and while they usually didn't have much use for a horse since the work wasn't nearly as hard there, there were those who owned horses for sport. But breeders were [i]much[/i] harder to find the closer you got to the capital.

There was a brief moment of contemplative pause as the man assessed Sorcha and her horses, before he spoke.

"Good morning, young lady." He spoke, a disciplined pattern of speech evidence as he talked. "I surmise by the stature of your horses that they are healthy - are they purebred? I may be interested in an acquisition."

Sorcha smiled to herself. At this point it was almost routine. Every so often a rich, pompous fat cat would approach her and ask about buying a horse or two. And she would always gouge the hell out of 'em. She didn't feel guilty, either - they had more than they needed, and she didn't. For the most part.

She took a moment to silently collect herself before responding. [color=cc5200]"Good morning, sir! These horses are indeed for sale. This one here,"[/color] She said, gesturing a hand towards the Brown Bay that followed obediently on a lead behind her, [color=cc5200]"is a purebred Bay. This other one is not a purebred, but it is still a capable horse, for certain, sir."[/color] She finished, internally wincing at herself as she spoke in a much more formal tone than she was comfortable with. Seeing as it tended to ingratiate her to her client's wallets, she deemed it worth the temporary discomfort.

The man looked over her briefly as she spoke, before his eyes shifted to the Bay, examining its coat and whatever else he wanted it for. He did so for a moment, before his eyes came to rest on Hutch. "And that one? It has quite a distinct coat."

The polite smile that sat upon Sorcha's lips almost immediately disappeared, and her lips drew flat. [color=cc5200]"No, he isn't for sale."[/color]

The man released a short chuckle before continuing. "Aha, but everything is for sale, my darling. I could pay very heftily for such a unique horse."

Sorcha didn't budge, her tone now completely unaccommodating. [color=cc5200]"He's [i]not[/i] for sale."[/color]

At this, the man eyed her bitterly as he let out an annoyed huff. There was a moment of silence as he seemingly quelled the feeling of indignity that he was met with. He eventually rolled his eyes.

"Very well, then. The purebred Bay will do."

They spent a few minutes discussing price and such before the Bay was released from her care and relinquished to the gentleman, who took his prize and continued his walk with his new horse in tow.

Sorcha let out a relieved sigh as she released the straight-backed posture she had been so loathe to hold for her clientele.

As they continued their walk down the cobble road once again, Hutch made a happy whinny as they went. Sorcha rolled her eyes and huffed. [color=cc5200]"Prick."[/color]
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