Heads! (caravan/open)[done]

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya whiled away a little time wandering the caravan stalls with Imp wrapped around her shoulders, the little beast was really good company when he wasn’t lusting after this or that firelizard. The weavers stall caught her eye first, though it was the useless items that were eye catching, Darya had no need of fancy dresses, woven pictures, or even pretty fabrics since her sewing skills were only good enough to fix holes in her clothing. She didn’t really need a sweet dream web either but seeing Imp climb up the side of the stall to swing on a display piece had convinced her that she’d be getting a quarter mark of entertainment, even if she didn’t get sweet dreams.

Imp had liked the jewellery stall, though he wasn’t one to snatch at shiny things, and Darya had been tempted by the pretty earrings, and the reasonable price of the peircings, but the sight of the elderly woman tending the stall was enough to give her second, third and fourth thoughts. At the armoury cart she picked up a plain serviceable dagger, and the starcrafters failed to entice her at all.

The egg stall was another that Darya was about to pass by, on the grounds that Imp was enough trouble for her when he wanted to be, however something caught her eye. ‘Hello, why are all these eggs marked with a question?’ Darya asked a question of her own of the stallholder, examining the eggs, which seemed to be a multitude of colours and sizes.

[nightingale]

"Those are the eggs we're not too sure about, ma'am."

The young man offered Darya a smile, and stepped forward to rest an arm against the sturdy wooden table baring various baskets of eggs for sale.

"Hens, flitters, tunnelsnakes -anything that we don't know enough about to lable properly goes in there. They've been pretty popular lately, probably because the gambling pit's closed. You interested?"

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya flashed a grin. ‘You’re probably right there, with no wine or gaming there’s not many places for people to waste their money at the moment.’ She leaned forward, intrigued by the mystery of the unlabeled eggs, and petted Imp absentmindedly. ‘And why not?’ She examined the eggs and picked out an interesting looking egg. ‘I’ll take this one. If it’s a chicken at least I get a meal out of it.’ Imp did not deign to comment on this decision, for a change.

[nightingale]

The young man chucked good naturedly.

"Sure think ma'am, though I'll hope for ye that it isn't just a very expensive breakfast. Five marks for it if you don't mind terribly."

[Kisha-Ra]

‘What do you think Imp?’ Darya held the egg up in front of her ‘mandyr’s muzzle whimsically. ‘Is it a good egg?’ Imp examined it curiously from all angles. Goodgood pretty later. He announced cheerfully. ‘Well he thinks it’s more than breakfast, not that I really trust his judgement.’ Darya smiled and drew out her coins. ‘In any case I’ve wasted marks on worse things than a chicken egg. Tillek red for instance.’

[nightingale]

“Oh, that ain’t waste if ye don’t mind me differing with ye ma’am”

He grinned, watching Imp with no lack of interest as he accepted payment for the egg.

“So long as it gets enjoyed, there’s no waste involved.”