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With a final heave, Rise pushed the large rock into place and critically viewed its position, judging its appeal and functionality. The straight line of his mouth soon broke into a smile - the patriarch of Rise & Shine was satisfied. A swift turn of his head and he offloaded the assorted goods he was carrying - assorted salted meat, dried fruit, a few fresh saltwater fish for variety and some sauteed goods, most of them herb-infused to fit the floral theme.

He and Fell were there to lead the proud delegation from Rise & Co. Preserved and Exotic Foods, the premiere food supplier of the swamp specialising in all manner of gastronomic delights. The shop had grown from humble preserved-and-salted beginnings to a large business with a stunning variety of food prepared in an astonishing variety of ways, thanks to the arrival of their fire salamander (now plural). Their last stocktake was a good one, readying them for the flower festival, and even attracted new tribe members. Rise hoped this would be the case today too.

But it was too early to entertain such indulgent thoughts - they'd just arrived, after all! With a beam he beckoned the trailing Kin - his 'family' - over to the rock. Their range of food would hopefully draw Kin over, and samples would be abundant. Rise was very excited about what they had to offer.


OOC Note:
Rise & Shine is as described above - a fairly large tribe running a lucrative and fulfilling food business! We have food for sampling and trade at the festival, and are happy to welcome both customers and potential new recruits. Feel free to drop by to eat, drink, be merry and possibly be hired! Visit the thread for more details on the tribe.

Tipsy and her helpers started moving her wine-filled logs into place. They sloshed merrily, secretive and happy. She worked to nudge them into a line, weaving here and there. She'd had to sample the stuff this morning to make sure that not a single log had gone off, and it left her giggly and slightly off-kilter. She flirted with her helpers, so cheerful it was almost, but not quite, too much.

Peck fluttered in, feathers flying, and settled atop a log. Now that the travelling was over, the little chicken was content to snooze on a log and ignore everyone.

As promised, Killing Moon led Sunlit Rock straight to Rise&Shine's stall. Setting up was going well, he noted. There was a small niggle of guilt as he approached. He probably should have been here helping out and instead of wandering around the festival. But he pushed that thought away almost instantly. He would bring his considerable selling talents to use later on. The buck nodded politely to the tribe members currently preparing their wares

"Take a look." He offered to the doe at his side.

"Indeed. There is no lacking of options within the tribe." Killing Moon agreed and while his tone was fairly bland, one look at his face showed he was very close to laughter. "What do I do?" He looked at her with a smile. "I convince pretty does to become regular customers, of course." He moved forward, approaching Tipsy's wine-filled logs. "My specialty is sales."

Smash-and-Mash, for her part, was inwardly rolling her eyes at this whole flower festival thing. While flowers were... nice, she supposed, they were largely useless for her purposes. Smashed flowers just gave you a pulpy, inedible, slimy mess. You could bruise them or muddle them and use them for infusions, but you had to be so delicate about it, and delicate was boring. Really, what made this festival at all worthwhile was getting to come down and mingle with so many other kin. That was pretty fun. Nudging a turtleshell of one of her more interesting concoctions (crushed jasmine and mint in water that had been heated to a boil by one of the tribe's salamanders), she glanced around to see what the rest of her tribe was doing. She had set up not too far from one of the tribe's other purveyors-of-beverage, the scarlet acha with the wine- Tipsy, that was her name- and she grinned as she saw Killing Moon and a pretty doe heading towards her. There was nothing like Tipsy's wine in the swamp, to be sure!

The Killing Moon grinned at Tipsy in greeting and peered into the liquid filled log. "I'll allow Tipsy to do the work this time. While I'm sure I could give a suitable sell of her product, I think she'll do it far better than myself." He said and then glanced across at the next stall where Smash-and-Mash was watching them. "And then we can move on to our other beverage maker."

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"Aw, well suit yourself." Sunlit Rock said smirking at Killing Moon before looking back to the Acha who was apparently called Tipsy. She didn't get much change to respond to the rest of his comment about the other beverage seller before Tipsy began speaking. The description was... interesting. It seemed like it would go well together, as far as she knew, but it wasn't what she expected to hear. Stepping forward as Tipsy uncorked the log, so that's what it was for, she sniffed. It smelled good enough, so she took a few laps before blinking a few times and grinning. "Nice. Sweet yet strong. Savory. I like it. Could get one very... Tipsy." Sunlit Rock said, her grin widening and her eyes sparkling with amusement. She seemed to chuckle in the back of her throat at the 'joke.'

"Impressive. You're a true master, Tipsy. Even the smell is intoxicating." The Killing Moon complimented as the Acha talked about her drink and Sunlit went in for a taste. "Perhaps I could convince you to make me an apricot wine once the festival is done."

As if sensing he had someone else's attention, his gaze slid sideways to meet Forlorn's. A quick barely noticeable nod and a there-and-gone devious smile was all he offered before he turned back to the others.