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Wild Green Stones plopped two sparkling polished stones in front of the pair - they shone almost like glass.



"This is to remember me by," he said, satisfied. "Wild Green Stones - like me."

Optimist had found a lovely pastel crane feather, in a teal and red-orange, that she thought might be appreciated.



"Token please!" she chirped, holding it out. They'd better take this!

Crushed wandered upon the market quite by accident; living alone and often having little contact with outsiders, she had no real way of knowing terribly much about a gathering of kin, large as it was. However, even if she was somewhat timid of the idea - what would she do around so many others?! - she found herself drawn to it nonetheless. She padded around for a time, simply examining booths and games, finding herself filled with wonder at each new thing.

When she learned of gifts, she felt her heart grow warm; what a lovely idea! Of course, she had not far to go - her own burrow of sorts wasn't too far from the market grounds, and it was a trivial task to trot back and acquire something to give. Her choice for this one was a bowl - specifically, a chunk of wood that she'd slowly, painstakingly hollowed and smoothed out with her hooves. She had several - though they took quite a bit of time to work down, it did give her something to keep them from getting overgrown, and it also gave her something ... almost meditative to do. It did require finding a hunk of wood in a decent shape to begin with - somewhat of an annoying task - but that made it a great gift, right?

It was wobbly and not terribly great for holding water, but it would hold food, at least. She was proud enough of it as she offered it, regardless!

We Break looked at the wares. He looked at the ground. He turned away...to go looking, because he didn't really have anything to offer. As anyone who knew him well might have expected, his choice was flowers - not because he was a wimp (he was not a wimp), but because they were easy to gather on short notice...and, all things aside, he did genuinely like snapdragons.

They were difficult to find blooming at this time of year, though - he settled for a leaf full of partially dried snapdragon seeds. "They have little strange faces," he said, offering the leaf to the buck. "I've always found them aesthetically appealing, and they resemble my own coat, so I consider them something of a trademark." The seeds cracked together almost ominously. We Break looked up, staring at the buck's head until he relented and gave the zikwa a token.

"Thanks," he said. "Let me know if you want more seeds. I know the best places to find them."

We Break had stolen someone's paint - probably that trio of antlered does, come to speak of it. It wasn't like they were watching very closely, after all. With any luck, either the buck didn't care that skulls didn't really come in navy and red, or the buck thought it looked nice. It was...kind of nice. We Break was not the best artist, but he'd foraged a bird skull just for this, and had painted most of it navy blue, and dripped and splattered red paint over that to look like bloodstains. He used mud and honey to fasten a few extra feathers (cardinal red) onto the back of the skull, too - like a fascinator for the dead bird. "Look," he said, offering the buck - Seashell? - the bird skull. "I definitely found it like this."

He wasn't a try hard! But he kind of...liked...okay, he really did like this booth. It was interesting seeing what was going on here, and the acha doe was kind of pretty, to boot. "Do you ever trade anything other than tokens?" he asked, looking up at the kimeti. "We could talk. I like skulls. And snapdragons."

"Here," Low Tide said, with a broad grin on her face. "I brought you the tiniest icicles I've ever seen! They won't last, b-but they're pretty now, right?"

Mouse Hunter comes up to the pair at this booth, carrying a small turtle shell, it's making a soft rattle with each step. Carefully she sets it in front of the buck, giving him a wide grin as she looks from the contents of the shell to the buck's face, and back. "It's a collection of skulls and bones. Mostly from mice and rats, but there's a few other critters in there too. There's even a boar tusk in there. But I didn't hunt the boar, I just found the tusk. The rest, I hunted myself." she explains, all in one excited breath. He doesn't seem fully pleased though, so she continues. "I made sure they're all clean, I left them where wild beetles would strip any bits off I couldn't get. And then let them dry in the sun. There's a nearly full rat skeleton in there. The rest are just partials, but they're all clean. You can keep the shell too." she watches the buck examine it, wondering if she'd wasted her time bringing it here. But finally he grunts, passes the shell to the acha doe with him, and hands her over a token. Grinning, Mouse Hunter goes off to see the rest of the market.

Skystain and her mother, Mudslide, approach the booth. Skystain shows the buck a stone she'd found ages ago. While she's doing that, Mudslide tries to get the Acha doe to trade. Seashell sees her, though, and shoos her away, absently giving Skystain a couple of tokens for her stone.