Painted Moose
“Probably not,” Pyanka amended with a short laugh.
“I want to go! The merchants bring back such cool things and their stories are always so cool.” She always went to listen to the merchant when they settled by their fires and told their tales. Her mothers had to drag her back home and to bed otherwise, she’d be up all night listening.
“A big boat would be awesome,” Pyanka’s hand made a fist which she clenched out of excitement. She wasn’t that much into fishing, but she definitely wanted to travel by boat. “I wonder how fast a big boat can go.” The boats they had glided with speed and efficiency when the villagers rowed at full speed, but she knew the big boats had sails.
