Nanogg liked markets. The were full of things -- sometimes even things that someone had made themselves, beautiful and functional things worthy of looking at and embracing with money and goods. He wasn't sure how he'd been talked into it, but he'd rented his own stall in Chittentown -- the city of lowbloods. There was something nice about Chittentown, something that other cities lacked.
Aside from being full of yellowbloods and yellow things. So pretty!
This was the second night, and Nanogg was pleased with the results. His was a very general booth -- metal craft both made by him and traded for, beeswax candles, glass cups and plates and spoons... He'd arranged it all nicely at his stall. It wasn't bad for offloading some of his wares, getting beetles, and finding all new and interesting things to buy sell and trade... or bring back home, as the case might be.
Nanogg looked up at the purpleblood that approached, grinning as he recognized the unmistakable Cerpin Sugall.
"Yeah, therabouts." he said, making the special handsign that he'd been taught to use in greetings. It was more for Initiative members in disguise, and neither were. Still, though, the old refrain echoed in his mind.
Stay secret, stay safe.And know who your allies are.
Mari stirred behind him, on the nest she'd made of his jacket. Better asleep than pillaging someone's stall, honestly. Nanogg wanted to give these other trolls a chance to make an honest living. Outsider highbloods were one thing, but these trolls? He couldn't really justify it.
"You're that guy from that big party around here a while back, right?" He remembered it well... his first taste of Chittentown. He'd run around, danced, antagonized people, hung out with Se'lune, gotten to see Autumn perform and... Well, it had been exhausting.
And then he'd had to go find his lusus, hidden somewhere and buried in party favors. She'd been unapologetic, teasing her son mercilessly about the whole thing. Not that he could ever be mad at her.
"I'm remembering that real well, it wasn't half bad." He'd had a blast.
So was Cerpin just shopping, or... Oh, yeah, he'd been interested in something at the stall. Nanogg pointed to a metallic butterfly pin. It was really simple, and not actually gold (or even gilded) but Nanogg thought it was pretty and thought he might be able to do something with it (or the smooth semiprecious stone inset in it) if he brought it back home...
"Did this beauty's fluttering wings catch yer eye?" It wasn't Cerpin's style, but if he wanted it, Nanogg wasn't going to judge. It was pretty, after all.
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