Kana and Sugi starter for @bubblymilkgalaxy~
The day is pleasantly warm - a nice change from the chill of early spring. Up above, her husband’s murkrow caws down to her, swooping in to land on Kana’s pack. She breaks off a piece of the bean cake in her hands and holds it out for him, smiling as he takes it delicately, cawing in thanks.
“You’re going to have to move, you know,” Kana chuckles as she pops the last of the bean cake into her mouth. “I have to get unpacking.”
Buddy squawks - a sound similar to a human laughing - which earns them both some strange looks from the nearby villagers, but Kana pays them no mind. (She’s used to strange looks; they stopped getting to her after the first few years.) She just shoo’s the pokemon down off her pack as though there’s no one around, and sets to work pulling out the bi-weekly stock of things the Diamond Clan has given her to trade and sell.
She doesn’t have a proper stall in the marketplace to sell from; rather, she unfolds a large, lightweight square of fabric and hikes it up on makeshift tent poles to act as an awning. Then, laying a longer, thicker cloth along the ground, Kana spreads out the various goods stored within her pack, her side satchel, and even wrapped around her back and arms.
There is… quite a lot today.
By the time she’s mostly set up, a thin layer of sweat has started to form beneath her tunic. Kana pauses in placing her own embroidery samples and handmade hair ribbons out for display and takes a small vial from her pocket. Uncorking it, she lets a few droplets fall across her fingers before wiping the sweet-smelling oil along her neck. She breathes deeply, sighing the lungful back out at the scent of wildflowers and oran berries.
A moment later, after eyeing the trade goods dubiously, she splashes a bit more of the perfume overtop the display items as well. Can’t have the things she’s trying to sell smelling like sweat either, after all.
(Unbeknownst to both Kana and her murkrow, however, a nimble little stowaway creeps out from a short pile of pelts, where it had been hiding for the last few hours. As quietly as its tiny legs can carry it, the strange, dark blue sneasle kit darts away to go explore…)
