i can't see another way ⚘ traveling merchant

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

It seemed that wherever Vale snooped off to, Olalla was soon trailing behind; bothering the goopy beast with potential upgrades. And it wasn't long before the Ardent had appeared behind vem, still blabbering about pens and water and shelter and anything in between.

Golden eyes stopped to assess the grey feline, his nose curling in a grimace. Cats, it was always fuckin cats. What was it about The Pitt that drew the attention of so many cats. Was it the heat? The sun? Olalla grumbled and peered down at the tom, after all he was barely the size of his forearm. He squinted to see what the little creature had written upon the notebook before finally craning his head downward to get a better look, which made him a ridiculous sight to say the least. "Well," the Ardent articulated as he sat forward. "We are glad to have you, i suppose. We are open to trade as well. Though considering we're living in a wasteland-"

The behemoth looked at the condor, a brow slipping into a raised one before looking back toward the feline. "I see you've brought plenty of wares," Olalla stated awkwardly, trying his best to keep the very one sided conversation going. "May i look around? I am very much interested in buying."

#psychosocial.