ａｕｄｉｏ + ａｃｔｉｏｎ.

[wolfchild]

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

Comments

[encharrneered]

Maybe to a human.

[ Such a paltry serving, at that, which leaves her needing to decide if she's hungry enough to waste coin or goods on it or not. The wolf that Arya feeds the bit of ham to gets another look.

This time, it's suspicious. ]

And I suppose you feed that beast off of such tiny things, too, do you? [ She wrinkles her nose. ] Wonder when the poor thing will decide to eat you instead.

[wolfchild]

Why should she eat me when she can eat you?

[encharrneered]

Ha! She can try if she likes, but you'd only end up with no wolf at all while I would get a dog steak.

[wolfchild]

[ considering she is trading threats, the girl remains unflustered. ]

She's not a dog, stupid. Even if she was, dogs kill cats.

[encharrneered]

[ Good thing trading threats is considered friendly small talk where Rinth's from. ]

And I am no cat. I am Charr, and Charr kill everything.

[wolfchild]

Your name is Char-r?

[ rolling r's: not her strong suit. ]

[encharrneered]

No. It is the name of my kind.

[wolfchild]

What's yours?

[encharrneered]

[ The question gives her pause and she leans away, almost as if startled.

You'd think someone would have asked her that before, but they haven't, even after a few days lurking around. ]

My name is Rinth.

[wolfchild]

[ deciding to be nice, she relents, ] The big hams are in the kitchens. There is venison and boar. Fish too if you want it.

[encharrneered]

That so?

[ She turns slightly, looking towards the kitchens. Mists, did she say fish? Fiiiish. ]

Strange change of heart you had there. Why sell meats at all if the kitchens are stocked like that?

[wolfchild]

Because there are a lot that would rather cry and faint than prepare meat.

[ should have seen the faces she got when she decided to skin and gut a sheep. ]

[encharrneered]

[ Now that she would have paid gold to see.

Rinth squints at Arya first when she claims that, then throws her head back and laughs. ]

Ha! More meat for me, then! Didn't think even humans could be that frail.

[wolfchild]

Is that all you were wanting?

[encharrneered]

Yes, it is. Meat was the only item of interest to me.

[wolfchild]

Then go get it.

[ she just told the giant cat to go fetch. that was a thing. ]

[encharrneered]

[ Yeah, yeah, she's just lucky the giant cat wants the meat more then she wants to bite some kid's head off, so with a shrug, that's exactly what she'll do.

Go get the meat, that is, so she's off for the freezes with only a dissmisive wave to Arya as she passes by.

Rinth out, yo. ]