Salacia Sparrow
Salacia hummed to herself as her cart rumbled over the cobblestone streets of Amo City. Her merchandise sat in piles in the back of the cart, pelts, fish, cured meats and assorted shells and driftwood tools were on show, the occasional passerby glancing at them, as if calculating whether or not the merchandise was worth stopping the Clydesdale and its owner. Salacia smiled at the citizens of the city, waving occasionally at small children as she passed, their eyes wide as they looked at the large scythe strapped to her back.
Making her way over the bridge, looking out across the ocean, returning her attention to Marina as the horse snorted, shaking her head. Salacia chuckled, watching as a couple of boys ran past carrying fishing rods, laughing amongst each other as they picked out a spot on the bridge to fish from.
Reaching the other side she looked to either side of the main street in the High District, searching a place to stop and sell her wares. She finally stopped, jumping down from the cart and patting the mare's snout. Marina whinnied softly, nuzzling into her hand before pawing the ground. Salacia chuckled, walking around the side of the cart to drape a series of pelts over the wooden side, stopping momentarily to run her fingers through the soft fur of a red fox.
She waited patiently for anyone to take notice of her cart, feeding oats to Marina whose ears flicked forth, tail swishing back and forth.
"Ummm... excuse me?"
Salacia turned, a smile instantly working onto her features as she took in the woman and the man beside her that appeared to be her husband. They looked well off, expensive jewels hangings from around the woman's neck, "Yes? Hello, how can I help you?"
The woman smiled and reached out to touch one of the pelts on display, eying off a pair of antlers that Salacia had carved patterns into before speaking, "Has this pelt been treated?"
Salacia nodded, "Yes, and if you look here," she held up the animal's stuffed head and pointed at the black beady eyes, "The eyes have been replaced with glass beads."
The woman smiled, turning to her husband and conversing with him in hushed tones before the man nodded, reaching to pull out a coin purse. He started to count out coins, his gruff voice coming from an otherwise emotionless face, "How much for the pelt and those antlers over there?"
Salacia grinned and quickly told him the price, picking up the antlers and the fox pelt, asking if they wanted it wrapped up. When the woman nodded Salacia pulled out butcher paper and wrapped up things, tying it off with twine and handing it to the woman as her husband handed over the coins, tipping his head before the two walked off.
She looked up in shock as a faint exploding sound ricocheted through the air, people in the streets looking towards where Caritus would be, shock covering their faces. Salacia rushed forth to calm down Marina who reared up, a startled whinny leaving the horse as its hooves collided with the ground, snorting, eyes rolling as Salacia held up her arms, hushing until the mare stilled, ears flattened against her skull.