Open The Market Sweetened Scent

[HuckleTheCartoonist]

Huckles Perspective

His paw grip tighter on the Whicker Basket in his paws, the Large Otter's paws digging into the Woven Wood of the basket. His mind is racing just like his heart, it's like he'd blow up and die — if he isn't already dead from the fear and is just now entering his own Personal Hell. But if it was, he wouldn't have his Baskets of Fruit that feel like they've gotten lighter since he's made it in the market. He wouldn't be surprised of he was Pick-Pocketed or if he ate some just to stop thinking so negatively.
( Maybe that's why he looks so Plump )

He closed his eyes and rubbed his paws against each of the Weaves, thinking about his Great Grandmother and what she'd tell him. " People are just People" She'd say " They'd toss you around and Pumble you into the dirt. But you take that Dirt, you take it and Dig like you always do. Because you'll find pure Riches in the Rubble of your Troubles." He'd thought about that note like a Widow thinks about the Last Words of their passed Husband or Wife; It brought him closure, but he wanted to go home all over again

" Just for Today . . . Just on trip to the market, to Sell these Fruits and Fix-Up my Barn."

He beings to walk deeper into the Crowed, keeping his eyes on his Feet and his Basket, softly beginning to sing to himself.

Switch - OSA ( The Song Huckle's Singing )

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[Ivo Suresight]

Ah, The Market. Bustling hub of all activity in the city. Only place where all social stratas more or less intermingled. Place of commerce and goods from all around the Vulpinsula... as well as the place where common folk like Ivo came for their daily produce.

Not that he didn't have closer alternatives, Ivo just liked the hustle and bustle of it. Reminded him of his past spent running the streets to scout them while staying low in the crowds.

Coming in Ivo wished to just resupply hi pantry at home. He wasn't a great cook but a beast got to eat and dining was expensive even for someone on official wage. But there was also another reason he came in. Spotting what and who is new was his hobby at this point, one that his great memory for details and perceptive eyes greatly accommodated.

As such, going through the usual collection of stalls, he easily fished out an elephant in the room... or rather an otter. One bigger than most beasts around and walking nervously around with a basket of fresh fruit.

It was an opportunity, something that Ivo loved and was specialised in finding. So he came closer to the seemingly gentle giant.

"Howdy, yer new here chum?" He greeted him from the side, making sure they would see his non-wounded part of the face while smiling charmingly.