Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-27226023-20151014044821

Calli let out a deep huff. She had been spending all this time helping her grandfather set up their stand and yet he was nowhere to be found. Calli laid out furs and animal skulls with meticulous care. Hunting relics. Displayed neatly close by were weapons. A bow with arrows that were painted black alongside a club hailing form one of the tales. They weren't the very same weapons but rather just replicated. No such artifacts of high importance were going to be so carelessly put up for display. Especially in a place like this.

There were other mock items from the her stories as well, like the rather ornate looking tobacco pouch hung up. The booth smelled vaguely of hickory and incense. It was rather nice.

As Calli finished with setting the booth up, by herself, she glanced around. A few fairytales had already trickled in with their parents. Mothers and fathers proudly walking alongside their children and...

Calli stood there for a minute feeling some sort of sickness form in the pit of her stomach. Her mother and father never showed up to these things. That thought alone helped tame the rising anger she was starting to feel for her grandfather's neglegiance in leaving her with all the work to make their booth presentable to the public view.

''"Calli!" ''a voice barked ringing in her ears and causing her to jump a considerable height off the ground. Calli whipped around with fire in her eyes at the source. There stood her grandfather like he was summoned by her thoughts. Two hotdogs balanced carefully in his paws. He shoved one under her nose which she took and chomped half of it down in one bite.

“So you left me here with all the work so you could get food?” Call asked.

The white furred anthropomorphic coyote nodded his head.



“Good idea,” Calli smiled, meaning it.