The Traveling Merchant - (Open to all!)

What was so funny? Hearing him chuckle at her comment as it seemed to ease the two at least. Looking confused again in a small tiny huff as he said it was called because it was. So it was a sea then? Didn't they go swimming in the sea over there? Only to realize what he ment when he explained it was just a desert of sand as she gave a small knowing "oooh". " I see, what do you plan to do when you run out of treasures? Go home? " Finding herself leaning a little on the counter to the conversation. It had been a bit few days since she had a peaceful one such as this. And she had already learned something! Take that old fillyschool teachers! Watching a ring of smoke float up as she nodded. " Its true about buisness though...I tend to ship orders a few time if I have something a collector wants...but its not to often..."

" I see thats very noble of you. " Wondering for a moment if everyone in his ponykind did that. It seemed very warming to the idea of having a giant family like group. Though she gave her first smile at the idea of his travels and how she actually envied him a little for being daring enough to do so. She couldn't for the life of her leave this little cozy town even if they had felt guilt ridden each time they saw her for failing to figure such a crime. " I envy you, it must be nice to see new places. I could think a few I myself would visit if I wasn't so rooted here...." Going off into thought again as she closed her eyes to think about the places she would go if she could. To find a place with a giant frozen lake all year round just sounded the best to her. Slowly opening her eyes again when he asked about her own shop.

" I run a knick knack shop...up the hill near the forest. I sell things more for just casual decoration and collectors...I being one myself..."

(I wanna try and jump inn since it's still open, but I dunno what to do XS Can you say where they are right now while talking?)

(Okay, thanks!)
Leaving her aunt to watch the shop, Dixie strapped on her floral saddle bag and headed down to the marketplace to see if anything caught her eye. It wasn't extremely crowded but much like it used to be, even thou she hardly ever went to the market in the first place. Her aunt used to do the shopping for tools and what they need, but she wanted to catch some fresh air and had called the work day off to relax a bit. The last days had been very hasty and busy for her since her aunt had gone on a small trip out and Dixie was left alone with a lot of work.

"Thank you" She put the her new flowers in the bag with a smile and looked around, wondering if there was anything else she would need. She had covered most of it, but then she noticed something she hadn't seen before. A strange cart looking like it was from outside of town caught her attention and she started to walk towards it. It smelled of special spices and she spotted some beautiful fabric in fine cloth which her eyes was locked at. It was crimson red with floral decoration in a darker shade of the color and it was quite thick. 'Can I afford that?' she thought to herself, without looking for who owned the cart she reached her hoof up and felt the fabric gently.
It was surprisingly soft and left her with a slight smile as she stood there.

|     Shifting Sands arose. "I shall certainly come take a look then--and of course, if you find yourself looking for other such items, I shall be right here. Good day to you!"

|     Another happy customer taken care of, Sands acknowledged Dixie with a pleasant nod, allowing her to browse in peace for awhile. The stallion took his time fussing around his humble cart, straightening this and dusting that, unhooking his tail from a splinter...

"Just let me know if you'd like to take a closer look at something," he greeted. "The veils are demonstration pieces; included in the set is a matching hijab of the same fabric."

"It is seventy bits for the set," he replied, setting his pipe down to rest in its appointed groove in the counter. He was already reaching into the back cabinet and pulling out the folded hijab before she could respond, laying it out carefully and flat on the counter. Tiny dark beads were sewn as a fringe along the edge, making the tiniest scratching sound as they crossed the glass top counter.

"For an additional five bits," he added, "I have a soothing hoof balm available as well." Another clay container, similar to the one Cherry Flip had acquired, appeared on the counter next to the dark cloth. "It is famed among the mares of my herd for its relief of dry hooves, and how it helps to seal small imperfections before they become a painful problem."

"A single meter? Let's see...."

|     Sands turned and unlocked the wire-front cabinet that served as the cart's back wall, revealing a rainbow of fabric bolts. He hoofed through them till he got to the reds, when he gently pushed the bottom to get the bolt to stick out at the top. Carefully he grabbed it with his teeth, repeating the motion again for a second bolt.

"I have this bolt, which has the pattern readily applied, for fifty bits a meter." His hoof tapped the other bolt, self-explanatory but he continued anyway. "And this, set with color but no additional pattern, for forty bits per meter. The balm itself is five additional bits with any purchase, or ten alone."