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Characters: Selene Cassidy, anyone else
Open? Yes
Where: Schwanheim, mostly around the Markets
When: GHB5, Mid-morning through Late-afternoon
What: Selene is pretending to be getting ready for the party.
Warnings: Possible language, depending on who tags.

After a good hour closeted away with the dressmaker (who saw some reaon and agreed to at least lessen the amount of lace she would add to the dress), Selene stepped onto the street and squared her shoulders. She looked around, studying the faces around the street and browsing the stalls. A hand touched her throat, and she frowned. She recited her mental list, frowning a little more as her ees lingered at a few of the stalls and shops. "Blacksmith can wait," she declared to the city as a whole, and stepped into the street proper.

As she walked, she bought a small, friend bun, and then a sweet roll, and the some kind of friend tuber. She smiled as she took a bite of it, thinking that Jason would have loved it. It reminded her of sweet potatoes, but still wasn't quite right. A soft sigh, as she reminded herself to take what she could get. A vendor's call caught her attention, waving something about. She stepped closer, taking a deep breath.

"Is that turtle?"

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Faolan looked up at the sky. "Faolan is a big boy," he repeated with a shrug. Still eating, he snuggled close against Selene.

She squeezed his shoulder, and glanced up at the sky. "I have to pick up some boots, and ask the smith if he can make a blade for me. You can tag along, if you like, and then we can see if the cooks at the castle will make us something to eat." She grinned. "Or maybe we could see if the bakery has anything sweet for sale."

"Bakery is good," Faolan told her. "Peeta is nice. Makes good food. Like Peeta."

He followed her glance at the sky, not sure what she saw up there. "Are lots of good things to see and get!" he finally finished.

"There certainly are." She grinned. "Ain't you worried about your pack looking for you if you go wandering around with a stranger?"

Faolan smiled up at her. "Aren't stranger. Are pack!"

She laughed. "That was easier the second time. My first pack was much more picky about who joined them." She ruffled his hair. "Shall we go see the cobbler?"

"Faolan is picky!" the boy claimed, despite all evidence to the contrary. "Why want cobbler? Shoes no fun." He wiggled his own bare toes to demonstrate.

"Faolan," she said primly. "Never even asked to see me hunt." She laughed. "And they may not be fun, but blisters are worse, and I'm afraid I'll probably end up walking all over the place just like this. Wouldn't want some guard to poke at me with his sword on accident."

"Faolan can hunt. Don't need everyone to hunt," the boy protested. "Get sticked, tell Faolan!" He growled as fiercely as a 10 year old can growl.

Selene growled back, crossing her arms as she looked down at him. "A pack hunts together because a deer can easily kill a lone wolf. So you never turn down help from your pack, pup." And then she growled again, looking around at all of the townsfolk. "And we'll handle anyone who sticks a wolf around here together for the same reason."

"Yes," Faolan agreed. "But not all pack need to hunt. Faolan is big and strong. Faolan can protect!" Faolan has knives up both sleeves and at his waist. But there's no need to mention that just now.

That took her back a moment. Her 'real' pack had made sure everyone hunted, so to speak. There was no excuse not to fight, because otherwise, they would probably kill you. And once she left them, her 'new' pack had to live under similar rules; because if you didn't fight, the old pack would kill you.

She considered him, and them smiled a little. "Well, we can both hunt, and we'll both protect anyone else who can't."

Faolan beamed up at her. "Yes!" he answered. He took her hand, pointing the way and swinging her hand at the same time.

"So, other than rabbits and squirrels, have you smelled anything worth hunting? I ain't really taken my bearing outside of the city yet." She followed his lead, scanning the crowd idly as she walked. Too many people always made her feel just a touch nervous.

"Lots of things to hunt!" Faolan answered. "Are bears and deer and big things with teeth!" He stopped at the cobbler shop, peeking in the window, hand still in Selene's.

"The bears don't qualify as things with big teeth?" She sounded amused more than afraid, however, as she glanced down at him. "Because I've always thought they were pretty big, myself."

At the shop, she looked in the window, herself, smiling. "Well, are you coming in? Hopefully the brownies won't try to slip shoes on you while you wait."

Faolan mimicked large fangs with his fingers. "Not big teeth like these!" He poked his head uncertainly into the door. Not all stores were pleased to have a Wild Child enter them.

"Goodness." Selene laughed, stepping into the store. Whatever the shopkeeper might prefer, if he wanted her business, a wild child was part of the deal. Besides, if Faolan got too out of control, she'd settle him down, anyway.

She looked back at him and grinned. "Come on. Maybe we'll even find something you'll want to try on."

Faolan's moue of distaste showed what he thought of that idea. He did, however, dutifully follow Selene into the store. Perhaps there would be things to play with.

Plenty of things, since at least one little hammer was laying forgotten within easy reach, and there was a bell on the counter which she didn't use because the shop keeper was already out in front. And neither one of them was really watching Faolan after Selene said a few sharp words to the man's immediate objections and they settled on talking about her boots.

In other words, kid, now's your chance.

Ooh! Hammer! It was not like Hawk's blacksmith hammer, but Faolan picked it up anyway. Before long he was whacking at anything within reach.