@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

"Yes, Miss. That's a coin from the Islands. You don't see them much anymore, but it's worth 50 silver."
"I'll take them both," she said. She handed him the coin.
"Would you like me to wrap them up?"
"No," she said, pulling off her old, weather stained cloak. "I'll wear them right now." (6/6) #wss366

"But if you buy them together, I'll let you have them for forty five."
"Is this enough?" she said, pulling out one of the small gold pieces she'd got recently. She'd never seen coins quite this size before and wasn't sure what they were worth.
"Ah!" he said, glancing at it. (5/6) #wss366

Heather's eyes had been so completely captured by the cloak she'd missed the hat altogether. It was a beret of the same fabric that set off the cloak perfectly. Heather stood chewing her lip, tormented. It was a lot of money.
"The #total for both would be fifty," the shopkeeper added. (4/6) #wss366

"How much is the cloak?" she asked the shopkeeper.
"It's forty silver," he answered.
Heather experienced a moment of sticker shock and had to shake her head. She looked at the cloak again, warring with herself.
"There's also a matching hat," the shopkeeper said, pointing. (3/6) #wss366

Her eyes were drawn to a clothing store that had an amazing cloak in the window. It was black, but seemed to shimmer with iridescence and had slashes with inset red details. She stood with her nose against the glass for more than a minute before being irresistibly drawn into the shop. (2/6) #wss366

Heather walked down Mercantile Street looking in shop windows. Deepmooring, being a large seaport, had a fantastic variety of imported goods the like of which she'd never seen before. There was exotic furniture, mouthwatering candies, finely-worked leather goods, and so much more. (1/6) #wss366

Brundhilde counted twice to make sure.
"That's strange," she said. "Lambda only has four toes."
"Lambda is a dog."
"But you kinda look like a dog."
"I beg your pardon!" he said.
"If I fly high enough," Forrest said. "You both look like insects." (2/2) #wss366

"Hey! Hey!" Brunhilde called, running across the grass.
The bear turned and waited until she arrived.
"Yes?" he asked. He waited patiently while she caught her breath.
"How many toes do you have?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"How many toes do you have?"
He held a paw out and let her #count. (1/2) #wss366