<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/4dc1c50618b8ae79bb8e4806bf202d2f/tumblr_n5he5mLZKz1tx9cjuo1_500.png)</div><br/><strong>Ixelshasi 'Ix'</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266718.msg13155574#msg13155574)<br/><hr/><br/>She cocked her head at the ploughman and his companion, lifting her cup to sip her cream with a mysterious, yet thoroughly amused, smile.  "I see.  They might well have walked off on their own, you know.  I've seen much stranger things in my travels than apple seedlings that uproot themselves and sneak away to find more comfortable or richer soil.  Have none of you thought to place a guard on the seedlings, alternating shifts so that someone always has an eye on them?  Perhaps the watcher would be rewarded with the wonderous sight of baby apple trees going for a little stroll."<br/><br/>Her tone was light, and while it would be clear to some that she was poking a bit of fun at the provincial people, it didn't seem to be malicious.  Setting her cream aside, and stroking her fingers through her whiskers delicately, the second man's question actually made her rowling laughter bubble up through her lips.  "What about us makes you believe we are merchants?" Or honest, for that matter, though she kept<em>that</em>thought to herself.  "Hmm..."  She looked to Raz and Gieron, eyes sparkling vividly.  "What would the two of you sell, if you were merchants?  I don't imagine there's much of a customer base for angry glowers and ass-beatings."