Kavik had made decent coin today, the people of Selevea seemed to need fur during this winter. Though, it never ceased to be humorous to the Hyoite male how tame cold could be outside of the tundra. In fact, he had even forgone his coat and rolled up his sleeves, warmed up after the hours of walking, bartering, and trading.
As the male made his way through the sparsely filled street, ready to return to the inn he was lodging at while in town, he soaked in whatever sights and sounds grabbed his attention, always marveling at just how different, well, everything was outside of Hyoite. Though he rarely enjoyed traveling, when the male did force himself to leave the tundra, he oft enjoyed the change of pace.
For example, selling flowers in the winter was something one could apparently do here! As his head swiveled towards the direction of the flower peddler, Kavik noted her as the same flower seller he had seen a few days prior. He'd only just made eye contact, when she directly addressed him with a pitch, and the male awkwardly fiddled with his knapsack before walking closer.
The blossom she held out was vividly red, almost jarring, but hypnotizing to stare. Though, Kavik wasn't in any need for a winter rose, he knew he would feel guilty passing by a fellow peddler, when he knew he could afford to spare a few coins on the flower.
"How much for it?..." he asked the girl, peering down at her. She didn't seem that short from a distance. Or that sick, as Kavik noted the gaunt quality of her features. Even the hand holding out the rose seemed to waver slightly, the wrist looked worryingly thin.
"Actually, I'll take the lot," Kavik amended, retrieving his coin purse.