Literature
Business and Beeswax (Kit/Mulga)
Mulga | he/him | Harpy | Rainforest Bowyer
Mulga strolled through the market rather aimlessly. He had come to get some ink, he'd found himself going through it at a rather alarming rate lately. Probably because of all those letters I've been sending to my new pen friend, he thought with amusement.
It hadn't taken him long to find a stall selling inks, then it was just a matter of picking out which kind would suit his purposes best. Squid ink was a trend at the moment, he noted, and lasted a long time if diluted a little, seeing it was quite potent. But Clay had told him the last letter stank all the way to the dragon's realms because of it, so this time he had settled on the regular plant-tannin kind.
He wandered along the stalls, now just for his own amusement. He saw a few odd things he considered buying, but had to remind himself he wasn't allowed any more 'knick-knacks'. It was then that a small hen caught Mulga's eye. He was sure he knew her, she had a bright crest and wings
