Nighteyes carefully worked his way through the undergrowth, ever wary of possible-
“Is there danger up there or do you like making me wait?”
“…All clear, Mother.”
Nightshade made her way into the clearing, carrying an assortment of disgusting plants in an improvised basket hanging from her barrel.
Seconds after she emerged, an odd, striped pony emerged from the other end of the clearing, carrying a number of similar plants in a proper woven basket.
Nighteyes watched as the two mares sized each other up, eyeing what the other had gathered.
With a few nods and headshakes, wordless barter began.