Thanks! Here's the rest of chapter 2 and then I won't post the rest for a while. I'm only on Chapter 5 right now lol.

Tymber mounted the horse and they went into the forest. She knew that it would be hard to find anything. After all, the people in the village didn't have anything much, and definatly not anything they'd be willing to give to her. The forest didn't have anything very special either. Tymber was hoping to get ahold of something like an odd shaped rock, or some pretty flowers. But she knew the real place to get things was outside these parts. But it was forbidden. No one in the tribe was allowed to go outside of the village and the surroudning forest. It would mean an astounding punishment. But Tymber was eternally grateful to Presta, and it clouded her judgement.
She turned her black mount into the direction of the road. After a long time of riding, she saw many people. This must be a marketplace, Tymber thought. It was so loud and Tymber's untrained ears were in pain from all the noise.
They look like a flock of quails. Staar said, behind her.
Tymber nodded in agreement. People were scurrying about everywhere. Nobody even turned and looked at her. There were several other horses. Tymber didn't wear the same style of clothing, but she supposed that she blended in fairly well. However, she noticed the shortage of spirit bonds. She started moving into the housed part of this town. She noticed that some houses had dogs, and there were several chickens running around, but where the people's spirit bonds?
Staar sensed what Tymber was thinking about. Maybe these people don't have spirit bonds.
"Not have a spirit bond?" Tymber replied, astounded.
Why not? Staar asked.
Tymber couldn't think of a reason. She got off of the horse and led him back to the market. "I'm going to pick out a gift now." she explained. She walked up to one stand, where a man had jewelry laid out. "Wow," Tymber looked down at Staar and told him, I bet you that Presta would love something like this!" She looked back up and noticed the man looked at her with an odd look. Tymber shrugged it away and went back to looking. She saw the most beautiful necklace. It was a shiny white but changed colours when you looked at it in different perspectives. It was made of perfectly round beads. Tymber wondered how they carved the rocks so perfectly. "Excuse me," Tymber said to the man, "but may I have this one?" She pointed to the necklace.
"Sure little lady." the man replied. "That will be five golds."
Tymber looked surprised. "Golds?"
"That's right." the man replied. "You either got it or you don't."
Tymber looked at the ground. "I don't." she said.
"You look too young to have that kind of wealth anyways." the man said. "How much do you really want this necklace?" he asked.
"Very much so." Tymber replied, her eyes starting to brim with tears.
"I say now, don't cry." the man said. "I'll make ye a deal."
Tymber's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'll do anything!" she said.
"I'm going away for the week and need someone to help tend to my stables and animals. I have a stable hand already, but it's hard being just one person and looking after the beasts. So if you show up every morning fore dawn and help until noon, and my stable hand tells me that you're doing a swell job, I'll give ye the necklace."
Tymber thought for a moment. She remembered that classes don't start in the morning for another month, when she goes into her cooking class. She'd have time to do this. It would be hard to get away without anyone noticing her but it'd be worth the risk. She needed to pay Presta back for what she did. "I'll do it." she told the man.
"Good!" he said joyfully. "Now, just so I can get to know you better, why don't you join my family and I for dinner?"
"I'd be grateful." Tymber said, feeling her hungry stomach growl. She watched as he put all of his treasures into a bag.
"Now let's get on going." he said when done. "I live only around the corner." Tymber took a good look at him. He was bald, but had some white hair at the sides. He didn't look old, however. He was overweight, but it suited him. He looked jolly, with his full rosy cheeks. "My name is Potter." the man told her.
"My name is Tymber." she replied.
"Do you live around here, Tymber?"
"No." Tymber said. She didn't know whether or not to reveal where she truly lived. "I live outside this place. Not in a town. Just in the forest."
"Must be lonely." he said.
Tymber nodded her agreement. "I don't have any friends," she told him shyly. Staar nipped her hand. "Except Staar."
This was the first time Potter noticed the wolf. "Holy! Is he a mountain breed, or a hybrid?"
"Neither," Tymber said proudly. "He's a wolf."
"Full blood?" At Tymber's nod, he went on. "Better be careful with him around here. There's a bounty. All of the mountian breeds or hybrids are supposed to wear a collar or something that will make them stand out."
Tymber looked down at Staar and examined his expression. What? You expect me to wear a collar? he asked. Tymber nodded. Oh for the love of... Staar grumbled.
"I'll keep that in mind." Tymber said.
"Nice horse you got there too." Potter metnioned. "Got a fine build. I reckon you'd get alot if you'd stud him. I might even ask you one day, once I find out what his temperment's like. What do you call him?"
"I haven't named him yet. I only got him today."
"Where did you buy him from?"
"He was a gift. We don't buy things where I come from. Things are given as gifts only. On occasion some things will be sold to passing travelers, but only in return for other goods." Tymber explained.
"Well, he's a fine lad if I ever did see one. Here's my house." he motioned to a small and homely cottage near a very large field. Tymber loved the work that the houses seemed to be built with. She'd never even seen a house before, she she'd grown up around nothing but tents.
"It's a very nice house." Tymber told him.
"It's modest enough." Potter said. "Let's put yer horse and wolf into the stable out back." They walked into the field and he helped her untack the horse and put him in the stall. Tymber reminded Staar to behave and they went back to the front of the house. Potter opened the front door and two small children each grabbed hold of a leg. Tymber was shocked at how these children behaved. In the tribe, the children must kneel and bow their heads when their father comes home. They'd never scream like these two. What shocked her even more was Potter's reaction to it all. He bent down and hugged them both, and then threw them both over his shoulders as they squealed with delight. "This way!" he screamed back at Tymber. She followed him into the kitchen. The house smelled so good inside, and she finally caught where the scent was coming from. There, laid on the table, was a huge feast. Turkey and potatoes and corn and everything else laid out in a beautiful arrangement.
Potter hugged his wife who had walked in through another way, and she kissed his cheek. "Did you sell anything?"
"Sold a necklace and two rings. Ye know, Kereb is marrying that Sally girl."
"No, why she's only just turned fourteen!" his wife replied.
"Well, he told me straight out that --"
"Why Potter, who's this?" the wife interrupted him and finally saw Tymber.
"She's the girl who's going to help Daire tend to the work while I'm gone." Potter answered.
The wife sized Tymber up. "She's awfully small," she said, "but she looks determined. How old are you girl?"
"I'm sixteen m'am." Tymber said shyly.
"Sixteen. Daire is twenty. You don't think they will..."distract"...eachother the entire time, do you?"
"Martha, for Heaven's sake! Daire is a trustful fellow, and Tymber here is, I'm sure, a hard worker. They'll be too busy to frolick around like deer."
"You better hope so." Martha replied. Then she smiled sweetly. "Tymber dear, come join us for dinner."
Tymber slid into the seat she was offered.