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Post by neopanther on Jun 14, 2008 11:12:45 GMT -8
P’nset smiled, he felt a slight awkwardness from his Wing’s leader. “mmm.” He replied solemnly to the first comment of the man’s. Then he quirked a brow, ‘taken him by surprise’? What was there here to take the man by surprise? It was a regular Caminar gathering. The boisterous yet fluent tones of his first language gradually seeped back into his speech, blooming like a withered flower, and rising back into effect like the day he had arrived at the Weyr.
“There is little to take surprise at here B’nek,” He continued, answering his leader’s next question, catching his slip in tongue and correcting it as he went, “It is something we celebrate each turn, yes, J’fel would be correct. Though it is thanks, a tradition, and a celebration, to our freedom you might say.” P’nset left the topic vague, it was hard to explain a Caminar logic to a man who knew nothing of the culture surrounding the Caminar. So P’nset left it there, fortunately distraction came in the form of a young rider, C’cao, a green rider. A most unusual green rider. A man who had no place, even more so than P’nset.
C’cao wasRafeiro. The rider was born of Caminar and Plantado. He was not one nor the other, and now he was too, a rider. A man of less place than P’nset. Sympathy was a given towards the young male. “Duty received C’cao,” P’nset welcomed the youngest of them with a smile, “I was in two minds about this, however it seemed my option was good, the gather is as festive as it was when I called it my own.” P’nset’s words soft, warm. “And to you? What has you’re presence here?”
{Mine.} The dragon called to his bonded, the runner before him bolting, and there was little he could do. The Caminar girl too, she seemed to be intent on avoiding him. {Do your kind not know that no dragon would injure them? I can give it to the daft draftbeast, though she is beyond her years, and would make for tough eating, but the girl, she should know better...} The brown took a step back, and moved over to the side, catching the light, he lay before the girl, hoping to indicate, with body language alone, that he did not intend to hurt her. The Cur Canine should interpret this fully at very least.
His words were ill received the other end. P’nset audibly groaned, “Do forgive me, it would appear that my daft bonded” He made sure Sarjenth could catch the tone of his conversation mentally also, “Has inadvertently scared a girl witless, you are welcome to join me the pair of you, however I must try and explain my bonded’s reasons in a tongue she will understand.” P’nset pursed his lips. Just as he had begun to rest easy at this gathering. “Wingleader, C’cao.” He bowed briefly, giving himself leave, despite the invitation to the others, he needed to make sure the girl wasn’t fleeing in terror.
You are a foolish being aren’t you?
{Myself? No, the draftbeast is the folly of us all. The demented creature believes I ould prey upon her, from the ground no less.} the dragon sounded incredibly unimpressed, {Even a daft creature like that should be able to tell no winged dragon would hunt a low animal from the ground, we lose all of our advantages, Even I, magnificent as I am can just keep pace with a runner on the floor, even with my extended body} Sarjenth had followed off on another of his tangents. P’nset in the mean time had found his way towards the caravan, and the offended girl.
“Forgive him.” He called, “Sarjenth is remotely useless when it comes to animals he regards as prey.” He called from behind his dragons bulk – the russet red flickering with the light of the fire. AS he rounded the dragon, he realised the offended girl was a Caminar. Though how his brain did not make this link he was unsure – why would a Plantado or Weyr girl be about the caravans of the Caminar? Perhaps he had just spent too much time absent from the Caminar, and in the presence of the Plantado to consider that another would be Caminar also. Perhaps.
“I am P’nset, the bonded off Sarjenth.” He bowed, trying to show he meant no hostility to her, in a similar way to the way his dragon had.
{Folly indeed.}
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Post by Alsivor on Jun 15, 2008 19:12:29 GMT -8
"Born and raised in one place all your life," Aleda mused aloud. "I can't imagine it, quite simply. I have always moved on the road," she continued with a slow smile on her face. His next earned a bright laugh. "Aleda then." Her head tilted slightly towards where a small cart had typical fare readily available. "Just this way then, Torad and make sure that you get a drink to go along with it." A short pause ensued where she leaned in just a little, into confessional range. "There's some things that are very very spicy."
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Post by dragon on Jun 15, 2008 19:26:34 GMT -8
Torad shrugged his shoulders. "It's suited me just fine. I've had plenty of time to explore the weyr and surrounding areas and have had the chance to meet many different people that pass through or come to stay here. Though I imagine a life of travel would be interesting as well." Torad nodded his head once at the last phrase. Exploring all of Pern would be interesting, but he could see it giving less focus on detail and not much of a chance to meet new people. It had its pros and cons.
Torad gave a cheerful smile as she laughed. When she tilted her head towards one of the smaller carts, he began heading that way only to pause as she leaned in slightly. His ears perked and a bit of a cold chill ran down them as she did so and spoke. He relaxed himself a bit as she finished and replied. "I've never been one to turn down something new, especially when it involves food. Perhaps they'll beat some of the spicier foods cooked up here." Torad beamed yet another smile and waved his arm out infront of him as if to ask to lead the way to the cart.
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Post by Xinnai on Jun 16, 2008 11:01:03 GMT -8
"No, definitely not be sniffed at." Salina glanced up and over at J'fel as he paused, eyes inquisitive. Had he been going to say more? She turned back to the jewelry cart and smiled at the man before her.
"It is very nice, I must say." She leaned closer, to inspect a bracelet made of rose-colored beads, her face considering, torn. It was all very pretty and she was such a softie for pretty jewelry. But she had enough, didn't she? She bit at her lip briefly and gave a small shake of her sunny-haired head.
"It is so nice and very pretty but it'd be best if I look around the Gather a bit more. I might be back later." She aimed a quick, happy smile at the man and turned aside, her face a bit pained. She always hated how tight she budgeted herself, but it was for the best.
"Were you going to say anything else?" she questioned the Telgar Weyrleader, returning to their conversation as the pang in her heart faded.
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Post by Alsivor on Jun 16, 2008 15:50:12 GMT -8
"It's suited me just fine. I've had plenty of time to explore the weyr and surrounding areas and have had the chance to meet many different people that pass through or come to stay here. Though I imagine a life of travel would be interesting as well."
"Just imagine how many you'd meet on the road," Aleda replied with a little amused uplift of her eyebrows. "Going everywhere," she continued, "every nook and cranny between here and the sea ..." and trailed off her voice taking on a slight note of longing. "Forgive me, in some ways, for me we have already been sitting still too long," the Caminar woman went on and came to a stop at the cart, grinning widely at the stall owner.
"Lidona, this young man needs a challenge to his taste buds, why not hook him up with one of your famous sausage sandwiches? It's on me of course," she assured Torad with a wink and then put in her own order for a stuffed pastry. "If you like spicy, I think you'll like this," she noted to the young man. "Oh yes, and two of the pressed melon drinks of course, just to be safe," she added and slipped the cart's owner a discreet pair of mark pieces, the values unseen.
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Post by dragon on Jun 16, 2008 16:06:40 GMT -8
Torad nodded along as she spoke, not wanting to interrupt her. He then replied to her, "True enough. I suppose it's an arguement over quantity over quality if you look at it. I don't think I'd have a problem with either lifestyle but the one presented to me suits me just fine. Though I can imagine it being hard to adapt, being out of your element."
Torad gave yet another awkward smile as she winked but quirked an eyebrow when she insisted on paying. He wasn't really going to argue, not like he had much on him, though probably enough. Though he did have to make sure this was alright. "Are you sure? I don't want to sound ungrateful, though I wouldn't want to put you out either", a questioning tone he took on, with a hint of uneasyness. It's not often one was so generous in such a manner. Well, not to him anyway.
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Post by Alsivor on Jun 16, 2008 16:45:51 GMT -8
"Not really," Aleda differed, shooting Torad a penetrating look. "Although I suppose that depends on whether or not the people one meets are open to meeting you in turn," she said mildly enough, though the implication about relations between Caminar and plantado were relatively clear. "Being somewhere unusual always takes some thinking through of things, yes, I'd agree on that."
She shot him another winning smile as she paid and leaned in to murmur softly to him: "For me, I get the Caminar price, for you it would not be so cheap. So I am doing you a favor, young Torad. All in the name of making your horizons a little broader." Beat. "I am not put out."
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Post by dragon on Jun 16, 2008 16:56:55 GMT -8
Torad stroked his chin a few moments before speaking. "Hm. Have I been open to meeting you?", Torad asked. He knew his own answer, but was more interested in hers. He knew a good portion of the weyr and local holds weren't very open to these people and seemed downright displeased with them. Torad could always sympathize, but he wasn't going to be one to condemn from another person's point of view, and he was still young enough to believe in fair play and innocent before proven guilty. In some aspects his mind was just as open as any child, however hopefully this would stay with him.
Torad's smile, that had played his features for quite some time, now faded into a bit of a frown. "Ah, I see. Understandable and not unheard of I suppose", he said in an understanding tone. However his smile returned once again. "If you insist", he said oh so cheerfully.
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Post by Alsivor on Jun 16, 2008 17:06:52 GMT -8
"It seems that you have," Aleda answered honestly and reached out to accept the first of the containers of drink, cleverly made out of folded bark so as to be disposable and the packet of smoky, spiced sausage, tucked between long slices of rich, dark bread, onions and peppers ladled on top with a touch of a heady sauce, that builds a slow but intense heat on the tongue. These she passes over to Torad, while waiting on her own meal.
"Oh I do more than insiste," Aleda answered his last, grinning over at the young man again. "But then, most who know me, know that I am terribly bold, forward and accustomed to getting my own way." A moment later she had her drink and pastry and nodded towards a spot where an old log had been rolled up as a seat near-ish the fire. "Come sit with me? Tell me more about you Weyr?"
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Post by dragon on Jun 16, 2008 17:18:07 GMT -8
"I thought as much, but I don't try to be over presumptious", Torad responded. He took the items in hand and walked over to where she was sitting, wondering just how spicey this may be. Either way, he was sure not to regret it. A new experience was something Torad was always up for. Well, for the most part anyway.
Torad looked up from the sandwich he was pondering over to look over at Aleda. "I've known a few girls to be that way. Some in extreme cases, others more tolerable", Torad explained while he picked up the sausage and held it dangerously close to his mouth. He opened his mouth and took the first bite, the spices not hitting him right away. He took one more bite in haste after swallowing the first, then realized it was indeed spicey. Swallowing and taking yet another bite, he finally took a sip of his drink. The heat on his tongue slowly making itself more and more apparent. "This is quite spicey, I will admit", he spoke only to pause briefly with a bit of a sly smirk, "But delicious all the same."
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Post by Omnia Munda on Jun 16, 2008 21:05:43 GMT -8
Duarte's brown hand spread invitingly above the gem that had caught Salina's eye; but it was the glitter of his pleasant, black gaze that tried to catch her interest now.
His stride was broken, though; Saliro's absence was signal of what distracted the older jeweler. He was not quick enough to sell the girl with his song, and was therefore reduced to tilting his head a little and flickering a black brow her way.
"Do be back," he invited her, lowering his voice and withdrawing his hand, as though they agreed upon a rendezvous more significant than a possible sale.
Duarte was not the only one with a flirtatious brow cocked. With much the same expression, though bemused where the Caminar trader was distracted, J'fel awaited the candidate's decision and turn-about.
"That I agreed with you," murmured the weyrleader, half his attention on the jeweler past Salina. He gestured a gentle twitch of his hand by his side, a subtle request that the girl come back to him and out of what he presumed was the trader's earshot.
Then: "But that the quality of the goods don't always speak to the quality of the man."
J'fel shrugged, tipping his head; after a beat, a smile broke wide across his pretty mouth. "Perhaps I could buy you a good luck charm for the sands?"
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Post by Xinnai on Jun 17, 2008 10:50:26 GMT -8
Salina was either entirely oblivious to the Caminar's fulsome ways, or she was very good at hiding her knowledge. She just smiled at Duarte once more, a slight shrug moving her shoulders. "We'll see, I suppose."
She perhaps drew closer to J'fel's side a bit more quickly than she would have during other circumstances, happily falling into the Weyrleader's side. She ignored his other comments, starting a bit at his request. She frowned slightly, solemn eyes slightly confused.
"You'd like to buy...me...a good luck charm? I couldn't, really." But a greedy little hand grasped at her heart. She so rarely was able to buy anything for herself, let alone that anyone else would. She bit at her lip, but she was wavering. "I couldn't," she murmured, but she wanted to say yes. Badly.
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Post by Omnia Munda on Jun 17, 2008 11:07:10 GMT -8
There, thought J'fel, a bemused pleasure bright in endlessly blue eyes. She wants that.
"Could you more easily deny the weyrleader such a small pleasure?" asked J'fel, unfolding a hand from his side to gesture once more at the jewels on display before the Caminar man. The words were trippingly light, due in part to the shadow of a thought in the back of his mind, a thought that belonged to a bemused Jordeth: You haven't the least idea what to do with that want, have you.
J'fel hadn't the least idea, it was true, but he hadn't time to consult with the bronze just now. He was improvising. "Of course, I would want to make sure such a charm is the best of its kind. Is he," and for a flash the young weyrleader's eyes skipped past the girl beside him to the man who tended the cart where she'd admired that ring. Then he was looking at Salina again, brows lofted in query. "- the one who fixed your bracelet?"
He let just a beat go by before compounding his question thus: "Is there a name on this craftsman who comes so highly recommended?"
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Post by Xinnai on Jun 17, 2008 11:27:03 GMT -8
Salina blinked rapidly a few times, shocked to her sensible core. That was a very difficult feat, that. When he phrased his request quite that way, she couldn't say no. She shrugged again, slight tinge to her pale cheeks.
"Well, when you put it like that, I can't say no, now can I?" Her smile was a mere curve of lips as she glanced back at the oily cart manager behind her, her grey eyes almost wickedly amused. She shook her golden head back and forth, laughing lightly.
"I am so sorry, sir, but no. That is not him. I actually do not think the man that I met and who fixed my bracelet was even a master within the craft. The Caminar are just very good." She flicked another glance at the man Duarte and stepped closer towards her Weyrleader. "His name was Jansen, his companion Kaim."
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Post by Omnia Munda on Jun 17, 2008 11:51:32 GMT -8
"Jansen and Kaim," repeated J'fel, a deep nod of his head suitably solemn accompaniment to the glittering, almost hungry pleasure in his eyes. He licked his lips and said just a little bit louder, "Just very good. I see."
Duarte could not quite hear what conspired between weyrleader and candidate, but he knew a sale when he saw one, and he was quite sure that what he was seeing was a sale. It remained only to make sure that he and his gems were actually part of the deal.
"No need for the lady to make up her mind from so far away," came the Caminar's resonant voice, his focus keener by the second. A welcoming gesture of one hand opened and closed and opened again, as though the jeweler could grasp some invisible rope and by it compel his customers to come closer once more.
J'fel had half an eye for this act, but it was the glittering, brow-lifting part of his attention that Salina had captured. He let himself seem moved by Duarte's words, taking a step closer to the cart, but closer also therefore to the girl. "Then perhaps one will do as well as another. It's a matter of finding the right charm, wouldn't you say?"
His hand lifted toward Salina's shoulder, the palm broad and ready to make a lightweight rest there; by such a touch he might turn her and urge her again to consider the jewels laid out for gather-goers to peruse.
How sweet his voice, and how gentle; the youth that led Telgar was purely a bronzerider flirting, now that he had those names. "Was there something here you wanted to try on?"
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