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NPC Journeywoman Weaver - Trine Weyr Weavers' Booth

The Journeywomen considered Xan for a long moment, and then nodded. She smiled, seeming more friendly now. "All right, 1 and 1/8th seems fair. I couldn't have gone lower than that, for certain. Would you like wrapping for it?" she inquired as she lifted the rug and folded it in half for easier transport.

Dizzian

Dizzian looked away at the ground. "Uh no... I didn't find anything else." She bent to pick up her books, clutching them to her chest protectively. Hekate was babbling and that made her feel even worse. Had her friend not wanted her to come back and find her? Maybe she'd wanted to go 'somewhere private' with that wherrie's arse. Did she have to mention Courath's ability to fly too? Dizzian's cheeks burned and she couldn't bring herself to look at her friend. No matter what the healers said Dizzian had no idea if Courath would actually fly. She held this little ball of anxiety that her stupid actions had grounded her dragon forever.

She flexed her toes, feeling the sandy dirt beneath her bare feet. "I don't think I need boots..." Besides the fact she hated wearing shoes...there was no point in buying riding boots if she'd never actually ride Courath. "I might just head back home and read..." She finally glanced up with a weak smile. If Hekate wanted her gone then at least she had an out.

Courath extended a feeling of understanding to Devith. ~ I never doubted your intentions. ~ Her reassurance of her favorite sibling was cut short at the surplus of emotion from her own rider. The green's head whipped around and she gave a small creel of distress, eyes whirling with yellow once again. ~ Mine don't think like that. We will fly. I will not be stopped by a little scarring. We will not be stopped by Anything. ~

~ That's more than a little scarring Courath...You were nearly killed. And don't tell me it wasn't my fault. ~ There was bitterness in her mental response.

Z'fer
Z'fer would almost rather deal with N'mol and Tyeth again... he'd rather get back in the ring with Carltis AND Siata, just about anything would be preferable to seeing another weyrling on the verge of tears. This one he didn't even care for! ~ Greens...~ He waited for Hekate to figure out what to do with her friend. He didn't want to play peace keeper anymore. There'd been entirely too many emotions in his day already. He hoped the girl would do as she said and leave to read her books. He didn't really want to share his promised quiet time with anyone else. Z'fer moved his hand up to Hekate's arm, gently massaging the muscle just below her shoulder in a sign of support.

Cai
((She's not a wherhandler ^_^ Cai's an apprentice healer. ))

She only had two marks... and while 1 1/8th might not have been a bad price for simple linen pants, she didn't want to spend half her budget on a pair that wouldn't fit. She wasn't vain but it just wasn't practical, they'd get caught on something and tear before she knew it. The commission offer was tempting... and she could justify spending that much on a tailored pair at least. "You said at Stall Prices. A commission would be 1 1/8th mark then?" She didn't simper or flirt like the other woman at the stall. Cai's questioning was direct as she met the weaver's eyes with her own grey ones.

Smithhall Vendors
The smith stroked his chin, placing his hammer back into hiding since he wouldn't be needing it. "For a woman you say..." Sturdy but decorative...with the recent events the smith could only assume he meant it to be a potential weapon. A common belt knife would work in a pinch...and the blades were meant to handle everyday use without trouble. "For something decorative, normally a new blade straight from us would run you at least 3 marks or more depending upon what you had in mind. The fancier of course the higher the price. If you're just looking for something vaguely girlish then I might be able to do you a favor. I got a couple belt knives stowed away. Good, solid knives that'll stand up to some abuse. The handles are wooden but for 3 Marks I can send one to the woodcrafters here at Trine to carve up nice and pretty for you."

Dizzian

She was kind of startled when Hekate unwrapped herself from Z'fer's grip and came to her side instead. Startled, but pleased. She was still upset...and still wanted to get out of there, but her friends tease did manage to get a faint smile from the greenrider. "They can wait... I think I just need to go be quiet for a while... Don't let me interrupt." With an apologetic look she gently shrugged her way from Hekate's arm and took a step back.

Courath snorted, still concerned for her rider. ~ I won't need ropes to fly. I have wings that work just fine. ~ Ever consious of her surroundings Courath spread her one free wing straight up into the air. The shoulder joint of her injured one shifted as if trying to straighten as well but it's movement was restricted in the sling. She folded them slowly and moved to offer a support to her rider. ~ We can come back later. Mine wants to be alone right now. She'll be fine. ~ She nudged Dizzian's hand, sliding her head up against the woman's side and accepting the absentminded rubbing with a deep thrumm.

Dizzian leaned into Courath's neck. "She's right. We can come back later. I'm going to go for now though." She pointed her toes in the direction of their barrack and waited a moment for Hekate's dismissal before turning away and making a hasty retreat.

Z'fer
Z'fer wouldn't say he wasn't disappointed. Sharding people seemed intent on ruining his day today. He'd felt Hekate physically react to his caress and was looking forward to a candlemark or two alone with her. It was obvious the girl was upset though and if Hekate cared about her he couldn't very well voice his complaints. What had her so upset he couldn't fathom. He'd seen her earlier and she didn't seem so bothered about her dragon's wing. He didn't know what exactly was wrong with it but by the wrappings he could tell it had been well tended to at least. Most dragons could heal from wing fractures if properly cared for. She was fortunate she was young too.

He put on a polite smile for the two of them, even if he wasn't feeling it. "Of course Hekate. If you need me have Devith bespeak Calanoth. We won't be far."

~ Cal, make room. I need a nap. ~

~ There is always room for you Mine. ~

Z'fer might have purred with pleasure himself if that was something he did. It was enough that he had Hekate to himself though. "Sounds like a plan." He was more than willing to let her pull him along. It was obvious she already had a spot in mind as Devith shot ahead of them, parting what remained of the noonday crowd and letting them pass out of the gather with relative ease. ~ Looks like Hekate's got somewhere else in mind. Follow Devith. ~

The bronze groaned and grunted as he lumbered his bulk up out of the sand. Blinking bleary eyes he scanned the crowd for the silver hatchling and began moving in his direction. He didn't particularly want to give up his own cozy spot but lazing about with his rider was always better than without. If Z'fer called, Calanoth would come. ~ Where to Devith? ~ His pace was slow but the bronze's stride was more than long enough to keep up with the trotting hatchling.

Calanoth nodded and joined Devith, arranging himself so his tail curved up close to the streams edge. Within moments he returned to his interrupted nap, content with the sun on his back and the company he kept.

Z'fer was highly aware of hand where it held her delicate fingers. The further they got from the noise of the gather the better he felt. The spot she'd chosen was good for their needs. As they caught up with their dragons he let her slip from his grip and trailed his now empty hand along Calanoth's sunbaked hide. As always when he approached his dragon he took a deep breath, inhaling the individual musky scent that was Calanoth. No flower, no food and no woman ever smelled better to Z'fer than that spicy scent Calanoth's hide bore. He maintained contact all the way down Calanoth's long side and to his tail where it curled around the place Hekate had chosen to rest. He hadn't even needed to ask.

He toed his boots off and rolled up the hem of his pants. As he sat down next to Hekate, Calanoth's tail subtly shifted closer, the narrow expanse before the spade coming to rest right behind them. Z'fer slid his feet into the warm waters, still expecting the shock of cold that used to come from Malvren's streams. Even on the warmest near tropical parts of the western continent, the water always ran cold. He sighed happily anyways and reclined against the pale bronze hide behind him. "Hekate~." He murmured, holding out his arm in an invitation to lay against him.

Now that things had settled down and there was nothing but Good Feelings coming from the two riders and their dragons, Klah and Fellis made their re-entrance. Surprisingly quite for flits, they circled lazily down and landed on Calanoth's tail near the riders. Fellis crooned Happy feelings and laid down immediately while Klah was chirping under his breath as he tried to wear a circle into the thick bronze hide beneath him.

((*Slaps face* I'm thinking of Siata. SORRY, DIZ. *Fixes fixes fixes* There. She is a healer again. XD All these new ladies. Getting mixed up. Also, I want Dizzian to meet Kala. I get the impression she's just the kind of easily-bowled-over person Kala would take under her wing.))




Riarna

Riarna nodded once, definitively, at Cai. The woman seemed to have no sense of humor and be rather judgemental, but at least she knew how to deal directly. This was the kind of customer she preferred to deal with. "Yes. 1 1/8 Marks, and for a pair of essentially tailored pants, it's an excellent price for the work you'll be getting. If that's what you'd prefer, I can take your measurements now, you pay up front, and you can pick up your purchase directly from the Weavers in a day or two."

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N'mol

Nmol stared back at the Smith for a moment. That would be a good price... and if they could complete the carving before the end of the Gather, he could bring Kindra with him to pick it up. No need to wait on getting a commissioned piece back from wherever the Smith was from. After the fuss he had caused at the booth, he also didn't want to irritate the Smith again by haggling for the item. 3 Marks was a good price; he wouldn't potentially ruin his chances at securing a good gift for Kindra by being cheap.

"If it goes to the woodcrafters here, will the work be done before the end of the Gather?" That was his biggest concern now. He wanted to look around for Kindra, but didn't dare look away from his dealing with the Smith. He might be paying full price, but he wanted the man to understand that young and willing to pay didn't mean flighty or stupid.

Cai
Cai didn't need to think about it for another second, satisfied as she was with Riarna's answer. She nodded her affirmation and glanced to Kleos as the older woman also accepted the weavers offer. "I'll do it. Tan for me as well." She slipped off her satchel and dropped it at her feet in preparation for having her measurements taken. At least her current outfit was nothing baggy, she didn't particularly want to take her clothes off in public.

Smithhall Vendors
Have it done today? It would probably cut into his own profit margins but the smith knew he had a favor he could call in... He mulled it over. "Weeeelllll. I think I can convince someone to have it done by tonight. Did you have a design in mind or should I let them work their art?" Despite his earlier threats he wasn't that hard of a nut. And if it was for a lady friend he could humor the young lad.

Trine Harpers

Hyasin was surprised by the appearance of the young gentleman who approached their stall. Taller than him though surely only half his age he presented an imposing figure. The quiet harper stood from his stool and greeted him with a smile anyways. He wasn't the type to question someone without cause. "Hello and welcome!"

While business was booming around them, the harpers had had a rather quiet day. On display were wares designed for the gather. Things it would be easy to teach people how to use if not how to truly play. The masterwork flute was there to grab eyes and draw attention, more of a conversation starter than anything else.

Hyasin beamed at the young man over the table. "I actually believe I am! If you would please wait a moment or two... " He held up a long finger before returning to the older gentleman behind him, a Master by the knots on his shoulder. After a few exchanged words the Master turned towards the table as Hyasin bent over a box that had been gestured to.

"He'll bring it over once he finds it. It's not of my work I'll warn you, but it's a good serviceable harp." Hyasin didn't take long to find the harp and bring it up for inspection. It was simplistic in it's beauty with smooth lines and a solid frame. It was small enough for portability but not a child's instrument by any measure. The Master picked it up and played a couple measures nodding to himself as the tuning was undamaged by it's travel. He then held it to Carltis. "One and a half marks would be a good price for something like that."

Dizzian

On her way out of the gather Dizzian passed by the trader's stall and halted. ~ You like them. Get one.~ She didn't need to be told twice. Still shaky and feeling rather unhappy she drew attention to herself once again. "Excuse me...can I get one of these?" She drew a pretty little green one from the pile. She couldn't deny a fondness for the 'most common' of colors. Whoever thought greens worthless because of their abundance was just dim in the head.

Traders

"For half a mark. One quarter more if you want a tag." The woman who answered was just putting the finishing touches on O'thor's order at that moment, the blue plush sporting a ribbon around it's neck with his well wishes for an unknown Orlina.

Dizzian
She had no need to buy a tag for hers. They were for her after all but at the price she picked another blue from the pile. That way Spazz wouldn't feel left out when her flitters found their new 'friend' "I'll take both of these please." She fished another mark from her pocket and placed it in the Trader's open palm, dipping her head to the woman before taking off back towards the weyrling barracks.