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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:39 pm
Was that? Yes, it was! Brishen grinned and started to move towards Zareen. "Hey Zar!" He smiled back at the other weyrling and shrugged. "Sort of, it is nice to not have classes or drills, and just to get out for a change. But," He held out his hand. "It would be nicer if I had a partner for the upcoming dance. If you would care to?"
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 5:21 pm
Being rather small S'ol got bumped into rather a lot in crowds and unless it seemed deliberate he usually dealt with it by apologising cheerfully; no harm done to either party, carry on with the day. It would be very hard for anyone to come to harm by walking into the small wiry rider and it was that which puzzled him initially when a youth bumped into him and dropped his sack on impact. As the tears started, suspicion started to bubble in the pit of the blue rider's stomach. He wasn't a naturally distrustful man, he liked people in general but that didn't mean he thought the whole world was made up of goodness and when a situation stank he wasn't going to ignore it. He especially wasn't going to ignore it when he remembered Wingleader J'ian - another very small blue rider - talking about a scam that went something like this.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," S'ol began with no trace of a smile as he dusted down his mid length, mid blue tunic and then adjusted the knots on his shoulder. It wasn't a pointed action, not quite, but if they hadn't been noted before they probably would be now. "Shall we see what the damage is?" he suggested formally. "Perhaps it's not as bad as you think." If he actually caught the man in the act of trying to pull a scam what was he going to do, arrest him in the middle of a gather?... Yes, yes he was. Gathers might be a day of rest for many but that was no excuse for turning a blind eye to wrongdoing.
[Anyone who wants to is free to approach!]
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:57 pm
 It felt strange being back at High Reaches Hold and without Sanuyeth at her side. Despite the time between herself now and who she'd been then, she had the unsettling feeling that she'd never even left. A faint touch, distant but real ,brushed her mind sending a shiver down her back like nails on her spine. Sanuyeth was there, at the Weyr, half asleep and waiting for her return. She was not a holder's child anymore, and she had a right to be able to enjoy herself on her day off! Jasiline grinned, reassured. Toast lay draped across her shoulders, tail coiled loosely around her left forearm, his bronze hide oiled but slightly dusty from the crowd. She may have been born here but her home was the Weyr. She was here today to have fun and watch the wher races! (She had placed her bet on the underdog Krissesk, though a quartermark also rode on Hadresk, just in case.) In the meantime, Jasiline was browsing the drink stalls, looking for something exciting, but within her limitations as a weyrling. Luckily, an array of chilled juices, blends of fruits that didn't grow in the same climate were available for a price. It may not have been the wisest spending of her marks, but for the feast made available, Jasiline was willing to drop a little on a fancy drink to do with it. Just the one wouldn't hurt her purse too much. Toast lifted his head and purred, his little eyes whirling and a thread of 'interest' passed across Jasiline's consciousness. The young rider lifted her head simultaneously and turned to see what had caught his attention. As she did so she saw another young woman look hastily away, her long hair braided back and unable to hide the way the girl bit her lips. Jasiline lifted an eyebrow, suppressed a grin, and half-turned back to the stall owner to pay for her drink. She kept one eye on the girl though and had to stop from reacting again as she saw the young woman sneak another furtive glance her way. Whatever the reason, the attention was flattering. Jasiline didn't care what gender the young woman might have thought her in her weyrling uniform with her shaved hair, or if it wasn't even that and it was more the presence of the firelizard around her neck that drew her gaze. It gave Jasi a surge of confidence and impulsively, she got the shopkeepers attention again and handed over another small mark. "A glass for the pretty one in yellow. The girl with the braid." She spoke a little louder than necessary, watching the girl in question and winking when she looked back in surprise. She took her leave quickly, trying to get lost in the crowd and be the mysteriously handsome and generous dragonrider. Inside she was giddy with laughter at her own game with only a small voice wondering if the girl would actually seek her out, and if so, what would happen then?!
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:18 pm
Zareen nodded. "It's a bit weird not to have Zyxth with me." The break from drills and lessons was nice, but she knew that they'd be making it up shortly. They were getting close to having their first flights, and then there'd be even more work.
She took his hand. "I would love a dance. I had forgotten how much I enjoy it."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:39 am
“He’s pretty full of himself” She said, passing Jasiline as she approached the stall - although not without a surreptitious glance into the weyrling’s goblet to ensure that she wasn’t one of the stupid ones who thought they could get away with it. There were few enough riders that she could identify all of High Reach’s by sight, if not by name. Even if nearly half were less then a decade in the straps... “But shaff, his brown put up a good fight - and the way he took out G'vian...”
Her hackles were beginning to settle now, her face losing its flush.
“And he didn’t try to replace O’ail” she added firmly, because that was an important factor. L'ris would not have campaigned for - or voted for - anyone who would even try. “How’s G’vian standing up to being turfed out of office?”
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Concinnity Blaise rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:40 am
“No, I’m - no, really” Rensoua said, attempting to take a step back from the older woman who had (after her encounter with L’ris) apparently decided to try an easier target. “Ma’am, I’m not interested in having children any time soon, my dragon would be very upset -“
She could feel Kyoth’s sleepy presence in the back of her mind, although it was more gently amused then distressed. She’d been given a pass by the Weyrlingmaster because it seemed just about impossible to distress Kyoth. The dragon seemed cheerfully unbothered by anything from loud noises to other weyrlings fighting - and able to sleep through the whole thing.
[someone come and rescue poor Soua?]
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 7:21 am
"Zyxth, that was it." Brishen remembered she had a bronze, completely solid color bronze unlike Hazmath who's pale hide was broken up with splotches of darker blue. "And he is still with you, just not physically." If he reached out he could reach and speak to his blue easy enough and Hazmath could reach him if he found something exciting.
And this was going to be an interesting dance. Zareen was tiny. He paused, listening as the harpers started a new song and lead Zareen out to the dance floor.
(What kind of dance do you want to do Moon? Square? Circles? Sets? *So many dances.,,)
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 8:23 am
"G'vian? Who can tell, he's always po-faced," C'tis snorted. "Should count himself lucky really, he held his title for a long time and has been handed a nice enough peach to replace it." As the drew nearer to the stall, people who might actually pay attention to what they were saying, C'tis decided to drop sneering about the bronze rider in favour of something that sounded more positive. It wouldn't do having hold folk hear riders taking tones like that about other riders, best to keep the united front and remind them that riders were men and women apart. That didn't mean he was going to sing praises of course, just be more or less positive over all.
"T'gall's good though I suppose, and it's refreshing to have a brown back in power. One who knows which boats not to rock too, replacing O'ail would have been a stupid move." It was interesting that he had removed the former wingleader of First Wing given he hadn't shaken up any of the others, he could have placed G'vian as leader of Second Wing; that was the post the bronze rider had occupied before he became Weyrleader.... C'tis suspected something personal going on there but didn't say as much. It was also interesting though, if it was a personal matter, that G'vian had chosen to take the man on as one of his wingseconds. "T'gall certainly has more charm than his predecessor," the blue rider added as an afterthought, eyeing the drink stall critically for any sign of being sub-par, "perhaps about time we had some more of that in the person who's supposed to deal with external affairs."
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:00 pm
Jasiline caught L'ris's glance and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead she mimed tipping her hat and continued her escape, with her juice, into the crowd. Whatever. She was being good for now. She'd rather not have her fun times cut short by some do-good rider dragging her back home by her ears just cause she had a sip of a good vintage. Plus, she valued Sanuyeth more than to risk it. She felt a pang at that thought and sought her connection to her green. She hadn't been apart from the dragon since Impression. It was almost physically painful to be this far apart from her. Jasiline wandered, cup lifted unconsciously to her lips as she watched people crowd around a small stage, a handsome herdbeast on the auction block as the last round of biddings were shouted out. Weakling... The sleepily murmured insult drifted into her mind, warring with the sounds assaulting her ears. I'm right here... Jasiline fled the auction, seeking somewhere a little quieter. Bully. I love you. A feeling of wordless agreement did much to restore Jasiline's slipping mood and before long the weyrling was bouncing along merrily once again, scratching the chin of her firelizard and wondering if she could find that holder girl again and maybe steal a dance. That wasn't against their rules was it? She pushed her way through the crowd. Best place to be found for a dance was the dancefloor.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:02 am
Quote: There's a bit of a commotion - a man is yelling about his purse being stolen by a young woman who claims she has nothing to do with it, you can sharding search her if you want, so shaff him!
Cursing under his breath S'ol grabbed the sack - evidence - and took off in pursuit; anyone running away from a rider had a reason for running and so he chased. Shouts of consternation were his guide as he couldn't actually see the fleeing man, but the advantage of being so small as to be unable to see over the crowd was being able to weave in and out of the throng more easily. The disadvantage was not being able to shove people out of his way and he bounced off more than one person, calling apologies over his shoulder as he took off again after his quarry.
As they neared the dance floor the sack-man was impeded by a large bunch of people; S'ol dropped the sack with a crack - again - and launched himself at the miscreant. Another rider might have bowled their target over, but S'ol just ended up hanging onto his back.
"I hadn't finished talking to you!" he exclaimed indigently.
Spotting a weyrling he gave a sharp whistle and waved briefly at Jasiline before gripping onto the man again, trying to pin down his arms. "A little help here please!" The man was doing his best to shake him off and while S'ol was confident he could hold his grip he would prefer to avoid getting elbowed in the face. Hopefully the mere presence of another rider, even a weyrling, would subdue the would be con-artist enough for him to stop struggling....
But what about the commotion over the purse? Shards! Could he not go to one gather where he didn't end up wanting to arrest multiple people?
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:18 pm
Jasiline had just been scanning the crowd for a certain yellow skirt when she heard the sharp piercing whistle and caught the eyes of a rider, currently looking like an entrant into the novice class Ovine Rodeo. "Blast it!" She tossed back the last of her juice (hey! She'd spent good money for that) and chucked the wooden mug behind her. "Hup Toast!" The bronze took his leave of her shoulders with a complaint as she pushed her way past a handful of people watching the spectacle. It took just a fraction of a second for her to assess what was happening before she ducked close to S'ol and swung her leg at the back of the other man's knees. Get him to the ground and under control, then find out what the shells was happening! The back of her mind cursed the rider's potential offspring if he'd just been after this guy for a lost bet and got her in trouble over it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:33 pm
"Oof!" The man fell and S'ol landed on his back, rather heavily. He wasn't hurt however and moved quickly to put the man in an arm lock before looking up at the weyrling with a flash of a smile. "Thank you! He was trying to pull the vase drop on me, weren't you?" Because he was small, looked younger than his turns at a glance and... well people tended to associate less than good looks with less than stellar intelligence. It was unfortunate, unfair, but S'ol had been around long enough with the face he had to know it was true.
"I weren't doing nothing!" The captured man insisted, squirming slightly in S'ol's grasp. "I'm an honest man, I am!"
"Right," S'ol pursed his lips - and he was the Lady of Igen! "We'll see what the Hold guards have to say about that shall we? Unless, perhaps, you want to just go home and think very hard about your life choices?" Thinking about it he hadn't actually caught him red-handed so to speak, so getting a conviction to stick would be difficult but perhaps this would be enough to spook the man into going straight?... Maybe. Zaqueth believed so, and S'ol wanted to share his blue's belief in people's capacity for change.
"Alright, alright, I'm gone! Just let me up, will you?" the man snapped irritably.
S'ol obliged, getting to his feet and tugging his clothes back into line. When the sack-man stood up the small rider lifted his chin to look him in the eye, assuming the most serious expression he was capable of; he was getting quite good at them. "Time for you to call it a night, sir."
And off the man went, muttering and glancing over his shoulder with dark scowls but he went.
Once he was out of sight S'ol gave a slight sigh of relief and relaxed, smiling up at Jasiline. "Thanks for the help... oh, that was that your drink wasn't it? Come on, let me buy you another one. What's your name? I'm S'ol of blue Zaqueth, Fourth-Two." The Weyrling's quick actions were commendable and he'd certainly make a mention of it to the Weyrlingmaster when he got home.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:38 pm
Concinnity Blaise [someone come and rescue poor Soua?] . Just about the only days when Candidates could change out of the usual grey outfit into something a little more festive, let their hair down (not literally, Candidates didn’t have hair to let down, ha-ha wasn’t Bakarn hilarious) and go out and have some real fun. And with the recent rise in bandit activity leaving Second Wing stretched thinner and thinner, Bakarn was more than willing to relax and have some fun. Was he going to get fleeced out of the scant few fraction-marks he’d saved up for the Gather? Oh, sure, absolutely. But Gathers were an opportunity to have fun while you were getting the marks fleeced out of you. Which was kind of the point, really. It didn’t stop him, however, from noticing an older woman accosting a young lady who very much didn’t look like she wanted to be accosted. And that was just Not Right. A quick glance at her shoulder identified her, as did her words – she was one of the new weyrlings, from the six-months-back batch, wasn’t she? And the old lady was trying to press a potion on her, for… Oh. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna fly. “Ma’am,” Bakarn interjected smoothly, stepping up beside Rensoua and lightly resting a hand on her shoulder, above the weyrling knots. It wasn’t a particularly firm touch, and one she’d find easy to shake off if it was unwanted. “You might want to take another look at the young lady’s knots, here. She’s a weyrling, and as such your wares are… unlikely to be wanted for a long time yet. If ever,” he added after a brief moment’s thought. Far be it from him to make that kind of assumptions about a dame. That was how you got yourself in deep herdbeast dung. Hopefully the presence of a second voice would be enough to convince the old woman to move on and find a more amenable target.
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Tuatha De rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:43 pm
Quote: A harper attempts to sell you on a new harp. Do you play the harp? No? Well, this is a FINE instrument to learn on, he built it himself! This was literally the pushiest Harper that C’ross had ever encountered. He had made the mistake – the terrible mistake – of pausing for a few moments to admire the dulcet tones of harpstrings coming from the stall, and to drop a small fraction-mark coin into the hat set out to collect tips. And then the instrumentalist had struck like a coiled tunnelsnake, insinuating himself into C’ross’ personal space and asking if he was a fan of harp music. Before the bluerider could even react, the Harper’s arm was entwined with his own, guiding him over towards a small display of instruments for sale. The man’s grip reminded C’ross of the slipknot snares used to catch wild wherries, sometimes: the harder he pulled, the tighter it became. “What are you doing? I don’t play the – do I look like I play the fardling harp?!” Okay. That was probably a good bit louder than was strictly necessary. But the Harper was a Harper, and no amount of C’ross’ thunderous drill sergeant bark could outdo a voice trained to project into the largest banquet halls on Pern. The gentleman just grinned wider and continued enthusiastically extolling the virtues of this particular instrument. With no way to detach the Harper from his person without either causing injury or gnawing his own limb off, C’ross scanned the crowd frantically for aid.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:19 pm
Of course, no gather would be complete without overly pushy salesmen. Bereck was rather practised at giving them the brush off - though he suspected the knots helped keep people respectful - but he was not blind to the plight of others... and perhaps he slightly enjoyed 'laying the smack down' on people who didn't know when to stop.
The advance guard was Aorta; the gold firelizard had been trotting along at his heels but a quick command had her in the air gliding over to the stall. Folding her wings back she came in to land on the rider's wide shoulders - human big enough for her to land on! - and then snaked her head around to regard the harper. "Yawp!" she declared cheerfully.
Bereck was not far behind and looking very smart indeed in a deep blue tunic that complimented his eyes (and was fastened down the left side of his chest by a rank of gold buttons), white breeches, smart black boots, and a full length cloak lined with sumptuous ivory fur. Oh, and there was the green firelizard draped around his neck and the Masterhealer knots. Bereck wasn't usually one for looking fancy but a bit of a display of wealth and power tended to make getting along in crowds easier and that was important because there was the cane in his right hand too. Getting knocked into by large people was not a pleasant experience, he had no intention of being hurt or humiliated today.
Upon reaching the harper and the rider Bereck smiled, or at least his mouth turned up at the corners. "I do hope you aren't harassing a rider on one of his few days off from preventing you from being agonizingly eaten alive," the healer said evenly. Then, to C'ross re: the large firelizard standing on him; "I intended for her to land on the stall, just take her off your shoulders if she's bothering you, she doesn't bite. Usually."
Aorta blinked in a friendly manner and chirped.
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