R'an -Stall Area - 3 Marks. ~~~~~~~~~ Compared to what he saw in the infirmary after the Threadfall, R'an's injuries were light. He still needed tight bandages around his chest and he held one arm in a sling, but he could stand on his own now. Syriacuth wasn't so lucky, the young blue had neglected to come out today and stayed in their room, preferring to sleep instead of mingling with the masses. R'an only went because he hadn't been to a gather in a long time. It seemed ages ago that girls were flirting with him in their pretty gather dresses in Bitra while he awkwardly kept his distance. Now... He wanted to meet some more people, make some friends.
He nodded to Kleos when he caught site of her after the speech and he saw more of his fellow weyrlings. As he patrolled the stalls, looking for something that might catch his eyes, he stopped, catching sight of simple bandanas. He made his way to the stall and looked over the colors.
"Excuse me." He said to the Journeywoman as it appeared the young beside her was busy. "How much for one of those bandanas?" He asked politely. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Kaylen - Journeywoman - Stalls - 5 marks
As a Weaver and seamstress, Kaylen had to keep up with the styles, so she walked among the shops, looking at the little baubles and beautifully designed clothing. She briefly saw a young man asking about bandanas and then more weyrlings at the smithy. She smiled softly and tilted her head as she heard a 'pop' above her. Lissy came and rested on her shoulder, her tail wrapping around her neck like a green neckless. "What do you say girl? Should I spoil myself with something new?" She asked the little firelizard.
Her eye caught a new stand and she made her way over, Smiling at seeing Candles, she needed some more of those! "Excuse me!" She called out. "Can I see the candles? I need some new ones desperately." She gave him a sweet smile. "How much?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heill - Candidate - Feast Area - 2 Marks
He darted around the crowd and headed immediately to the sweets stand. He was starving and hoping for some good ol' fashioned pie! Smacking his lips, he looked around seeing so many older people than him. He wondered if he could just slip in and take one without having to pay...
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:25 pm
"Certainly, certainly! Take your pick, and good shot that one was too!" The stall owner was cheerful enough in defeat, perhaps owing to a planned meeting with another game owner later on. "Here," he lifted down the three journals bound in black leather in that were in her point range. "Have a flip through them love, pick the one you like best," he said kindly.
C’ross turned at the touch on his shoulder and beamed at I’saak. “Hey! Good to see you.” If he’d been affected at all by the speeches, it had apparently rolled right off him without leaving much of a mark. Somber occasion, yes, but there were games to play, and things to be purchased, and he had three marks burning a hole straight through his pocket.
“Come on! I want to kick some some a** at the High Striker – but first I’m going to get something for Nimith. I saw a stall selling oils on the way over here.” He didn’t even wait to see if I’saak and K’yne were coming with him, but took off through the crowd cheerfully. One of the advantages to being six-foot-two and broad as a tank: crowds tended to part before you like waves.
Stopping in front of Lanakirene’s stall, C’ross examined a few containers of oil. Lavender… no, that said for anxious dragons, and Nimith was definitely not anxious. Nor did he suffer from itchy skin – C’ross’ oil regimen was extremely rigorous, thank you – and he wasn’t a great fan of the smell of wintergreen.
Instead he turned to the other oils, the ones next to them, carefully picking up a few and smelling them. He wasn’t sure what exactly a “patchouli” was, or why it was more expensive, but it smelled quite nice. “I’ll take one of these,” he told the woman (healer, he presumed, though her knots said blackrider) behind the stall.
Oh, C’ross. The oil you’re holding is Definitely Not For Dragons.
Becka had looking through the journals when she heard someone saying "good job", she turned and saw a rider dressed in brown "Thank you Brownrider," she said, noting his knots and color of his dragon "i don't think it's good enough to win the egg though" she said, giving the egg (and the flit with it) a slightly look of longing, but at least she had SOMETHING, and that something was rather a nice something for Bereck, he'd like that she was sure. She'd find him later and give it to him....oh ... she wondered briefly if she should get something for Alina but decided against it, she really didn't know the woman THAT well, but she WAS Bereck's weyrmate....
She flipped through the different journals until she spotted one that was just slightly bigger, and seemed to have slightly more pages than the others "Is this one the same price as the others?" she asked the stallholder "Please may i have another go" she added, deciding she might try and get something for Bereck's Weyrmate, try and get to know the woman better since she was clearly a very good thing for Bereck, he was happier, despite his healing injuries, than Becka had seen him so that was definitely worth trying to win something for her.
Oh good, she had even more points than last time so maybe she could get something for herself too, that would be nice. She mused over the box she HAD been debating for Bereck "Please could i have that carved wooden box?" She looked over the smaller things, she didn't need much for herself. "and the bag of sweets?" she didn't need anything fancy looking but she did like the odd sweet, plus some of the patients in the infirmary, that couldn't attend the gather, might like one.
Becka - Sr Weyrling = 2 + 3/4 marks (- 1/4 mark) 2 + 2/4 marks left.
Jemi had actually worn a skirt. It was plain dark green, ankle length and cut up to her hips, she had linen leggings underneath and damn it if she needed to run she was going to. She listened to the speech with half an ear, lips pressed together and stealing looks at her shield brother. Wen... was still recovering from his time in prison. They had lucked out during the thread fall. Rynsemth and Wen had between's luck in keeping away from the silver threads. She nodded, slowly standing as Kleos finished, looking over the silver rider with slight interest.
"You would end up riding with kick-a** females," she replied lightly, gently reaching over to tug on the white blond braid, tied with a black ribbon for the occasion.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" Wen muttered and slowly stood, lips twitching in tired amusement. His shirt was loose on him, a pale blue gray linen matched with black linen trousers. He stood, reaching out to Rynsemth and relaxed as he touched the black's mind.
'Nothing.' Wen replied lightly, starting off to the shop stalls. "We should fine Cai."
"And maybe get you a new set of knives," Jemi replied.
Maybe gather wear had not been the best idea. Dizzian stood awkwardly in the crowd of mourning black in possibly her brightest clothes she owned. Her skirt, a sheath like length of watery splattered teal dyed over white cotton was paired with a loose, airy white tunic.
Yep.
Should I go change?
I doubt people care as much as you think they do. You didn't do it out of disrespect and those who know you will know that. Be happy, have some fun.
Dizzian sucked on her teeth and twitched the fabric of her skirt, unable to resist the smile that it brought to her face. She really did love bright colors and fabrics. It couldn't be helped being who she was. Dizzian lifted her head and strode off to the stalls. Her bare feet kicking up just a little dust from the dry ground. (Some things never change)
Ohhhhhhh~.... The smell from the High table was tempting, so very tempting as Zarike's stomach growled in response. He lingered for a moment before moving on, finding the game stalls with little trouble. Dorado thrummed on his shoulder, reflecting Zarike's hunger back with her own. "I'm sure if you ask nicely someone will slip you some scraps you know." He poked her nose. "Doesn't work so well for me." Zarike grinned.
The games had already attracted players and Zarike watched two riders toss rings. He turned to the other game instead, eyeing the hammer. "I'll give it a shot!" He stated matter-of-factly to the shubby man. He tugged his sleeves up to his elbows and reached into his pocket for the little wooden piece marked with 1/16. Price paid Zarike lifted the hammer, much heavier than he'd expected, and with a grunt swung it at the lever.
"That's right love, and seen as you're here first you get first call on it! I'll put it here why you take another shot hey?" The game master gently took the journal out of Becka's hands and set it down next to him with a hand on it as she played again. The man's brows raised and he gave a small nod as she made her request. "Right you are pet, you're a natural! Here you are; a book, a box, and a bag of sweets." Sweet girl too, reminded him a bit of his niece.
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:43 pm
I'saak - following C'ross 5 marks
C'ross was excited. The excitement was infectious, and I'saak found himself smiling as he trotted in his friend's wake, trailing behind him like a dolphin in the draft of a ship. C'ross was heading for the stall with the blackrider and the jars of oils, and I'saak almost sighed as he cast a glance over his shoulder at the Smith's stall. Oh, he wanted it. Well, hopefully once C'ross was done making his oil purchases, I'saak would be able to drag him in that direction...
And when they were at the Healer's (he assumed she was a Healer - he had seen her buzzing around the infirmary from time to time) stall, he gave the oils a cursory glance. He wasn't quite ready to spend his marks on something other than the Weyr-supplied oils himself, but C'ross seemed interested...in...
Oh Faranth.
"Um. C'ross," he said gently, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder once again. "That's..."
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Lanakirene - Lanakirene's stall 4 1/2 marks
"Hey there, darling~" Lanakirene's voice was bright as she leaned over the counter to smile at Kaylen, pushing the box of candles toward the woman. "They're an eighth of a mark for four, twenty for a half-mark, feel free to pick 'em up and smell them. Mix and match if you want, I'm fine with that." She was easygoing enough, and the few score candles hadn't been hard to make. They'd certainly make her a mark or two.
And then her attention turned to the (very broad) young man wearing Weyrling's knots who had approached her and was resolutely going through the oils. Though his general bearing said he was almost certainly looking for dragon oil, the jar he ultimately stopped on was most emphatically not dragon oil. The grin Lanakirene gave C'ross was absolutely sharklike. "That's half a mark, bluerider. Seems like your dragon won't be chasing for a while yet, but I appreciate a man with a commitment to preparation." Oh, and his friend was trying to stop him. This was perfect.
The grin never stopped. If Pern had possessed a concept of hell, Lanakirene would have been merrily committing herself to it.
"Oh thank you!" said Becka eagerly after the man gave her the winnings, she put the bag of sweets into her bag with the marks in but held onto the journal and the box. Maybe she should go find Bereck and Alina now, yes! yes she would, she was excited "Don't you dare tell him Phas, it's a surprise" she warned the blue, who muttered sleepily from his sunny, sandy spent next to the warm bulk of Berath, it wasn't surprising that the young dragon soon began to feel rather sleepy.
She held on tightly to her things as she moved, looking for Bereck, sending Nightling off to find him, her blue, the silly thing had sprained a wing chasing a proddy green and was safely back at her bunk, sleeping.
Nightling squeaked but knew she should go look for Bereck, so she took off above the crowd until she spotted him, she sent back to Becka the image of where he was but Becka still had to get there before he moved off. Nightling, get his attention" she asked the steady green who promptly hovered in front of Bereck's face, her eyes whirling happiness at a job well done.
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:54 pm
Character name: Kaylen Craft: Weavercraft - specifically seamstress Rank: Jr. Journeywoman Products on offer: Soft Scarves - 1/4 Marks Scarves made from softer material available in various lengths and colors. Basic colors include brown, grey, black, white, red, yellow, green, blue Adding 1/32 for Gold, Bronze, Silver and a mix of colors in a stylish manner.
Regular Scarves - 1/8 Marks Scarves made from common material available in various lengths and colors. Basic colors include brown, grey, black, white, red, yellow, green, blue Adding 1/32 for Gold, Bronze, Silver and a mix of colors in a stylish manner.
Fancy Gloves - 1/16 Marks Gloves made from soft material, meant to be used as decoration and accessory to any outfit! ~Will be sized to buyer's hands. Available in range of colors.
Re-Sizing Clothing! 1/8 Marks! Unhappy with your current clothing? Doesn't happen to fit anymore? Too much weight gained? Too much weight lost? Will be able to re-size your clothing to your measurements!
Special Hair Ribbons - 1/16 Marks Multicolored Ribbons for Men's and Women's hair, perfect for holding back your hair during a special event and still look beautiful!
Simple Hair Ribbons - 1/32 Marks Simple, discreet, Ribbons for Men and Women's hair, perfect for holding back your hair during work and not have to worry about getting them dirty!
She picked through the candles, smiling as she scented each one. She liked the idea of being able to mix and match. When she was dying her clothing, it was such a bad smell, she would welcome something nice to come back to in her room.
While picking through, she watched over by the side and seeing the weyrling picking the oil, she couldn't help giggling. "Oh dear..." She whispered to herself before going back to picking, letting Lissy smell each one to see her reaction.
She ended up picking 2 Peppermints, Lavender, lemongrass. "Alright, I've chosen." She said to get the black rider's attention, fishing in her bag for a 1/8 Mark.
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 5:03 pm
Cai (Wingrider: 5 Marks - At Lanakirene's stall)
Her mission for a drink was waylaid by the sight of a stall that for once, caught her immediate interest. Shaff the crowd of people forming around it, Cai slipped her thin frame right in among them, doing her damnedest not to touch a one of them.
The smell of lavender wafted past her nose, mixed with a number of other herbs. She breathed in deeply, nerves about to go off soothed as she picked apart the scents, identifying the ingredients used. Cai could gladly spend her whole day here (or at least her whole budget) and didn't even hesitate to pick up one jar after another, debating on which she liked better.
Miath's presence filled her mind, her interest catching the curiosity of the sleepy crimson. Miath, which do you like better. It wasn't easy letting go enough to let her dragon share her senses, but the oil would be for the both of them.
What is that one? Miath asked after a few moments, mentally suggesting one Cai held in her left hand.
"Rosemary, a mint of some sort... oh shaff I know this..." Cai's mind blanked on which mint it was, mixed with the other scents. She frowned. It had been too long since she'd been at her craft. "and... chili?" Cai spoke aloud. It was an interesting combination but pleasant. It did make Cai more hungry than anything else though. She had a fondness for rosemary in all of her food. I doubt you'll have many more muscle problems Miath. How about this one? She lifted another, the lavender oil, to her nose again.
Character name: Kaylen Craft: Weavercraft - specifically seamstress Rank: Jr. Journeywoman Products on offer: Soft Scarves - 1/4 Marks Scarves made from softer material available in various lengths and colors. Basic colors include brown, grey, black, white, red, yellow, green, blue Adding 1/32 for Gold, Bronze, Silver and a mix of colors in a stylish manner.
Regular Scarves - 1/8 Marks Scarves made from common material available in various lengths and colors. Basic colors include brown, grey, black, white, red, yellow, green, blue Adding 1/32 for Gold, Bronze, Silver and a mix of colors in a stylish manner.
Fancy Gloves - 1/16 Marks Gloves made from soft material, meant to be used as decoration and accessory to any outfit! ~Will be sized to buyer's hands. Available in range of colors.
Re-Sizing Clothing! 1/8 Marks! Unhappy with your current clothing? Doesn't happen to fit anymore? Too much weight gained? Too much weight lost? Will be able to re-size your clothing to your measurements!
Special Hair Ribbons - 1/16 Marks Multicolored Ribbons for Men's and Women's hair, perfect for holding back your hair during a special event and still look beautiful!
Simple Hair Ribbons - 1/32 Marks Simple, discreet, Ribbons for Men and Women's hair, perfect for holding back your hair during work and not have to worry about getting them dirty!
[A new stall has appeared!]
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 5:07 pm
Alina
"I have some nice clothes stashed away, thank you very much," Alina did her best to feign some form of offense but instead ended up leaning into the shorter healer. It did nothing to hide the high blush on her cheeks from his first low words, her fingers curled against the back of his neck for a slow pet. Her head tilted to the side to brush a kiss to his temple, just under the bright hairline. "And I brushed it. Today was spent getting everything back in order and..."
Alina shrugged. The Starcrafters she spoke with often spent post-Fall for a few days working quietly, double checking their tools, the jokes gone. She didn't stop her pets.
The question of Becka caught her off guard. Alina's eyebrows arched over the rims of her glasses, looking down her nose to her weyrmate. "You're only proving my theory correct, dear. With each passing day, the gold rider, Rochelle, the apprentice..." Another flick of an eyebrow and she grinned. "You collect daughter figures. Of course, have fun. They're your marks, not mine."
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K'yne Weyrling = 3 marks
"No," is all he said before Kleos started her speech and the silverrider accepted. All very boring, droll, the things people worried about when they had other things to fret over. I'saak appeared as if by magic and - well, that was just fine in K'yne's book. He didn't dislike the other weyrling by a long shot, even though both he and C'ross absolutely towered over the short brown rider. He offered a half smile before C'ross started speaking again.
Hyper. Happy. K'yne eyed the bluerider before he frolicked off, I'saak close at his heels. He followed along, a rather fitting end to a line of muscular men with shoulders on them. Z'fer drew an arched brown, a quick flick, but the trio ended up rounding on a table full of oils that smelled delicious.
"That Wingleader is wearing Malvren co--" He blinked at C'ross and the oil he had in hand. K'yne edged up beside him to get a closer look at them. He snickered, hiding his sharp smile with a duck of his head and reaching for a bottle of his own. While he didn't need it for the same purpose as most, he liked soft skin sometimes, shardit. "At least he'll smell delicious."
Character name: T'lon Craft: Harper Rank: Apprentice Products on offer: Just outside the edge of the main Gather stalls sits a tall stool, and perched atop it is a young man in Harper blue with weyrling knots tied on one shoulder. In front of him is an open guitar case, with a small slate propped inside on which is written "Specific songs available on request." He has a few instruments with him: the guitar, a wooden flute, panpipes and a small hand drum, and he's always seen playing one of them. On each shoulder is perched a fire lizard, one blue and one brown, both of which hum or sing along to whatever music he's currently playing. Behind him is the reason he's on the outside of the stalls; a green weyrling dragon is curled up there, head on her forepaws and eyes sleepily half-lidded as she watches the goings-on of the Gather. Sometimes she will also hum along to the music.
(In other words, T'lon is playing for tips and will take requests.)
