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While he had been told that Ista Weyr was just a day away from the port docks, no one had bother to tell him that it involved climbing up a mountain side and cutting through a rain forest. Granted, he knew the place was tropical, but this heat! God! Half way to the Weyr and he had striped down to his shoes and cut his leggings to shorts. If this was common weather for the island, he might not be staying long...or ever come back! "Shards, why didn't I opt for the burden beast?" Panting, Dorinelic grunted as he lifted his heavy pack above him, to what seemed to be flat ground where he could rest.
"How much mo-" His self rambling were cut short, as his eyes took in the sight before him. The Weyr. Looking about, he noticed a large gathering of what looked like other journeymen.
"Excuse me, but where might I go to find a room?" As he finished his sentence, a dragon sounded from a cavern above, making his words almost whispers and the other traders went into a nearby cavern. Turning about, hoping to maybe see someone else, he noticed that it had indeed, gotten dark, and almost no one was left outside. It really had taken a full day.
"...Isn't there anyone who can tell me where I am supposed to go?"

((Hopefully I didn't get anything wrong.))

The shock of a voiced cause Dorinelic to jump slightly as he turned about. "oh, um hello." Grabbing his things, he made his way to the small gaggle of girls. "Yes well, I'm Dorinelic, a smith appre-" He paused remembering his new life. "Journeyman. I've come looking to sell my wares but, seeing as its almost night, I would much like to find a room and rest. I...I didn't quite expect the harsh conditions of travel." He grunted as he let his pack fall back to the ground with a clatter. Sure, nothing would break or bend, but, it still made quite a bit of noise.
"Do you know who I would speak to or where to go? I've never been to Ista before and...its all quite new to me." New, and not exactly pleasant. he'd much rather be in the snow then this tropical heat.

Shards, this girl could talk! And talk she did. It took Dorinelic a few seconds to register all of the information. "No one sent for me. I came here from Keroon Hold. But, if there is work for a good pay, I won't mind. I can use some extra marks." He hesitated, thinking about what else the girl had said.
"If you can point me in which direction to go, I'm sure I could- laundry?" The other question ran into his head. "Well...I had to do my own laundry typically. So...I think I can fold well enough. After all, when you travel, folded clothes proves to create less hassle and more room in one's pack. Why do you ask?" Something told him that the question was a baited one.

((I just picked a hold that would probably have a trading route with Ista... OTL))

Internally Dorinelic winced as she mentioned the fact that smiths were in high demand....yet he still moved. Still, she didn't know, and did not mean an offense...but the fact still cut him to the quick. "Yes, smiths are readily needed anywhere..but, I didn't want to have to deal with my parents. They kicked me out anyway, so, I though it might be best if I left altogether." Not to mention the fact he had taken all of the items he had made, along with a fair share of marks to see him elsewhere. Stingy old man had kicked him to the curb with not a mark to his name. How did he expect Dorinelic to ever survive? Bah, still, he knew to remain at the hold would have cause him more trouble then it was worth.
"...I may have never been to a Weyr before, but I know that to go alone in unfamiliar caverns tends to be a bad idea. I'd rather not run into a nest of tunnelsnakes." Pushing his pack to the side, he made his way to the clothes line. Tugging on one bedfur, he didn't bother to unlatch it, as it snapped right off under his hands. Folding it simple enough, he tucked in the final corner, crating a triangular shape.

"My father kept pressuring me to become a better smith, and to do more work for less, or even for no pay at all." Dorinelic tugged on the bedfur again, making sure the creases were not visible. "I didn't mind having to work but, some of his demands became...aggravating, so, I tended to ignore his words and go my own way. After all, The most decorative thing he could do was a large shield insignia, so, he tended to make me do anything smaller then his ego..." Grabbing the edge of the corner, he pulled the bedfur away, finishing the folds. "Which pretty much meant anything smaller then a large shield insignia."
Grabbing another bedfur, he sighed. "I didn't want to become a journeyman, its not a bad life I mean but...I just think that there has to be something better out there, you know?" He offered her the corner, to begin folding once more.

For a second, Dorinelic pondered the idea. It would be something new and quite a change of pace from his current life... "Depends I suppose. It would be nice to have a try at it, but, you have to fight the Thread, and not to mention that you will then forever be stuck as a rider and you'd never have anything else to aspire to be. But...still, you ride a dragon, and share a bond that most people will never know. With anything, good comes with the bad, even as a rider." He shrugged as he moved to the next blanket.
"If I could do anything...I don't know honestly. I might try my hand at another craft...maybe explore...Who knows." Another shrug, this time into silence.

"Hm, still, you have to fight Thread at tha-gay Flight sex?" The statement question made his face go pink and he almost dropped the folded furs. "Um...I'm sorry but...what do you mean? That's the first time I've ever heard of..Flight sex." He felt a bit odd. After all, this girl must be a few years younger then him. How did she...Where people so unabashed about such things on Ista?

He wasn't quite sure if he should be shocked, appalled, or fascinated. "Well...I really don't know. I mean...I knew how greens would get the blues and browns after them but...why would the riders have to sleep together couldn't they you know...go with a diffrent partner? I mean..uh..." He blushed. This was a bit of an odd conversation to have on his first day in a Wyer. Grabbing his pack and a bundle of the furs, he grunted as he felt his arms strain under the added weight.
"I'm fine its just...Even if a couple wasn't gay...why would the riders have to sleep with each other? Thats a bit...forced, right?"