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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 1:55 pm
As part of his training, Jamusyn was allowed to go with the Tithe caravan to Ista Weyr and help drop off the goods. His father's cousin, Asholdo, was going to let him drop off the Tithe list to the Head Woman and check the goods off. This made Jamusyn feel immensely important and try as he might, his head was swelled just slightly. The young man sat on the first cart of the caravan as it approached Ista Weyr.
He was with his second cousin, Onsauld, and the steward, Kalhden to drop off fabrics and grains. Asholdo's hold mainly dealt with grains and flax along with cotton. As they passed through Ista's main entrance, the caravan came to stop in the Bowl of the Weyr. What a big space! Of course, he had been here once before for the recent hatching. He shook his head, trying to chase that memory away. Sometimes, the sad creening and screeching of the blue still haunted his memory. Hazel eyes sought out the closest person and they landed on a drudge. "Good day there! I am Jamusyn and this is Onsauld and Kalhden. We are here from Lagaugh Hold with the quarterly tithings."
The drudge simply nodded and pointed to a larger entrance towards the center of the Bowl wall. Nodding his thanks, Jamusyn and Onsauld hopped down and left the caravan. They made their way to the entrance, hoping to find the Head Woman so they could turn in their list and record the drop off. "Hello, can someone help us? We are from Lagaugh Hold. We need to drop off our tithes, can someone find the Head Woman for us?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:28 pm
((OOC: Since we don't currently have an Head Woman set up, I'm going to leave her, or whatever figure is acting in that stead, as entirely an off screen character until we've got it set. That way it will prevent down the road contradictions))
((Mean time, S'kagi can make a brief cameo as tour-guide.))
Of the two nearby figures, the taller one, an man with black hair that partially concealed one side of his face, but not quite enough to hide the scars that peeked through.
"I'll take you where you need to go." He offered. "Does your companion need some food? R'ael can take him to the kitchens." he'd have invited them both, but trying to clear a path for one person through the crowds was going to be sufficiently obnoxious.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 5:42 pm
((sounds good to me. I couldn't remember if we had a Head Woman considering how many women we have as cooks and stuff in the lower caverns!!))
Jamusyn bowed, noticing the older man's shoulder knots. His own reflected his status as Steward for his own hold. Looking over at his cousin and the Steward, he licked his lips slightly at the smell of stew and freshly baked bread. Technically, all he had to do was give the list the Head Woman or the person in charge of storage. Onsauld gave him a smile and waved him off. "Don't worry. I don't think Da would mind if you explored the Weyr a little more. I know we left quickly after the hatching."
Jamusyn turned to the bronze rider. He looked for the one he called R'ael and noticed a blue rider off to the side. "I would be honored, sir, to have a meal at the Weyr. If we could just get someone to lead Onsauld and Kalhden to storage. We come bearing grains and clothes that are our part of the tithes. There is also flour for baking, which if my nose serves me right, you are putting to good use."
Turning to the blue rider, Jamusyn gave another, lesser bow. He wondered where Steward ranked within the dragonriders' world. Not really dwelling on the thought, he stepped forward. "Hello there, R'ael. I am Jamusyn from Nedethern Hold of Southern continent. I'm here, fostering. A pleasure to meet you. And you as well, bronze rider."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:21 am
"Likewise." S'kagi nodded politely to Jamusyn, though he only allowed the smile to affect the undamaged side of his face. Perhaps to keep the extent of the scars he was still hiding more vague. Faranth knew they could use the supplies, though he hoped that the trend of burnt bread, badly done laundry and such would soon subside. Tensions between the Weyr itself and the Holds were bad enough overall, which made this particular interaction only that much more important.
R'ael: Shorter and broader than S'kagi, actually turned slightly red, something he was actually fairly prone to doing, not used to being accorded any form of status yet.
"Nice to meet you Jaamusyn." R'ael, though blushing, broke into an bright expressive grin. "You must be starving. Is it a long trip?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:56 pm
"From my hold, definitely. From my cousin's hold, about half a day's journey by caravan. Which is why we are here so late in the afternoon." Jamusyn noticed the boy blushed and wondered if he was just shy or had another problem. It was best to ignore these things; after all, all riders deserved some small merit of respect, if not simply for the fact that they rode.
"I had some bread and cheese earlier but food is always appreciated. Though water or juice would be much nicer after a trip like that," the holder boy smiled back. Both riders seemed generally friendly and nothing like some of the rumors told by spiteful hill folk. "I am just a Steward in training, Bronze rider S'kagi. So it is only my duty to pass on the list of tithings. Onsauld and Kalhden are the real representatives."
He nodded at the two older men who had managed to find the Head Woman and were in deep conversation with her. Of course, with Thread technically due to fall within the next couple of Turns, Lagaugh Hold wanted Ista to know that they supported their weyr. "I was here for the last Hatching but we did not stay long as our boy did not Impress. And the event, it was my first, was rather..."
He trailed off unsure of how to finish.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 4:54 pm
"All the holders are valuable. We couldn't exist without them, even if the thread were falling now." S'kagi added, over his shoulder with one of his half smiles, as he escorted the others away.
"...It was pretty bad." R'ael added, of the last hatching, his huge smile vanishing at once. His face played out his emotions like a book. "I haven't been here my whole life, I've only see a handful of hatchings, but that one..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with a broad hand. "I hope I never see anything like it again." He admitted. "We should definitely have juice and water." He added, trying to change back to a happier topic. "And there's usually stew or rolls, if you'd like some." Later there might be something like bubbly pies or some other dish with fruit, but it seemed wiser to promise the kitchen staples, rather than disappoint.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 6:36 pm
Jamusyn listened to R'ael and realized that this one seemed to put his emotions on his sleeve. Or rather, face. It was most expressive and interesting to watch. He followed the blue rider who was leading him to the kitchens. "If I am still here for the next hatching, I hope it goes better. For all parties involved."
That seemed the appropriate statement to make. R'ael seemed about the same age as him, maybe a turn or so older. Jamusyn wondered if being bonded aged one or made them more mature. "Redfruit or citrus juice would be nice now. And stew. I love a hardy stew. One you have to eat not drink."
The closer they got to the kitchens, the better the air around him smelled.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 5:06 am
"If you can drink it, it's really more of 'soup, with bits of things' than Stew." R'ael noted, by way of his two marks on the matter. "They make a pretty good stew though, the Weyr is lucky to have a lot of good cooks.
And unlucky enough to have a few who apparently aren't so good, given what occasionally pops out of the kitchens, but that seems to be a more recent affair. This thought dovetails neatly with the girl he'd stood with on several occasions, the one who thought the gold-riders were all wrong... a thought that makes him frown again, if only briefly, like a flicker of heat lightning.
The kitchens do smell wonderful though, and he actually enjoys the sound of the bustle of people working there to make sure that things will be not only ready for the actual meals, but for anyone who's been working and needs to get a drink of something or a bowl of something.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:07 pm
Jamusyn laughed and clapped R'ael on his back. The rider was shorter than he was but stockier. Built similar to the beasts that pulled the caravans. "I like the way you think. I may need to steal away some of the weyr's cooks if I want a decent meal again. Granted, I ate well at my own hold but..."
He smiled and lowered his voice slightly. "My cousin's cooks may need to be told the difference between stew and soup. And if I am right, that is fresh bread I can practically taste in the air."
His eyes took in the sights of the Weyr that he hadn't seen last time at the hatching. Again, not a good time to think about... So Jamusyn moved onto a more acceptable topic. "Are you from the Weyr? Or were you Searched? I don't envy those who are Searched. I like the way my life is going now."
Not that this was said with any hatred or discrimination. Jamusyn was of firm mind that holders were just as important as the riders were... And who took care of the holders? Why the stewards did!
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 1:38 pm
"I was searched." He grinned, still bashful. "I was training to be a fisherman, like my father, at Nerat, but I was searched...and ... well. Here we are. Should be bread, every so often we're getting a burnt batch, but things have been so crazy..." He threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "It will work out. There's just a lot of people I think and so many candidates are like me, from the holds." There was a huge amount of adjustment, so it didn't entirely surprise him that it was hard for them to adjust. "...I didn't mind being searched. I didn't expect it but I didn't mind." He added. "Better than being harassed by my brothers forever... they took after my father..." he gestured vaguely to indicate height. "I didn't so much. More like my grandfather." he sighed, a little regretfully, gesturing at his own stocky frame.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:33 pm
Jamusyn made a thoughtful noise as he reflected what R'ael told him. He could only imagine that it was some sort of lifestyle, culture shock to go from hold or even craft life to life in the weyr. He wanted to ask all sorts of questions but thought they might be rude. Instead, he settled himself for the meal.
"A meal is a meal and a good one when offered with respect and friendship. With so many here now, I can imagine things are a little hectic." He nodded when the rider gestured at himself. "I suppose I take after my father? It is easy to tell that my brothers and I are all related. Though I have been told I have my mother's eyes. Be proud of where you came from, I have heard that many times."
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