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 Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 3:52 pm
Silbakor sat on his elegant black stallion. The beast pawed delicately at the earth beneath his feet. Light reins keep the stallion calm and still. Coal grey eyes evaluate the buildings of Trine Weyr that had loomed ever closer these past few days. Looking up, he sees dragons, blue, green, brown, flying into and out of the Weyr.
His attention returns back to the caravan as it begins to pass him and enter the Weyr proper. His sister gives a brief wave to him as she drives her wagon past. For some reason he could not place his finger on a feeling of unease had been building within him. Was it the weyr itself or something else? Like that damned message.
With a shake of his head to call him back to his duty Silbakor falls in at the end of the caravan. They had reached the Weyr and would be able to rest for a few days. The sight of the old familiar spot where they always parked soothed him slightly. Only after all the wagons had stopped and unhitching had begun did he dismount his stallion. Leading the black boy to Optheli's wagon to tether him; a quick walk assured him all was proceeding normally. Next to find the caravan master himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:28 am
A blur of silver headed out of the cavernours Weyr, somthing clasped in its claws. Whizzing past (very close) the traders in his escapse.
"ZEVRAAAA!" Yelled Farellen, yet again his flit had messed up his bed and hidden his things, this time he'd flown off with something and he chased the flit out of the Weyr, almsot crashing into (by the knots on his shoulder) a trader. "s...sorry, gotta get him" farellen apologised hastily, when suddenly Zevra decided to perch atop a nearby wagon. "c'mon Zerva, i'll get you some fresh meat if you just bring that back" he tried to convince the flit "er...he's not usually this bad" he said to the trader, grinning sheepishly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:53 am
Silbakor hears several traders exclaim in surprise and mild anger. He turns just in time to sense something small and blue wiz by close over his head. Distracted by the flit, he barely had time to dodge a boy chasing after him. He frowned after the lad. Didn't the Weyr teach manners? He would guess the flit was still young and the boy's inexperience lead to this rebellion. "S'alright lad."
He follows the boy to the wagon were the flit had decided was a good place to sit. After observing for a short while he grins. "So what did he make off with?" In a way it amused him that the flit would be so bold.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:33 pm
Farellen swore mentally, *great, first impression is that i'm clumsy and unable to train a flit* he thought sighing "i'm not too sure Mister, he wont show me, nor will he give whatever it is back" he said grimly "he's usually well behaved, but i think maybe another flit got him annoyed and he decided to mess with my things in an tantrum" he explained "he.. he doesn't much like other flits, specially since they arrived"
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:55 pm
Silbakor was curious now. What would a flit think was worthwhile to steal? He chuckles when the boy suggests the flit is having a tantrum. "Just like a little uh? Did you consider to stop and look for something that should have been in plain sight is missing?" He tilts his head. "Or simply act as if you don't care what he has?"
He observes the blue of a moment longer. "Never head of one that don't like the others. Suppose that could be problematic in its own way. I'm Journeyman Silbakor of the Camrann Caravan. Who're you?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 6:32 am
Farellen shrugged "nothing was in plain sight anymore, before i had time to check i had to chase him down" he said, mulling over the traders suggestion "ok lets try ignoring him?" he said smiling, turning his back on the flit, leaning on the wagon.
When the trader said he'd never heard of one not liking others, Farellen laughed "well he just HAS to be different, but it's harder to keep him from lashing out now that there are so many strange flits around, pesky things" he said, mentioning them in a round about way. "I'm Farellen, Candidate and Weyrbrat of Trine Weyr" he said proudly to the trader "so what brings you to Trine on this fine day?" he asked, when suddenly a small group of Benden healer flits showed up, taking interest in the trader wagon "Damn Benden" he muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:38 pm
Amused, Silbakor follows the lad's lead and turns his back to the blue flit. "Alright. So how long have you had him?" He waves off curious traders as they start to approach. From the corner of his eye he checks the flit without appearing to do so.
"Of course he does. They all want to fell special." He chuckles. "Well met Farellen. Going to be standing at the Hatching then I presume?" Silbakor grins, fairly sure he's right. "Well trading for the main part. But the Hatching if we're still around for it." Who wouldn't miss an opportunity to see a hatching?
"Benden? They're here?" The tone of his voice says he's not pleased to see them. He looks around for people then notices the flits after looking up. "How long they been here Farellen? And what do they want?" While maybe Farellen wasn't the highest ranking member here, kids did have the opportunity to overhear the adults talking.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 4:35 am
(psst Zevra is a silver flit)
"not that long, he's still growing actually" replied Farellen with a slight shrug, watching the other traders go on by. "He thinks he's special cause he's an atype, i dont know why, i've never treated him different from any othe colour, i still think they're just useful pests" he chuckled.
He nodded "yeah, i've not seen many but every Hatching is great, you HAVE to stay!" he said with conviction, before wincing, the trader had heard his muttered comment about Benden. His jaw clenched slightly "they've been here a while now, more and more damned Benden healers recently too, there was just one before" he said, barely supressing how annoyed he was. "i haven't the slightest clue what they're doing, but their sharding flits are everywhere and they dont give the mothers on the sands much peace" Hoping that the trader could shed some light on things, he'd heard the Traders knew quite alot, even things they weren't supposed to know either.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 6:32 pm
(Omg I have no idea how I got blue out of silver. XD Sorry. Assume blue=silver.)
Silbakor glances at the kid. "Well, I've head the atypes need a special extra little care when they're young. Maybe that's why. Or because there are so few of them." He nods, "I think its good you don't treat him differently though."
The young man laughs. "You have my word! If we're still at the weyr when the Hatching comes time we'll be watching. I know my sister is most excited about it." He gives a sly wink to the lad. "I believe the caravan master intends to linger until the hatching."
Silbakor turns his eyes thoughtfully on the flits. Maybe what he'd heard might bare some looking into after all. "I can imagine that'd make things difficult for the dragons." He nods, "say maybe you've heard something that could help me out. You're right about flits being useful pests. Have you heard anything about Benden Weyr boycotting Trine goods?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 3:35 am
(no problem M)
Farellen smiled, Zevra had started chittering, annoyed that he was being ignored. "Yeah, atypes do need a heck of alot of care, it's a good job that i found his egg really, he was unusually in a wild flit clutch" he said, continuing to ignore the flit.
He snorted when the trader mentioned about Benden making it difficult for the dragons "Difficult isn't the word for it Sir" he said bitterly. His eyes flew wide open "Boycotting our goods?! that's ridiculous! whyever would they do that, i know that out atypes are frowned on but to go so far as that?!" he said, outraged "but no, i hadn't heard about that" he grumbled.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 9:15 pm
"Really? A wild clutch eh? I'd say he was very lucky to hatch at all then, and maybe should show a little more respect." A smirk crosses his lips, hidden as his back is to the flit, as he hears the little creature heap vocal remissions upon them. "It's good of you to take such good care of him. I bet he'll grow into a beautiful boy someday." He gives Farellen a wink.
Silbakor nods sympathetically. After all it was the weyrbrats who had to put up mostly with the irritated mothers during hatching. He gives a sigh, "I know. It doesn't make sense. Particularly Benden's non-interferance policy with hold business. Say, could you keep your ears open for me? If you happen to hear anything on that send your little flit with a note to me maybe?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:24 pm
Zevra had enough, he jumped up and dissapeared Between, presumably to take hatever he'd stolen back, since it was no longer getting him any attention.
Farellen sighed, it seemed that apart from rumour, the trader knew no more than he about the reason behind Benden's prescence at Trine Weyr. "yes i take care of him, though at first, it was upon pain of tickling by a friend if i shirked in anything with him" he chuckled a little.
"i guess i could let you know Sir, and likewise if you hear anything, though knowing Zev' you'd better send a Gold or a Bronze if there are any at your wagons" he said with a shrug "it was nice to meet you sir, i hope to see you in the stands while i'm standing?" he asked.
(i think this just about wraps this up? you can make an ending post if you want?
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 2:42 pm
Silbakor hears the flit take off and smiles. Well it seemed to have worked for now. With a look at the boy, he only hoped it continued to work or he found another way. One could always hope the flit grew out of it.
"That is good to hear." He chuckles, "that's what friends are for."
He sighs, "unfortunately neither my sister or I have flits. And I don't know of any in the caravan. It'd be much appreciated." He gives a nod to Farellen. "Don't worry, I find something out I'll find a way to slip you a note. I am a trader after all." Silbakor gives a wink and grin. "I would be delighted if you saw me in the stands, but don't let that take away from where your attention should be. Those eggs. We'll be rooting for you."
He gives a final nod and strolls off to rejoin his caravan.
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