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Author Topic: Event The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event  (Read 3803 times)

Offline Halirina

The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« on: August 31, 2017, 06:00:52 PM »

It hadn’t been Halirina’s idea, not initially. Her damned aides had been mumbling to themselves some weeks past about how nice it would be to have something of a gather of old. A nice get together to celebrate the harvesting of the crops around the weyr and the minor surplus they had in some areas. The fact that the fishers had managed to find a different source of meat from the water certainly helped, even if the large sharpfish, as they were calling them, fought back.

That’s what they had dragons for.

So Halirina had somewhat reluctantly allowed her aides to go forth with the planning. Encouraging the crafts to come up with some sort of booth or game, as they had before, and the weyrfolk to dress up as the Harpers would be encouraged to play music throughout the day.

Keeping the plan for the Gather under wraps lasted all about three days before news of it broke throughout the weyr. They only had a week. Each craft was going to try and do something surrounding their hall. The Fishers had created a game of ‘fishing’, where the useless marks could be spent so anyone could dip a terribly simple fishing pole behind a sheet and see what they might catch. Certainly more for the children that might visit, as the fish pulled up were more shells and the like gathered on the beach but they were quite pretty.

The Weavers were using left over or botched dyes to offer to paint silly, swirling patterns on people’s faces, arms, etc. Whatever they’d like to feel ‘fancy’ or fun for the Gather. For older children or adults, it would cost a useless mark.

The Healers had opted to set up a booth to provide aid for the event, as they usually did, but they were also offering to teach others some basics of bandage wrapping. Practical as always, though they’d turned it into an odd game of seeing who could fully wrap their partner the fastest and earn a mark to be spent elsewhere if they won – like the fishing game or the painting at the weavers.

The Smiths and Miners had hauled up large rocks, with the help of their whers, as tests of strength. Anyone that could crack the various rocks they’d brought up would be given a mark. Others that couldn’t would be promptly laughed away from the booth.

The Beast craft had actually put together runner races. With five of their runners in great shape, they’d painstakingly taken the time to mark off a race track of sorts and would be allowing bets to be placed as they ran races all day.

Then there was the food provided by the weyrfolk kitchen staff and the farmers. While it might not be too much, they had certainly outdone themselves. Trying out as many new recipes as there were old, cooking up all manner of meats – chicken, rabbit, wherry, fish, and sharpfish – all of which had been seasoned and prepared in a myriad of ways thanks to the efforts of Jungle Wing and the herbalists.

Seeing it all come together in the days leading up to the event actually had Halirina excited. Having the people of the weyr come together for something that, though functionally useless, boosted morale so much was heartening. Everyone that helped to set up was granted fifteen marks by the weyr, not like it mattered, to get them started in the various games and betting, while everyone else that arrived had 10 to spend. They could always get more bartering or the like with the various crafthalls, all of which had some products on display. Tools, clothes, hides, whatever extra they might spare that might catch someone’s eye.

Not true shops, like a Gather in the past, but it was still… well, a party. Especially once, as it was about to start around 9am, the Harpers were finally set up and began to play music. There was a spot cleared in front of their ‘booth’ so anyone could dance to the tunes they played, though the music reached across the weyrbowl.

Halirina arrived with her aides just as it began, with the day off for everyone having already been announced. She could feel their satisfaction radiating off of them and, she supposed, they’d earned it. it was a good idea and maybe, just maybe, go some distance in repairing some rough relations that had existed.

Spoiler for OOC:
OOC thread here :3
Anyone can decide if they’re just arriving to have fun. If you are, you get 10 marks from the weyr to play around with. If you decide your character had a hand setting things up, you get 15 marks between duties to play with stuff.

For the map,
1 . Fisher’s fishing game – mostly for kids, they win shells and other pretties from the beach. 1 mark.
2. Weaver’s Painting – Anyone can get something painted on them. Not permanently, obvious. 1 mark.
3. Healer’s Wrap Game – While you can learn some bandage skills, you can also compete in fours – 2 ppl vs 2ppl to see who can wrap up one person the fastest. 1 mark to participate, winner gets 2 marks.
4. Miner/Smith Strength Test – 1 Mark to swing a pick axe to break one of their big rocks.
5. Harper’s Dance – They’ll be playing music all day. Snag a partner and dance away.
6. Runner’s Bets & Farmer’s Food – There will be Runner’s races all day. At this ‘booth’ is where you can bet marks on the various runners racing – Copper, Lady, Survivor, Coal, and Slick. Beast craft members will be managing bets. Also here are all the various food stuffs that the weyr has put together. 1 mark a plate so no one overstuffs themselves, though children eat free.
7. Knife Throwing Competition - A booth put together by the enterprising Weyrlingmaster Assistants C'ren, Wa'by, and W'um. Targets set at varying degrees worth different points. Competitors get three knives to get as many points - three competitors at a time. 1 mark to play, winner gets bragging rights and their mark back.


« Last Edit: October 02, 2018, 12:49:06 PM by SirAlahn »

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Offline Nieve

Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #1 on: September 01, 2017, 06:39:42 AM »
Blade Masters

The booth had innocent intentions. Bits of bad wood, discarded and saved from the fire pits, were lined up on the outskirts of the gather. There were a few other odds and ends objects there, too, hay bales and some roughly human-shaped pieces of leather pinned and posted up for target. A table was set in front of them and displayed a variety of knives. Most were of the cooking variety, great big cleavers and finer paring blades, but here and there were more sophisticated remnants of old times. Dueling might be outlawed these days but the weapons still existed. The idea was to see if anyone, mainly the riders, retained any of their skill. It quickly became a gathering spot for onlookers, especially those that weren’t fond of lingering in the more active areas of the event.

Nieve was just here for the knives, though.

She’d been hovering around the main table long enough to get the attention of one of the men that were lording over the equipment, making sure it was being handled well and that people were being safe. After she gave a demonstration of her own skill (for every drudge knows their way around a knife, whether for disassembling a wherry or.. otherwise) he invited her to help out. The crowd was growing and she had a keen pair of eyes.

The girl took up station, feeling very important. Today she wasn’t just a drudge, she was earning respect and was playing the part of a confident woman. She was certainly getting a few looks, though probably because she hadn’t bathed in a few days.

Lovely, her firelizard, was acting guard over the blades. The queen knew that an exchange had to be made before her hoard was released and she hissed at anyone that tried to test otherwise.

“Come one, come all!” Nieve said. She was rarely loud, but today her voice sang clear. “Place your bets now! Who among you thinks they can let their daggers fly true?”

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Hope this is okay :D @Inki @Kyya @CatTiff,

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #2 on: September 01, 2017, 06:13:00 PM »
Everything was so exciting. Inanna had been born and raised a dragonrider, her sister had been the only one to break the chain, and yet, she felt a keen sense of kinship with everyone, dragonrider, holder or crafter. They were all people, all citizens of Pern or however you want to say it, so seeing an event like this, put on by the Weyrleadership whom she respected greatly, just made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Cianna was still young, and so would probably only be overstimulated by the hustle and bustle of such an event, so Inanna had left the child in the capable hands of the creche women who raised her, but had brought her son Ingor with her this time. The 6 turn old would probably get sick of his mother soon enough, and want to go off and play with all his creche friends, but Inanna didn't mind. It was the nature of the creche after all, children weren't beholden and coddled by their parents, they were raised reasonably independent of everyone.

"Hey you wanna go get our faces painted by the Weavers?" And she pointed a finger across the Weyrbowl to where she saw their tent set up. Bright eyes shined up at her and she grinned in response. "I'll race you, three, two," and the boy took off, the cheeky little thing he was, "Hey no fair." She said grinning, and took off at a slightly slower pace than what would require her to win.

When they arrived, Ingor took charge. "I wanna be a dragon." He said excitedly to the closest Weaver to the two of them.

"You want to be a dragon, please." Inanna corrected.

"Yeah yeah, please."

Spoiler for Hidden:
Just a little introductory thing for a Weaver at the facepainting booth to pick up. You can powerplay Ingor as you see fit, he's just a cheeky outspoken little 6 year old.
So I didn't include this in the post and I'm dumb, but she's wearing fancy clothes, really nice top, and awesomely tailored fancy pants.
« Last Edit: September 01, 2017, 06:27:16 PM by Inanna »

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #3 on: September 01, 2017, 06:25:54 PM »
Galleweyne had been nearly as excited to learn about the Gather as he had been about the wild silkworms in the old Weaver Hall at Southern Boll. The practice had largely fallen away by the time he would have been old enough to remember them, and though they were something he’d heard about from the older members of his family, Galle had never thought he’d actually get to be a part of one. Even if this was of a slightly different form than the ones that had existed before the Pass—this one was uniquely theirs. It would be a new tradition all their own. Of that he was determined.

And when the Weavers had bandied around ideas for their own Hall’s booth, and finally settled on face painting with otherwise useless dyes, Galle had been even more thrilled, and had quickly signed up as one of those willing to do the honors. Drawing or sketching wasn’t something he’d done in a long time, since he’d first learned how to draw out patterns on wax tablets as an apprentice, but it was a skill he hadn’t lost. And getting the chance to paint on people, and get them as full and covered in color as his own hands usually were, sounded way too fun to miss out on.

So he’d been out there early, helping to set up, and eager to pull the first shift of face painting. He’d get his own chance to visit the other booths later, but for now he was more than happy to see who would step up for turns at having patterns drawn on them. With a dye-stained apron thrown on over his clothes, Galle very much looked the part.

Galle turned a brilliant smile to the little boy that all but ran up to him, and leaned down with his hands on his knees to be closer to the kid’s height. “A dragon? I think we can do that, since you asked so nicely.” He winked at the pretty woman who had to be the boy’s mother and then looked back to the boy. “What color do you want to be?”

Bronze would be the hardest to achieve, but Galle was determined that he’d make even that work if requested.

Spoiler for OOC:
@Inki Watch me jump on this because yeessss.
« Last Edit: September 01, 2017, 06:57:45 PM by Galleweyne »

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #4 on: September 01, 2017, 06:56:51 PM »
Having been with the Healers for most of her time, there was no way she hadn't known this was coming. But still, Sayel was beyond excited. She got to take her son and go do things, and no one would look at her strangely. So when it was time for the Gather, Sayel had gone to get her son.

Selhan was as excited as her, his dark hair going everywhere, no matter what she did to it, and equally dark eyes (her own) sparkling with the excitement that she felt. Dressed as well as could be expected in a light long sleeved dress, the blue fabric managing to not be too hot, but covering her arms. Sayel had hated long sleeves as a younger woman, but now, she found the necessary. Hid the things she didn't want to deal with. Her son was dressed in darker blue, and black pants.

Sitting on Sayel's shoulder as they made their way to the Weyrbowl, was the dark gold Shadow. The flit was preening as she'd been heavily oiled and she and her friend, her bonded, were going to enjoy themselves.

Sayel let her son lead, keeping his hand in hers. She was smiling as the smells of food, and the sounds of people drawing her on. Sayel was excited. She didn't think anything could change her mood. Not today. Today was about herself, Shadow and Selhan, and anyone else could go suck an egg.

Her son lead them to the fishing game, and she gave the mark for her son to enjoy himself. She'd allotted him three marks. If she wanted to buy anything for them, she'd keep the seven. She had no plans on betting. She'd never come out on top on that one. She would keep her son occupied and she'd enjoy herself.

She stood off to the side as Selhan moved in to play his game, obviously excited, obviously wanting to win. The former healer was pleased with the excitement coming from her son. He was happy. The dark blue clad had her arms wrapped around herself and she watched her son, her gold flit doing her best impression of necklace and pauldron. She was alright not being actively in her five year old son's view. He was smart, and if he won something (she hadn't seen a child not walk away with something) he'd find her and show her. Until then, she'd watch.

Spoiler for Hidden:
@Spiffy I hope this is ok. Just wanted to throw her at him, subtly

Offline I'ryn

Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #5 on: September 01, 2017, 07:27:17 PM »
I'ryn had been given ferrying duties that morning. Syrilth was a bronze, which meant he could carry more people at once than other dragons, so the dragonpair had flashed between the Mine Hall and the weyr several times that morning. He kept an easy banter with his passengers, introducing the children to his dragon (who graciously let them pet his head) and wishing everyone a fun time at the gather that day.

When he was finally relieved of people to carry, I'ryn brought himself to the gather with a spring in his step. He had never truly lived one of these, but the idea of a gather was a great memory in the collective mind of Pern. They signified easier times and relaxation, a day for everyone to have fun. Sometimes he felt like he forgot what fun truly was.

Syrilth excused himself to the higher points in the weyr with plans to sun himself all day. I'ryn found himself a place near the harpers' booth. The fisher's booth, while fun, was definitely geared towards the younger crowd. He knew he didn't stand a chance at the miners' game of breaking rocks. The weavers' booth was also appealing, but I'ryn wouldn't even know what to ask for as an image. Instead, he settled himself near the music.

Offline S'ric

Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #6 on: September 01, 2017, 09:19:45 PM »
The idea of a Gather didn’t interest S’ric. He and Dakrith would’ve been happier to do laps around the Weyrbowl as ‘punishment’ for not attending, and he seriously contemplated the alternative. What did he care about craft booths and wares? Silly games didn’t really draw his attention, so he wandered the Gather with his eyes glazed over, barely paying anyone any mind. He really, really didn’t care. Especially since Dakrith wasn’t tailing him.

The Black wasn’t as tall as S’ric, not yet, but he would be taller than some of the people gathered and certainly long enough he was starting to take up too much space. As such, he’d been banished to the fringes of the Gather. A huffing, red eyed monster that eyed the crowd with irritable hunger. They were between him and his bonded, after all, so he tore at the ground and hissed at anyone that got too close.

//Don’t bite anyone,// S’ric said for the tenth time since he’d started his lap of the Gather. Dakrith could do some real damage now, as S’ric’s bandaged wrist, side, and calf would attest. The bastard, when in a mood, could be mean. //Go find another dragon to… play with. Someone as big as you.// Hopefully that’d stop Dakrith from hurting them too much.

Hurry up and be done with this stupid Gather, the Black snapped back but looked around for someone to mess with, as he’d been instructed. It was better than tearing at the ground.

S’ric was about to return to his dragon until something caught his attention. Daggers? Knives? S’ric’s gray eyes sought out the source of the commotion and his feet, invariably, had him in front of the knife throwing booth. They… they were really going to let him throw knives? Of an assortment that had his palms itching and his focus sharpening with interest.

He didn’t really care to show off. What he did want to do was bury a blade in something. Anything. Sanctioned was certainly better than not. He slipped a mark on the surface, eyed the loud mouth woman that had called his attention in the first place, and coolly asked, “What do I need to do to throw as many blades as possible?” Games were often beyond S’ric so, cutting to the chase, seemed the best way to be about it.

Dakrith huffed, knowing he’d just lost his Rider.

Spoiler for OOC:

@Drewliet 8D yay knives

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #7 on: September 01, 2017, 11:00:31 PM »
T’ghen wasn’t really the sort to… mingle. So when the Weyrlingmasters had told them that they were essentially required to attend the Gather, he hadn’t necessarily been the most enthused. He understood, from a political sort of view, that it was likely meant to encourage better relationships between all those who lived on Fort Island. But what would it really fix? Just a shiny veneer over the grumblings and tensions that still ran strong between them and showed no sign of abating with time.

It’s meant to be fun, his traitorous dragon had told him once T’ghen had ceded to his demands for an explanation, and described to the Black what a Gather was supposed to be like. The fact that this would be somewhat different hadn’t dissuaded Sinestath any, who was happy enough for an opportunity to be outside and not just working on their bond. Surely you know how to have fun.

//This isn’t my idea of it,// he’d told him, but the lanky dragon had just crowed his amusement and declared, quite decisively, We’re going whether you want to or not.

What had ultimately won him over was Sinestath’s sly and leading question that, Isn’t this historic, T’ghen, if even humans barely remember the last one? And if there’s one thing, T’ghen didn’t like, it was being manipulated. But he had to admit that his bonded was right. He might not be a Printer anymore, and surely there would be others there to document the goings-on for posterity… but he still saw it as his duty, in a sense. Even if no one else would hold him to that standard.

So they were going.

Sinestath himself had been less amused when he realized that he couldn’t really accompany T’ghen into the press of the crowd. Though he was barely a few months old, he was already too long to not be in the way, and scarcely a third of a meter shorter than T’ghen himself—which was no small feat, given his rider’s own height. Convincing the Black that he couldn’t just push through all the crowds anyway had been something of an undertaking. Only reluctantly had Sinestath deferred to his rider’s wishes and remained at the edge of the Gather, craning his long neck as high as he could in an attempt to see everything, and to follow T’ghen’s progress as he slowly… ‘mingled’.

And, tangentially, had looked for a way to entertain himself, which had T’ghen growling faintly under his breath when he felt Sinestath’s attention get snagged by something nearby. Never a good sign. Particularly not when he seemed so pleased with himself.

Sidling up to Dakrith—whose aggression by this point had earned him a certain reputation, but which didn’t dissuade Sinestath in the slightest—he hummed a challenge that was just this side of playful at the other Black weyrlling. You look like you need something to do too. No matter how much bigger Dakrith might be, Sinestath was determined he’d win a wrestling match between them.

Suspiciously, T’ghen shot at him, //What are you doing?//

Having fun.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #8 on: September 01, 2017, 11:29:18 PM »
Though it was being put on by the Weyr, even Ophy had to admit that they knew their audience. How long had anyone on Pern been to a proper Gather? They’d long ago gone the way of so many other formerly common facets to life—certain types of animals, all the other settlements, and regular access to certain delights. So though he was naturally somewhat wary of anything to do with dragon riders at all, it had taken little convincing for him to decide on going—especially when he’d learned that Tavianna, Notkerric, and the rest of their family would be attending.

Ophyonis had never been the sort of man to care about appearances, and he certainly hadn’t bothered to when he was still part of his old boss’ gang. But since joining the Peacekeepers, and since starting to work for Tavianna, those things had mattered a little more. He still needed to be the sort of person that could knife someone in the dark and take care of the evidence, but along with the new perks had come the responsibility of not besmirching their reputation either.

So fine. He’d gone. Even dragged Domni along, though she was typically nervous about being around so many people.

And, though it had been a decision neither one of them had particularly relished, he’d left Ophysk at the Mine Hall. There wouldn’t be much reason for him to go, and one less large beast in what would already be a crowded location was probably for the best. The Bronze might naturally be docile and rather easy-going, but tight spaces weren’t his thing, and neither was screaming; and no doubt, there would be yelling and screeching. So Ophysk had settled into a rare long nap during the day while his handler was away.

Partly out of habit, Ophy had elected to do a circuit of the grounds before committing to any one thing; it was always smart to know the lay of the land, as it were, even if he didn’t anticipate there would be any major altercations today. The Weyr seemed too committed to playing nice for that.

The Farmers’ food looked promising, and so did the chance of betting on the runners. How fucking long had it been since there’d been anything to bet on? Riders had their damn Bet before each Hatching, but that was invite-only, and Ophy wouldn’t have gone even if he ever was. But something like this? It felt more like home, more normal, and he was determined to at least try to make good on his bets. But they had all day, and he wasn’t in a rush, with Domni on his arm as he led her around.

Other booths were less interesting to him—the one the Fishers had seemed more geared toward children or people who liked pretty trinkets, and he had no interest in having things painted on his face. But when a tiny girl with a deceptively loud voice started shouting about daggers, that caught his attention right quick.

This was something he could get on board with.

Slipping his arm out of Domni’s, Ophy directed her to one side, out of the way, and told her firmly to stay put. Only then did he slide a mark to the hawker, briefly eying the man that had stepped up in front of him. Whatever form this took, he wanted in on it. “This a single person game, or a competition?” He’d wait his turn if the former. If the latter… even better. He’d relish the practice and an opponent both.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #9 on: September 02, 2017, 12:26:51 AM »
Funny how life plays out. S’ric happened to find something that pulled him thoroughly from Dakrith’s restlessness, so he wasn’t keenly aware when his dragon likewise found something – or someone – to play with.

Dakrith was, at the best of times, a social creature. He didn’t like that S’ric wanted to spend all of his time in tunnels, cramped in their weyr. Rather, he enjoyed conversing with, and wrestling with, the other dragons. The bigger the better. A fellow Black was simply the best. Sinestath was almost the same size as Dakrith too, though far lankier in build. Where Dakrith had always been, from the moment he hatched, a thick creature this other Black was… well.

Not.

But that didn’t bother Dakrith at all. He didn’t judge. Not like that. So when Sinestath positively hummed at him, it was no effort at all for Dakrith to swing all his red-eyed focus to the other Black. The red of his eyes bled into a brilliant blue-green of good humor and excitement rather quickly though. I’m thinking our bonded are having all the fun, he crooned in kind, and that was all the warning Sinestath got before the other Black was on him. Pouncing with a small roar for good measure.

Dakrith, contrary to when he fought S’ric, wasn’t trying to maim Sinestath. Rather, he just wanted to pin the wiry dragonet and show, through sheer force, that he was the stronger, the better of the pair.

All in good fun.

S’ric was oblivious to all of it. His dragon could’ve been wreaking havoc and trampling babies, and he’d never have known as soon as the stranger sauntered up and placed a mark next to his. Even if it wasn’t a competition, it had become one immediately. S’ric recognized a fellow… predator… when he met one. Be it the lithe sureness of the way he held himself or the wiry set of his jaw, S’ric couldn’t say what it was, but he wanted to beat this man.

In every sense of the word. Brutally.

Outwardly, there was a minute tensing of S’ric’s jaw and a setting of his shoulders. He didn’t need to straighten, S’ric didn’t usually walk with a hunch. Not since impressing. Since S’ric was generally taller than most he encountered, there was some pleasure in looking down at the man. In that, S’ric felt confident that if he absolutely wanted to, he could beat him in an actual fight. Even if there was a keen edge to the man that told S’ric he’d seen his fair share of fights.

And that mattered to S’ric.


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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #10 on: September 02, 2017, 01:34:45 AM »
Inanna's smile widened at the wink she received from the Weaver Ingor had accosted. Oh, he's cute.

Cremath! Her rider chastised her, but it wasn't as if she wasn't thinking the exact same thing. He looked to be about her age, but beyond approximation Inanna couldn't tell any further, and he was definitely cute as Cremath had so blatantly noted. With a stained smock thrown over his clothes, Inanna could imagine how colourful he would look by the end of the day.

"I wanna be a bronze. Like my father." Inanna smiled down at the boy, and reached down to help him up onto a stool, but he squirmed away from her hands and scrambled up onto the high-chair himself. The green rider caught a brief flash of an apologetic look from her son thrown in her direction, as if to say 'Sorry, but I want to look grown up in front of these people.' So she narrowed her eyes at him only briefly in chastisement before softening it with a smile.

B'gor, Ingor's father, had never exactly been the creche co-parent that Inanna had wanted in a Weyrmate. Which is why they have never really gone further than their first child together, among other issues. But Inanna had never hidden who Ingor's father was, nor said a wrong word against him in front of her son. Let him make up his own mind as he grows.

"Do you think you should introduce yourself?" Inanna prompted her son.

"Oh! Yes, I'm Ingor. This is my mother Inanna. And I would like to be a bronze dragon, please." Inanna couldn't help but let out a tinkling sort of laugh at her son's seriousness. Obviously he was very intent on this man liking him and therefore doing a good job.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #11 on: September 02, 2017, 06:51:51 AM »
That didn’t take long. A few contenders had descended upon the table and Lovely flared her wings in both warning and welcome. Her pale hide looked dull alongside so many freshly cleaned and sharpened blades, but her threat was no less real. Nieve ducked back to the table, eyeing both of the taller men. One she recognized from the hatching, and she was quite glad that his dragon didn’t accompany him over. The other was more of a mystery, although nagging memories from Fort Hold threatened to come to the surface. That affirmed that he was likely some holder and if appearances were anything to judge by, he was of the unkind variety.

S’ric’s question, blunt as it was, was answered quickly. “One mark gets you three daggers, three throws. If you’d like to spend them all, well,” she glanced to see what the weyrling teachers were up to, “we’ll see. Maybe if you’re good you can get some freebies in.”

To the second man, Nieve nodded. She found she didn’t want to make eye contact with either of them for too long, so she set her attention on Lovely. “Up to three can ‘play’ at once. Whoever scores the most points wins, and you also earn your mark back.” The little queen hissed out some kind of affirmation, as though the firelizard herself would be counting points.

She’d wait for them to offer their marks before commanding the flit to stand down so they could pick their blades. Once that was settled, Nieve added, “I’ll give five of my own marks to whoever wins.” She knew she’d be spending much of the day here, and it was more fun to watch rivalries form than participate in them herself.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #12 on: September 02, 2017, 05:52:48 PM »
Are you a good dancer?

One of the best.

The Green weyrling pair were in good spirits. This month marked Tilioth’s ninth, which meant soon they’d be able to begin flight training together, finally. As if to prove her capabilities, Tilioth was taking advantage of any open space in which she could stretch her wings. The dance floor was one such space, although the disapproving glares of the harpers had C’dus reeling her in. This is supposed to be a day off, I don’t think they like you exercising.

The Green coolly levelled a stare at the offending persons, but then tucked her wings up. They only wish their instruments could fly like me. She sulked off to the side of the area and fell heavily to the ground. She was a bigger Green, not necessarily bulky but nothing to be scoffed at. Her exceptionally long tail trailed dangerously out and away from her form in quiet rebellion.

C’dus was lounging like a prince off to the side, too. He was fully decked out in a collection of dangly necklaces, bracelets, and sashes tied and draped over his lanky self. He’d been at the face painter’s earlier and was sporting a series of stars along his left jawline. Given his restrictions as weyrling, he wasn’t exactly looking for any kind of sensual dance partner, but it was still fun to watch. The only disappointment was that it was early still and people seemed to be waiting until later to gather around the harpers.

He heckled people, instead, that might be near enough and unfortunate enough to catch his attention. His favorite targets were mild looking holder girls, most of whom blushed bright pink and clung to their chaperones and then hurried off, lest they be tainted by his lewdness.

That’s a bit rude, don’t you think? His dragon had been watching and listening as usual.

You’re rude. He shot back, humor in his tone.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #13 on: September 03, 2017, 01:57:04 AM »
So what shall we do first?

Q'ellan was curious about a day like today. It was obviously political seen as how enthusiastically they had been encouraged to attend. So enthusiastically it almost sounded like an order that they all be seen in a good light. But he didn't necessarily think it was a bad thing to be political about peace. Things had been tumultuous, and if they were going to have to continue working together, perhaps this was indeed the best way forward.

I'd like to go watch something. But you can pick. Throughout their first months together, Q had realised how perfectly matched they were. Neither particularly needed to be social and start conversation, and both were happy enough to watch and observe. This apparently, would be no different.

How about the Mine booth then? It would be interesting to see who would put themselves up for such a task. Especially given the possibility for failure. But perhaps some of them didn't consider failure an option? Either way, Q'ellan was curious, and even if Ooromoth got bored, he always seemed to be happy enough to find other ways to occupy his time.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #14 on: September 03, 2017, 01:23:24 PM »
The initial red in Dakrith’s gaze hadn’t frightened Sinestath any—he couldn’t remember ever feeling frightened in the entirety of his short life—but it had been disappointing. Much like his brother, the lanky Black was a social dragon that made no bones about the fact that he didn’t like his rider’s own antisocial tendencies. Particularly with fellow Reds and Blacks, Sinestath would much rather get to know them, befriend them, and encourage them with a sort of cheerful spite when the rest of the world seemed against them. So for the moment that he thought Dakrith wasn’t partial to his overtures, he’d felt let down.

But that brief flash of negativity vanished in an instant when the bigger male’s eyes shifted unmistakably to the blue-green tones of humor and excitement. Are we sure they know how to have proper fun anyway? he teased. He didn’t know what S’ric was doing, of course, but he knew that Dakrith’s rider tended to avoid people as much as his own did. So it was a fair guess.

His playful question bubbled into actual telepathic laughter when, with no warning, Dakrith launched himself at him. Sinestath answered his roar with one of his own, deep and brassy but not actually aggressive. Rather, it was a challenge all in competitive good fun. T’ghen might be a stick in the mud, but at least Dakrith was not.

Thinner as he was, made up so much of neck, tail, and wings, Sinestath went down easily under the other Black’s considerable bulk. But he was far from being out of the ‘fight’ already, twisting beneath Dakrith’s weight to flip and twine around him, squirming away from the place he’d just been, and even pushing at his opponent with his forepaws. He’d not purposefully seek to injure his clutchmate, but they were both big creatures with sharp teeth and claws—if one of them drew ichor, he felt confident it would only be part of the game and not with malicious intent nor offense. So Sinestath lashed out with his large wings, seeking to knock Dakrith off balance so he could leap out from under him.

The sound of two dragons roaring at each other, babies though they might be, was unmistakable, and drew more attention than just T’ghen’s. But where others might seem concerned at the sight of two Black dragonets fighting one another, he just scowled in Sinestath’s direction and sighed through his nose. //You’re going to get yourself hurt.// A faint hint of resentment there, even, though the weyrling cheerfully ignored it. //Your wings are fragile.//

Are not. But it was simply confident and self-assured rather than petulant, as though T’ghen hadn’t been more wrong about anything in his life. And, even more infuriatingly, it was accompanied by a laugh. You should take notes. Learning to make friends would be good for you, T’ghen.

’With the right people,’ was the unspoken addendum to that, but neither dragon nor rider needed it said to understand it. Social though he might be with certain other dragons, Sinestath too held disdain for certain groups or individuals—over-arrogant and traditional Bronzers; frivolous morons; people who thought he was somehow lesser just because of his new color.

Rather than actually respond, T’ghen just growled at Sinestath through their bond. //Don’t complain to me when you snap a bone.// Perhaps unsympathetic for a newly-bonded weyrling, but T’ghen would be furious with Sinestath if he got himself injured so seriously, particularly in a manner that could jeopardize their future. Even on a day meant for relaxation, he still felt that drive—which led to Sinestath huffing at him internally and essentially ignoring him as he focused on wrestling Dakrith.

Mostly as an excuse to avoid people who might want to talk to him, T’ghen wandered over to the runner track for the time being. Seeing such rare creatures in their natural element was just as worthy of note as the Gather itself. And at least if others were occupied with betting and whether or not they lost their marks, they’d be less likely to engage him in some kind of inane conversation.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #15 on: September 03, 2017, 01:23:38 PM »
Something about the way that the younger man looked at him had Ophy giving him a second look over—a more thorough one this time. He carried himself in a fashion that he hadn’t really seen so much since leaving Fort. So many of those that used to share the underbelly of Fort had dispersed like dust in the wind, seeking new lives and new paths since the move. A number had fled into the arms of the Weyr permanently, siding with them and abandoning their Holder upbringings.

Such as it was, it had been a while since Ophy had met someone else… even remotely like himself… that he didn’t already know. And he had no idea who this man was, but he certainly was that. His bearing made that clear, and his motions too:  the set of his jaw and shoulders, everything. It did annoy the Peacekeeper slightly that he had to look up at him; he didn’t often encounter men who were significantly taller than he was, and it was with narrowed eyes that Ophyonis studied him.

The young girl hawking the booth answered both of their questions in turn, and the faint quirk of a smile rapidly turned into a toothy, if slightly unpleasant, grin. “Five marks, huh? Sweetening the deal for us?” He wasn’t about to complain about that; and if it was a ploy of hers, it was going to work on him at least. Familiar with knives as he was, Ophy felt confident that he could beat just about anyone else that stepped up to the booth—excepting maybe a few other Peacekeepers or the occasional dragon rider that had a more violent bent. Not that he’d admit to such a thing.

So as he selected three of the finely-honed daggers that were arrayed out in front of them, he turned a sly look to the dark-haired man beside him. “Let’s see how good you are.”

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #16 on: September 03, 2017, 01:23:52 PM »
“Bronze it is, handsome.” Galle was prepared to help the boy up onto the stool set in front of him, but he ended up clambering onto it with a singular sort of determination that had the Weaver smiling all the more. With a flourish from the nearby table, he pulled one of the stained lengths of fabric he and the other dyers used as drop cloths, and which on this particular day they were going to use as coverings for their guests’ clothes. Swirling it around the kid like a cape, he settled it about his shoulders. “There we go. Now your face will be the only part of you that ends up Bronze.”

As he selected the first of the small pots of dye—a base of golden-brown that he would use to lay the foundation for the rest of the markings he’d be painting onto the boy’s face—he smiled at the serious introduction and the woman’s laugh. “Pleasure to meet you, Ingor, Inanna. I’m Galleweyne, but you can just call me Galle for short.”

Dipping a short, soft-haired brush with thick bristles into the small pot of dye, Galle began by sweeping a large swath of the near-gold along the left side of Ingor’s jaw. “Let me know if any of this tickles too much,” he added conversationally, and playfully dotted the tip of the boy’s nose with the color before outlining the rest of his cheek to fill it in—highlights and shadowing would come after the base coat. “And we have little hand mirrors so you can see yourself afterward.” Only a few, maybe four or five at most, that would be passed among the Weavers doing the painting and regularly wiped down so they didn’t carry any dye themselves.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #17 on: September 03, 2017, 01:24:14 PM »
Zarra found the excitement of the Gather fill her. She'd been helping get it ready for a week and had helped set everything up. She knew the political side, but the Harper was not going to let this day go without some real fun. While her Weyrmate was off somewhere with her son, she made her way to watch the gather for a moment. Her rather tight purple dress showed off all the right curves and for a woman in her mid-forties she looked stunning. Much younger than her years. Something T'sote lovingly teased her about.

On her right shoulder sat a three legged green flit, one wing cut off to short. The flit sat carefully, tail wrapped around Zar's arm to hold herself in place. The curvy woman moved to get herself some food, greatful for the 'marks'. Useless, but at least they could pretend for a day they were worth something. She got herself a little food and found a place to sit down, her gaze searching for her Weyrmates dragon. Or her sons. Though it was again taken as three other flits landed on her table. No one else was around her at the table and they all chittered at her in a harmonious chorus. She laughed and started to feed the stunning gold, dark blue and the second green. The green on her shoulder climbed to the wood and was pulled by the little faire to sit between the green and the gold, while the little blue made sure she got the best of the food Zarra was giving them. The entire group were lost in their little world, but Zarra didn't mind. This was a day for play, a day for enjoying ones self. Hopefully.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #18 on: September 03, 2017, 04:42:13 PM »
A Weyr Gather of this magnitude hadn’t been seen in a long time. Beka wouldn’t miss it if she could help it. It was easy enough to get a ride up, Prairie was being generous. It was a beautiful thing to see all of the action from above, if only briefly. She had come dressed and prepared for a full day of socializing. Her dress was a little more modest to reflect the weather, monsoon season often brought strong winds and rain and she didn’t want to catch her death. Beka did not, however, scimp on body paint. She’d used charcoal to make a thick paste and marked out her joints and neck with wide black bands. A single black dot centered a little above her eyebrows on her forehead.

The woman appraised the area for a while. Most of the folk she knew were gathered at the minehall’s activity. Breaking rocks didn’t really feel like that grand of a time but it was as good as place as any to get her bearings and warm up. With purpose and with her usual sway, she made her way over to them.

Quickly, though, Bekareni realized this wasn’t the best place to spend her day. Whenever a rock cracked it blew dust up and into the air, not to mention the awful noise that accompanied every attempt. She was about to leave when an approaching Q’ellan caught her attention.

He wasn’t alone. Her eyes skipped from him to his dragon. She had mixed feelings and suddenly felt very conscious of how she was dressed, who she was with. She hadn’t seen him in a while and while he certainly looked changed, she knew she was the same as always. How embarrassing.

Beka’s dour expression didn’t last. She refused to run and hide and so she strolled away from the rocks, meeting him halfway. “Qrellanor!” She beamed. “It’s been ages, how are you? Who is this? I didn’t think you the rebellious type, but look at you! A mutant under your control and no longer just some bedwarmer.” If he wondered why she was talking so loudly it was surely so he (and everyone else) would hear her over the din of the gathering.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #19 on: September 04, 2017, 06:34:09 PM »
Paylae was actually smiling for once. And why shouldn't she? The kitchens had been granted supplies they otherwise might've not been able to use, and Paylae herself had been able to get herself reinserted into the kitchen staff, if only for a few days to prepare for such a big event.

But what she was most excited about that, were the cakes. She had finally been able to bake something. It was tough, being a pastry chef when you were only allowed to cook loaves of bread or annoying fish pies and fish rolls. Simply put, Paylae got tired of not being able to do what she was good at. For someone as single minded as her, it really hurt her soul to be so constrained by something such as rationing, which even she had to admit was important enough to not break.

Even still, the supplies had been few, and Paylae had only managed to make a few mini-cakes, placed in a tray which she had gotten commissioned by the smiths herself. Apparently when the trip to Fort Island had been made, mini-cake trays had been deemed unimportant items.

And so, she stood, guarding over her tiny collection of mini-cakes, Paylask by her side. Approaching close to a metre as far as Paylae could tell, Paylask was quite low to the ground still, lightly muscled, lithe and snake like, and definitely approaching "scary" territory. Something that Paylae had to admit she quite enjoyed being associated with her. "That baker with the scary brown wher."

Given that a table of food separated Paylae from any visitors, Paylask was currently... reasonably content with their positioning, but anyone that got too close to her might be a little surprised by the nature of the brown which stood by Paylae's side.

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There's probably only 12-20 cupcakes or mini-cakes, which I'm calling them in this post, cause I dunno that they'd call them cupcakes here. I just like the sound of mini-cakes, let me know if you think it's stupid.
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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #20 on: September 06, 2017, 03:24:10 PM »
Xydrie had been looking forward to today ever since she'd first heard about it; Gathers were a thing of history, or had been up until now. Hearing the stories, she'd always been a little jealous of Pern's inhabitants of Turns past, and now getting the chance to experience a Gather for herself, in Southern Winds style, no less, was something she'd never expected.

So, excitement.

It took her a little longer than she might have wanted to actually get to the event itself; as a weyrling she didn't have any responsibilities to deal with, but it would be this day that Meonaith insisted on one of her intense morning oilings--and Xydrie was nothing if she wasn't the dutiful rider, at least when it came to her dragon. So it was nearing 10 by the time she managed to get to the Gather, deposited by a satisfied Meonaith before the latter absconded to one of her ledges to enjoy the day of leisure. Have fun. I know I am.

'You're not even doing anything.'

That's the point.

The Gather was bustling by the time she arrived, people laughing, chattering and bustling to and fro. The different stations and activities were well-separated and it didn't take her long to figure out where her missing firelizard was; in the past several months, either Roi or Moss would disappear for hours on end, though they never made it a secret of where they were going. One early, post-Flight morning and they were all infatuated, though Moss and Roi were the only ones who had a tendency to resort to stalking poor I'ryn--who, much to her relief, didn't seem to mind all that much.

Dutifully transmitting images of instruments and sounds of the same, Moss led Xydrie to the harpers, where she found the little green lurking around the handsome bronzerider. At least, she supposed, the firelizard wasn't outright harassing  him yet. It was easy, at this point, to make her way over, giving moss an indulgent greeting as the green made her triumphant return, having completed her task of finding I'ryn. "Hey there," she said as she approached, stopping beside him with arms crossed.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #21 on: September 08, 2017, 03:57:03 AM »
Inanna could tell that Ingor was really trying to sit still, his little face, so serious in the moment, although when the brush first touched his face, in that expert swipe, she saw his little fingers twitch, and the corner of his mouth move.

"Galle it is."

He certainly did look like he was quite artful, although she supposed that was why most weavers were in the craft. From her limited knowledge however, she acknowledged that there could be some without the creative talents this weaver seemed to have. They always need carpenters and constructors for their large looms.

"So how long have you been a Weaver Galle, you're turning Ingor here into a mighty dragon, is that something you learnt in the craft, or are your hands just naturally experts at dragon art?"

Ingor huffed a little, "Ma, he needs to concentrate. You can ask him questions after when I go how my friends." Inanna smiled at the boy and held up her hands in response.

"Okay okay. I'm being quiet." Not something that came naturally to her, but she'd try for Ingor's sake. He was a little too headstrong for this to not have the potential to turn into a hissy fit. And despite Inanna spending quite a deal of time with him, she didn't exactly know how to discipline the son that she didn't raise.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #22 on: September 08, 2017, 09:35:49 AM »
Stepping into the milling throngs in the weyrbowl was a near spiritual experience. For a moment, Londilia closed her eyes to soak it in: the chatter, the laughter, the smell of good food not yet overwhelmed by the smell of too many people. And not just people, people enjoying themselves, not working without pause from dawn till dusk. The communal structure of the weyr may have meant she was fed and housed well enough, but freedom was beginning to wear awfully thin without something to do. She'd imagined something more like this springing up from the new start on the island, and was thoroughly glad for an event that brought anyone and everyone within arm's reach.

Dew checked in briefly, sending an image of the crowd from above. Nothing to report. Londilia let the flit do her thing, knowing she'd be immediately informed if the clever green flit spotted something interesting. The bronze flit draped across her shoulders yawned loudly, and surveyed the milling crowd with little of the same attention, only really looking for any eyes that might be focussed on him. Londilia offered him a chin scratch which seemed to please him, crooning like a babe before settling back against her.

Satisfied her look was complete, she moved on, passing through the small gatherings at the front of each of the stalls. Few of them interested her, catering instead for the family friendly aspect of the thing, she supposed, which was a shame. That did not bode well for any beverage stronger than a fruit punch. Moving past the brawny - and not so brawny - men trying their luck at cracking stones, she turned her eyes to the makeshift racetrack, and by far the most interesting thing there.

The runners were all lined up and looking as resplendent as one might have hoped, though they would perhaps have paled in comparison to their former ancestors, much like the Gather itself she suspected. It was however a vast improvement on the meagre attempts at 'living' previously exhibited, and gave her some hope that something resembling a lifestyle might emerge, given enough time.

Considering whether wasting fake marks on a race would be worth it, given her meagre to nonexistant beast knowledge to guide her in selecting a winner, her eye was drawn to the nearby thoroughfare feast laid out by the kitchens. The food was a magnificent thing, to be sure - both in the context of the austerity faced in the Pass and the uninspiring fare required by rationing - but it wasn't what she focused her attention on. A little ways off, clearly separate from the main arrangement of foodstuffs was a smaller table, manned by a pretty girl and a small brown wher. The wher is what interested her, she didn't recognise it. Very young, judging by his size, but she'd thought she at least knew of the other wherhandlers around the weyr. This one was new.

The sudden spike in interest caught Dew's attention, and Londilia got the faintest impression of the green circling back towards her, finally catching sight of her as she settled at a safe distance over by the runner's pens. Watching. Sauntering over with her skirts flowing about her ankles, Londilia was admittedly side-tracked once she was close enough to eye the artful little cakes on display. Never let it be said that she was not a women who didn't like pretty things, as a general rule, but these were clearly made with greater care and skill than the general fanfare. Bending at the hip to inspect them closer with an appreciative 'ooooh', she suddenly knew exactly where the fake money was going to be going.

"Oh, these are lovely!" she said, looking up and straightening to address the woman - presumably - responsible for creating them. "Did you make them? They must have taken hours."

Taking in more of the woman herself, Londilia did admit she was not a familiar face, which may not have indicated a recluse, but certainly not much of an extrovert either. The extroverts tended to be impossible to miss. She was young and pretty though, in a still slightly flour dusted sort of way, and if Londilia was taking a wild guess she'd say the girl was probably married to a holder husband. Shame, really. None of them knew what they were doing.

 
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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #23 on: September 08, 2017, 04:32:27 PM »
Well, this seemed to be going swimmingly.

Mauddra was quite proud of the way this day had turned out, it had been Halirina's idea of course, but as her eyes and spare hands, the Aides had been pleased to carry out the tasks assigned to them to get the ball rolling on the "Gather". There had been something quite naughty about keeping it mostly a secret from those not directly involved, and the response so far, Mauddra deemed quite acceptable.

As she had been... encouraged by Halirina to do, Mauddra was making a show of participating. Whilst she appreciated the work all the crafthalls had put into their individual stalls, the food booth that the lower caverns had turned out was almost feast-like. Yes, you still had to "purchase" food with marks, but that was more for control of supplies anyways, as marks were essentially useless for anything other than things like this, and the rider's bets.

So far, despite not knowing anything about runners, she'd bet on a race or two, Survivor had been her choice every time. A small rose was painted on her hand, Mauddra didn't take the risk of a potentially embarrassing and eye-catching facial piece, but she was contributing none-the-less.

There were only a few more booths that Mauddra had to make an appearance at now.

She couldn't help as she walked, making a mental tally of what she saw around her. How many people on average seemed to be betting, how much food they had sold in the first mark, how many rocks were remaining for the mining booth. It might be useful information for later, you never knew.

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Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« Reply #24 on: September 09, 2017, 10:59:54 AM »
There had been a moment, for however brief a time, where the idea of the Gather had been interesting. It had been awhile since he’d been able to truly spoil his sister, and the event held promise. He would let her drag him around, stopping from one booth to the next and win one prize after another. Maybe there would even be a big overall prize that would be something truly worthwhile for the two of them.

So when Remira explained that she would be heading up early to help set up the runners and the beastcraft betting booth, Kayn had woken up at the earlier candlemark to go with her. Now that they were no longer living at the Weyr, he had no intentions of letting her stray too far from him. He wasn’t going to be a dragon-flight away from her should anything happen, such as the riot that had broken out some months ago. With a large number of people crammed into one space, anything could happen.

Aldresk and Rekaysk remained in their quarters for the day, as much as he would have preferred Aldresk with him. But anytime he didn’t let Rekaysk go with him somewhere, he was a danger to anyone if he escaped. Which he did. A lot. Aldresk was staying to guard the younger bronze and make sure he stayed put while their handler was away.

After the booths were finished being set up and people began filtering in to enjoy the Gather, Aldrekayn left Remira to her duties and strolled by all the booths.

He was disappointed.

Most of them catered to children, not adults. He’d hoped to win things for Remira while here, but even the marks they were given were useless. He pressed two marks together and slid them back and forth while debating if he might be able to exchange them for anything useful back at the Mine Hall. Maybe someone would think they still have some value, or would in the future, and want to exchange something nice for them. Or maybe Remira was interested in something here—though he couldn’t think of what—where he could give her all of his marks to use.

He finished the circle through the grounds back at Remira’s booth and noted that others had already approached to either watch the runners or place bets. He found an open spot against the fence that was out of the way but still in good view of the races and leaned against it. He wasn’t going to hover over Remira as she worked, but at least from here he could keep an eye on her if there were any…difficult…customers. He would just have to watch the races until she was released for her break and they could see if this Gather held anything of interest to her.

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« Last Edit: September 15, 2017, 08:24:23 PM by Aldrekayn »
Bronze Aldresk || Born 03.01.2581 || L: 4.45m H: 1.2m
Bronze Rekaysk || Born 20.05.2590 || Mature L: 3.62m H: 1.2m

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