Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 22:46:36 GMT -5
Who: Syana and Ver, Open
What: Trader Discussions, gathering/hunting
Where: outskirts of the jungle
When: 1 week after hatching, mid day
Despite the hustle and bustle of the Weyr life, Vladisyana and Haverisen had managed to continue spending time in the mornings or evenings training. However, that hadn’t allowed them much time to work out the details of their plans, now that the hatching was over, or really see each other for simple conversation. The lack of time was finally easing, though, and they’d taken one of the days when their chores were ended early-especially given the tragic loss of candidate and weyrling masters both, to head out for a ride into the nearby woods, hunting for various plants to sell or send to their Trader kin.
The cool summer breezes were a wonderful offset to the heat of the late afternoon, as the siblings set out into the outskirts of the jungle on a sturdy pair of borrowed runners. Settled easily into the saddle, they were both content to ride in silence for a time, moving gently with the animals. The passage was soothing, and each was lost in their thoughts for a time. A small hamper strapped carefully to the back of Haverisen’s mount held lunch, and both wore several blades for safety-both from the wild and any potential attack. The pair of pups Syana owned were trotting alongside, sniffing happily through the foliage.
After a while, Syana shifted, and glanced over at her brother.
“Ver, you left a notice right? I overheard some other candidates who were left standing and Weyrfolk mention heading out this way…” At his nod, she relaxed, content now that they might or might not see others. Frowning faintly down at the flaxen mane of her mount, the young woman sighed, fingers rising to brush over the half-pendant she wore. Inside, she was conflicted, still, over the hatching and what had happened. While grateful neither she nor her brother were injured permanently, she was also somewhat saddened that neither of them were found suitable by the hatchlings.
“Then again, we do have other options…” She mused, eyes darkening, before an amused snort from her elder brother made her glance over, noting the gentle smile on his lips.
“Be calm, Syana. Of course we have options. There is a large hold nearby, our kin would welcome our return, or we can live at the Weyr-as candidates or weyrfolk if we so chose. We both have skills to support ourselves. You could, if you really wanted, even return home, or find a marriage that suits you-note I say you, not our parents ideals, loving as they are.” At her snort, he grinned, and kicked his own mount gently into a trot. “Come on. Let’s turn our mind to work first, so we can have fun later!”
At the amused laugh, Haverisen settled down, both spending a couple candlemarks gathering various foliage and some fruit to return home with, before they found a small clearing. Tethering the horses, Syana unpacked their lunch, before feeding her two dogs. As she and Ver settled down to eat, the young trader frowned, thoughtfully. “So, we have to figure this out. Cerulean could really use some more connections to the Traders for supplies-or it’s own hold if it keeps growing? Then again, it does protect Silver Cove Hold…”
“True, but remember, there is no reason not to expand within reason, and the growth would bring a good opportunity, if it’s plausible…”
“For the riders and the weyrfolk, not just the holders…” Syana added, nibbling on a sweet cake in thought. “We also can talk our kin into expanding their routes here-do you think K’roi and the other Wing Leaders would welcome aid in negotiations?” She asked, curious.
Peeling a fruit, Haverisen frowned down, before answering slowly and carefully. “I’m not sure. I do think we might want to bring it up-and with a gather soon, we’ll have a good chance to see what’s really needed or would be desired… Though it does seem like this Weyr has more than it’s fair share of problems. It makes me worry. I think putting ourselves forward is a good idea-and stop fretting over me, Syana. Even if I age out, I think I might stay, or ask about impressing a Wher-the life of a guard wouldn’t bother me at all.” He added, knowing that it had been bothering his sister. “More, there will be another clutch before we do, so be calm, alright?” At her nod, he grinned, and unfurled a packet of trade missives, along with a recent letter from their kin. “So, let’s get down to business.”
With a laugh, Syana nodded, and scooted over, thumbing through the lists. “They really are bringing that much? Then again, a gather after the strife will be full of people wanting stress relief and to celebrate even more…” She mused. “We could open a booth for our kin, given that we’re here now, and work as intermediaries…”
Looking at each other with a laugh, they both chorused: “For a fee, of course!”
What: Trader Discussions, gathering/hunting
Where: outskirts of the jungle
When: 1 week after hatching, mid day
Despite the hustle and bustle of the Weyr life, Vladisyana and Haverisen had managed to continue spending time in the mornings or evenings training. However, that hadn’t allowed them much time to work out the details of their plans, now that the hatching was over, or really see each other for simple conversation. The lack of time was finally easing, though, and they’d taken one of the days when their chores were ended early-especially given the tragic loss of candidate and weyrling masters both, to head out for a ride into the nearby woods, hunting for various plants to sell or send to their Trader kin.
The cool summer breezes were a wonderful offset to the heat of the late afternoon, as the siblings set out into the outskirts of the jungle on a sturdy pair of borrowed runners. Settled easily into the saddle, they were both content to ride in silence for a time, moving gently with the animals. The passage was soothing, and each was lost in their thoughts for a time. A small hamper strapped carefully to the back of Haverisen’s mount held lunch, and both wore several blades for safety-both from the wild and any potential attack. The pair of pups Syana owned were trotting alongside, sniffing happily through the foliage.
After a while, Syana shifted, and glanced over at her brother.
“Ver, you left a notice right? I overheard some other candidates who were left standing and Weyrfolk mention heading out this way…” At his nod, she relaxed, content now that they might or might not see others. Frowning faintly down at the flaxen mane of her mount, the young woman sighed, fingers rising to brush over the half-pendant she wore. Inside, she was conflicted, still, over the hatching and what had happened. While grateful neither she nor her brother were injured permanently, she was also somewhat saddened that neither of them were found suitable by the hatchlings.
“Then again, we do have other options…” She mused, eyes darkening, before an amused snort from her elder brother made her glance over, noting the gentle smile on his lips.
“Be calm, Syana. Of course we have options. There is a large hold nearby, our kin would welcome our return, or we can live at the Weyr-as candidates or weyrfolk if we so chose. We both have skills to support ourselves. You could, if you really wanted, even return home, or find a marriage that suits you-note I say you, not our parents ideals, loving as they are.” At her snort, he grinned, and kicked his own mount gently into a trot. “Come on. Let’s turn our mind to work first, so we can have fun later!”
At the amused laugh, Haverisen settled down, both spending a couple candlemarks gathering various foliage and some fruit to return home with, before they found a small clearing. Tethering the horses, Syana unpacked their lunch, before feeding her two dogs. As she and Ver settled down to eat, the young trader frowned, thoughtfully. “So, we have to figure this out. Cerulean could really use some more connections to the Traders for supplies-or it’s own hold if it keeps growing? Then again, it does protect Silver Cove Hold…”
“True, but remember, there is no reason not to expand within reason, and the growth would bring a good opportunity, if it’s plausible…”
“For the riders and the weyrfolk, not just the holders…” Syana added, nibbling on a sweet cake in thought. “We also can talk our kin into expanding their routes here-do you think K’roi and the other Wing Leaders would welcome aid in negotiations?” She asked, curious.
Peeling a fruit, Haverisen frowned down, before answering slowly and carefully. “I’m not sure. I do think we might want to bring it up-and with a gather soon, we’ll have a good chance to see what’s really needed or would be desired… Though it does seem like this Weyr has more than it’s fair share of problems. It makes me worry. I think putting ourselves forward is a good idea-and stop fretting over me, Syana. Even if I age out, I think I might stay, or ask about impressing a Wher-the life of a guard wouldn’t bother me at all.” He added, knowing that it had been bothering his sister. “More, there will be another clutch before we do, so be calm, alright?” At her nod, he grinned, and unfurled a packet of trade missives, along with a recent letter from their kin. “So, let’s get down to business.”
With a laugh, Syana nodded, and scooted over, thumbing through the lists. “They really are bringing that much? Then again, a gather after the strife will be full of people wanting stress relief and to celebrate even more…” She mused. “We could open a booth for our kin, given that we’re here now, and work as intermediaries…”
Looking at each other with a laugh, they both chorused: “For a fee, of course!”
