Post by Audio on Jun 7, 2010 20:59:35 GMT -5
Who: Adelle, Gillen, Anyone who would like to Search them, even though they are technically/physically there? haha
What: Search & some slice of life Traderness
Where: Fishing Docks full of that great dead fish smell!
Warnings: me. rawr.
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Traders did not like water. They especially did not like crossing over any expanse of water larger than a puddle. And yet here they were, rocking in some sharding contraption the locals called a boat to sail to that forsaken island where it was questionable if a profit could even be made. However when Head Trader Markus, had heard that the Holders up north would pay high marks for the rumored sun dried and salted fish that was all the current rage due to its durability, convenience, and exquisitely oceany taste, he hard redrawn their usual trade routes to include a time consuming wide sweep down south that included a optional voyage that only a dimglow would volunteer to make.
Adelle aimed as close to an absolutely furious glare at Gillen as she mange while she leaned over the railing of the wooden 'boat' attempting to hold back the food she had managed to gulp down a few hours previous. The acidic taste in the back of her mouth was building with each fluid rock of the small vessel that held only five other Traders, their limited amount of trade cargo, and the sparse crew of four sailors that manned the only thing separating her and the huge man eating fish that rumor had it lived under the calm deceiving waves. The rest of the caravan had wisely stayed behind for a well deserved vacation on the mainland shore, where the children would be able to splash in the calm crystal blue waves and the adults could relax in a paradise that their nomadic lifestyles usually kept them from. The idea of lying on pristine white sand and soaking in Rukbat's warm glow seemed like a brilliant idea or even a dream come true to Adelle. But no, it was not meant for her, as the moment Markus had asked for volunteers to join him on his exciting adventure across the sea to the distant Weyr on that sharding island, with the promise that they would experience sights and sounds no other Trader in their caravan could even picture, including perhaps an odd dragon sighting, Gillen had grabbed her hand and dragged her to the front of the crowed where he promptly volunteered themselves.
Feeling like her stomach was finally settling down, Adelle leaned back from the edge with her arms still on the railing for support and being too scared to full turn her face away from the watery depths below, she glared at Gillen from the corner of her eye, nostrils flaring. Adelle grunted when the boat crested an abruptly large wave, but before her stomach could up heave once more she managed to shake her fist at her ever so wonderful best friend and scream, “YOU DEADGLOW! THE MOMENT I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE--”
The rest of her words were drowned out in the horrible sound of someone painfully retching up the contents of their stomach.
The youth in question and the target of all this anger was lounging in a fashion of utmost comfort with his arms crossed and pillowing his head as he leaned against the mast of the vessel with his long legs stretched out before him. He even had something to shade his eyes with, which in this case was Tryst's tail, which had curled up right over his forehead as the rest of the glowing green firelizard slept in an odd lumpy pile on top of his head. Now this was the life. The soothing gentle rocking of the boat, basking under the warm daylight, and the gentle ocean breeze were all factors that were leading the young man quickly to a delightful nap while he daydreamed about the sights to come.
The other Traders sat a bit away from him, sitting crossed legged in a hunched over and tight knit circle. Gillen didn’t have to hear them to know what they were talking about. They were all throwing out ideas on how to deal with the natives and gain as much profit from this trip as possible. They were also matching up the details of their stories as to not clash and prove that they had been exaggerating and making up wonderful facts about their wares if questioned. Typical Trader talk. He was not interested.
Gillen on the other hand was brimming with excitement despite his lazy and calm exterior as the prospect of an island full of women he had never seen or associated with and the fact that any trouble he might get himself into can easily be avoided by leaving the island was something that was driving him wild with anticipation. A slow grin appeared on his face as he slowly processed the different types of fun he could have without the restraints of commitment, not like that had ever been an issue before to him.
Then from the corner of his half opened eyes, he vaguely saw Adelle waving at him, presumably trying to attract his attention. She continued to shake her fist at him even the he was obviously looking at her, but perhaps she couldn't tell as she hadn't appeared to be in her best condition ever since stepping foot on the boat and so he leaned forward placing using his hands as support between his outstretched legs in a boyish fashion. The shift in position had caused Tryst to loose her sleepy delicate balance and topple off the top of his head to land with a solid 'thud' on the deck of the ship from which she promptly hopped onto her chubby limbs with an alarmed squeak and eyes whirling yellow. Gillen absentmindedly patted the rump of the flit who was still trying to grasp what had just happened to her, while trying to make out the words that Adelle was trying to say to him. What ever it was she was saying the wind was dragging it away from him as she was downwind to him and so in reply he just waited expectantly, since it looked like she was going to show him something.
Next thing he knew the wind had died down and Gillen was watching his friend vomit up the remains of her previous meal while hearing the sickening retching sounds that made him feel a bit nauseous as well.
“Faranth, Adelle! That is so disgusting, why would you make me watch you puke up your lunch? I didn't think even you would be so...Blech!” complained the young man, as he couldn't help but stare in in disgust despite the growing sickening feeling he was getting. Tryst sent a feeling of worry at Gillen, then the familiar image of a yellow flower surrounded by green grass that meant Adelle before winking between and appearing again to plop down on the back of the bent over girl. For all her worry, the green firelizard really wasn't helping the situation as Adelle let out a 'oomph' of surprise that sounded fairly pained and angry at the same time.
All attention aboard the ship was distracted however, when the first mate appeared and called out onto the deck in a solid voice, “Attention Passsengers and Crew, we will be landing shortly. Please gather your things and get ready to depart.”
It was a short while later that the Traders finally stepped onto the docking bay with the boards underneath giving discernible creaks at the sudden weight of so many people and their cargo. Each of them had a wooden crate full of various things that they would need to have traded off before they left the island and preferably Markus was hoping that they could get some of that delectable fish in exchange for things such as colored class beads, knives, leather products, and even a fire lizard egg. However Markus protectively guarded that treasure as he planned to reap in a bounty of salted fish and perhaps some marks for that one.
Gillen was eager to go about chasing skirts here and there, but that could only happen after he finished his share of trades. Well, that wouldn't be long anyways. The young man grinned with the slight appearance of a predator on the prowl, as his eyes glanced hear and there trying to pick out the odd woman among the fishermen, may it be someone's wife or daughter, while he hefted his crate onto his shoulder, upon which Tryst basked in warm light.
What: Search & some slice of life Traderness
Where: Fishing Docks full of that great dead fish smell!
Warnings: me. rawr.
---->
Traders did not like water. They especially did not like crossing over any expanse of water larger than a puddle. And yet here they were, rocking in some sharding contraption the locals called a boat to sail to that forsaken island where it was questionable if a profit could even be made. However when Head Trader Markus, had heard that the Holders up north would pay high marks for the rumored sun dried and salted fish that was all the current rage due to its durability, convenience, and exquisitely oceany taste, he hard redrawn their usual trade routes to include a time consuming wide sweep down south that included a optional voyage that only a dimglow would volunteer to make.
Adelle aimed as close to an absolutely furious glare at Gillen as she mange while she leaned over the railing of the wooden 'boat' attempting to hold back the food she had managed to gulp down a few hours previous. The acidic taste in the back of her mouth was building with each fluid rock of the small vessel that held only five other Traders, their limited amount of trade cargo, and the sparse crew of four sailors that manned the only thing separating her and the huge man eating fish that rumor had it lived under the calm deceiving waves. The rest of the caravan had wisely stayed behind for a well deserved vacation on the mainland shore, where the children would be able to splash in the calm crystal blue waves and the adults could relax in a paradise that their nomadic lifestyles usually kept them from. The idea of lying on pristine white sand and soaking in Rukbat's warm glow seemed like a brilliant idea or even a dream come true to Adelle. But no, it was not meant for her, as the moment Markus had asked for volunteers to join him on his exciting adventure across the sea to the distant Weyr on that sharding island, with the promise that they would experience sights and sounds no other Trader in their caravan could even picture, including perhaps an odd dragon sighting, Gillen had grabbed her hand and dragged her to the front of the crowed where he promptly volunteered themselves.
Feeling like her stomach was finally settling down, Adelle leaned back from the edge with her arms still on the railing for support and being too scared to full turn her face away from the watery depths below, she glared at Gillen from the corner of her eye, nostrils flaring. Adelle grunted when the boat crested an abruptly large wave, but before her stomach could up heave once more she managed to shake her fist at her ever so wonderful best friend and scream, “YOU DEADGLOW! THE MOMENT I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE--”
The rest of her words were drowned out in the horrible sound of someone painfully retching up the contents of their stomach.
The youth in question and the target of all this anger was lounging in a fashion of utmost comfort with his arms crossed and pillowing his head as he leaned against the mast of the vessel with his long legs stretched out before him. He even had something to shade his eyes with, which in this case was Tryst's tail, which had curled up right over his forehead as the rest of the glowing green firelizard slept in an odd lumpy pile on top of his head. Now this was the life. The soothing gentle rocking of the boat, basking under the warm daylight, and the gentle ocean breeze were all factors that were leading the young man quickly to a delightful nap while he daydreamed about the sights to come.
The other Traders sat a bit away from him, sitting crossed legged in a hunched over and tight knit circle. Gillen didn’t have to hear them to know what they were talking about. They were all throwing out ideas on how to deal with the natives and gain as much profit from this trip as possible. They were also matching up the details of their stories as to not clash and prove that they had been exaggerating and making up wonderful facts about their wares if questioned. Typical Trader talk. He was not interested.
Gillen on the other hand was brimming with excitement despite his lazy and calm exterior as the prospect of an island full of women he had never seen or associated with and the fact that any trouble he might get himself into can easily be avoided by leaving the island was something that was driving him wild with anticipation. A slow grin appeared on his face as he slowly processed the different types of fun he could have without the restraints of commitment, not like that had ever been an issue before to him.
Then from the corner of his half opened eyes, he vaguely saw Adelle waving at him, presumably trying to attract his attention. She continued to shake her fist at him even the he was obviously looking at her, but perhaps she couldn't tell as she hadn't appeared to be in her best condition ever since stepping foot on the boat and so he leaned forward placing using his hands as support between his outstretched legs in a boyish fashion. The shift in position had caused Tryst to loose her sleepy delicate balance and topple off the top of his head to land with a solid 'thud' on the deck of the ship from which she promptly hopped onto her chubby limbs with an alarmed squeak and eyes whirling yellow. Gillen absentmindedly patted the rump of the flit who was still trying to grasp what had just happened to her, while trying to make out the words that Adelle was trying to say to him. What ever it was she was saying the wind was dragging it away from him as she was downwind to him and so in reply he just waited expectantly, since it looked like she was going to show him something.
Next thing he knew the wind had died down and Gillen was watching his friend vomit up the remains of her previous meal while hearing the sickening retching sounds that made him feel a bit nauseous as well.
“Faranth, Adelle! That is so disgusting, why would you make me watch you puke up your lunch? I didn't think even you would be so...Blech!” complained the young man, as he couldn't help but stare in in disgust despite the growing sickening feeling he was getting. Tryst sent a feeling of worry at Gillen, then the familiar image of a yellow flower surrounded by green grass that meant Adelle before winking between and appearing again to plop down on the back of the bent over girl. For all her worry, the green firelizard really wasn't helping the situation as Adelle let out a 'oomph' of surprise that sounded fairly pained and angry at the same time.
All attention aboard the ship was distracted however, when the first mate appeared and called out onto the deck in a solid voice, “Attention Passsengers and Crew, we will be landing shortly. Please gather your things and get ready to depart.”
It was a short while later that the Traders finally stepped onto the docking bay with the boards underneath giving discernible creaks at the sudden weight of so many people and their cargo. Each of them had a wooden crate full of various things that they would need to have traded off before they left the island and preferably Markus was hoping that they could get some of that delectable fish in exchange for things such as colored class beads, knives, leather products, and even a fire lizard egg. However Markus protectively guarded that treasure as he planned to reap in a bounty of salted fish and perhaps some marks for that one.
Gillen was eager to go about chasing skirts here and there, but that could only happen after he finished his share of trades. Well, that wouldn't be long anyways. The young man grinned with the slight appearance of a predator on the prowl, as his eyes glanced hear and there trying to pick out the odd woman among the fishermen, may it be someone's wife or daughter, while he hefted his crate onto his shoulder, upon which Tryst basked in warm light.