Fishies? (Adelle, Gillen, OPENNNN)

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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.

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Salt sand and sea. Three things that make life worth living in the eyes of a dolphineer. Zan mentally shook himself, stretching out the net in his hands with extra vigor. He wasn't a dolphineer anymore. That part of his life was far past over. Dragons were in his future, if all went well. It was difficult though, changing the mental perspective of his entire life. He was still working on it, and he sometimes slipped into the old phrases and thoughts. Hopefully, he'd become normal again in time. Then again, what was normal?

The signal bell went off, denoting the approach of a passenger vessel from the mainland. Zan perked his head up curiously. He'd not heard that a boat was inbound, but that didn't necessarily mean it wasn't scheduled. A sudden glee filled him with anticipation. Oh, new people were such fun. He stood, dropping the net he'd been repairing in favor of looking for the head dock worker for the day. Unable to sight the portly fellow, Zan instead made for where the boat would be tied up, a hand raised to shadow his eyes from the harsh light. Small boat, few people, several crates. Traders? Either that or another shipment of supplies. Either way, he was right where they'd disembark.

Practically hopping with anticipation, he narrowly dodged a plank being swung down to the boat as he stood too close. Making a face at the worker who'd almost hit him, Zan watched the boat come in from a perch on the side, sitting among and on boxes of netting. Oh, was that a firelizard too? What he wouldn't give for one of those flashy little creatures! Its owner too... a rather good looking buy! Oh ho, lucky day! Grinning like a mad man, Zan nearly rubbed his hands together. He hoped the young man would be staying for a bit. It'd been a while since his last mark, and there was a looker if he'd ever seen one.

A blue dragon winked from between overhead, shadowing the sky over the docks as the rider directed the dragon to land on the beach. The quick blast of sand as he winged in to a stop pelted the few nearest people, then settled quickly. The rider, a one armed man, vaulted from dragonback and removed his helmet, peering out towards the docks and the shipment that had arrived a little earlier from the mainland in a different boat. More healer supplies in several carefully packed crates. They were always needing more. He sincerely hoped they'd be able to keep up with the demand. Feline attacks, thread burns... they were stretched too thinly.

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Instead of hefting her wooden crate onto her shoulder, Adelle had opted for wrapping her arms around it, while wishing she had thought of searching for any protruding particles as she was quite sure her the length of her arms were full of splinters. It sharding hurt. Not enough to bring tears to her eyes, but enough to give her quite a bit of discomfort and put in her in a even grumpier and snappier mood. She could barely see over the top of her crate and it was a good thing Gillen was so much taller than he so she could still see the top of his brown head or else navigating the docks might’ve turned a disastrous turn for the worst with a nice dip in the blue waves with one tiny misstep. Adelle shuffled after her friend with the darkest look on her face, daring anyone to approach her, if they could even see her face that is as most of it was hidden away behind bangs that had fallen into her face.

Gillen on the other hand steadied the crate on his shoulder with ease, glad the he was a man and as a man more naturally inclined to be able to carry heavy things. Behind him, he was sure Adelle was suffering, but he didn’t feel inclined to help as she never complained. It was always like that at every stop they made, and while at first he felt guilty, Gillen was quick to grow out of that mood ruining feeling. As he peered around, he realized for the first time that he wasn’t quite sure where he would go about trading off his wares. The plan had been simple, get on the island and sell your things. The end.

The problem was that this place was exotically brand new to the Traders, one of the first places in a long time that they haven’t visited before and quite honestly Gillen was just lost. Not like he was going to admit it anytime soon. The young man continued to confidently stride down the docks toward some unknown destination with the boards giving the occasional protesting creak under him. Tryst was too lazy from her curled up position on top of his crate to utter more than a single squeak before completely splaying herself out and using the top as a make shift sunbathing deck.

Adelle really wanted to crane her neck around and look behind her, but her neck wouldn’t be able to turn to the right degree without snapping clear off. She was getting a feeling that someone or something was following them and she attempted to see if Gillen had noticed anything before mentioning her concern to him. The boy was obviously oblivious as he had picked up a jolly whistle tune he had overheard one of the nearby fisherman utter.

Suddenly with a woosh a blue shadow shot over head to land in clouds of dust causing quite a scene on the otherwise dragonless fishing docks. Tryst immediately shot up from her unsightly position and flew a few excited circles in the air above Gillen before winking between. There was quite a lengthy pause before she reappeared literally on the blue’s shoulder to lose her balance and slip right off and flicker off into between again with an embarrassed squawk. Tryst reappeared on the blonde man’s head, talons digging ever so slightly into delicate scalp demanding attention and to be comforted.

Gillen had curiously searched around when his green flitter had suddenly decided to leave his presence for another’s and he had barely caught her slip up, before noticing that she was perched on someone else’s head. The guy appeared to be a man’s man, muscular and exuding testosterone by simply existing. For some reason when Gillen looked at him, he felt a cold shiver tingle down his spine while the hairs on his arms stood on end. Not being able to discern quite why, he shrugged it off and approached the man with an apologetic smile and offering an arm to Tryst for her to hop onto the right person on.

“I’m sorry about Tryst there. She gets a little too excited a little too easily. “ was offered with a genial laugh, as Gillen hoped to Faranth that the strange was not the wrathful sort as it looked like if he wasn’t careful he would get snapped like a twig.

Adelle who had followed behind Gillen unconsciously when he had made a sudden u-turn to retrieve his firelizard only snorted before adding a 'harrumph' of disapproval. That silly little green flit was always causing trouble with her foolishness. It wasn't new.

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The bluerider stepped across the dock to inspect the crates of healing supplies, noting the information scrawled across the side in a nearly unintelligible hand. He snorted. "Hold's getting sloppy..." He muttered to himself, waving to two nearby dockhands. "Can you shift this up further on the beach? I'll have Jaxith lift them to the infirmary ledge from there to save time." The workers nodded in response with an 'Aye, Healer S'lain', gathering another helper or two and setting to the requested task without further delay.

The timely arrival of a flitter seemed to highly amuse the big blue, who delighted in the smaller cousins. Jaxith snorted as the firelizard fell from his shoulder, only to reappear atop of His rider's head. The blue's thoughts turned slightly darker as he harshly warned the green that she was not to harm His. His wings gave a short open-close snap in emphasis.

S'lain, oblivious to the disturbance until he felt the sharp prick of claws in his scalp, was taken rather by surprise and gave a short yelp reaching up quickly to belay the intruder's further movement with his hand. Jaxith sent him a brief image of the intruder -a green flitter- and he was careful to not hurt the creature as he attempted to extricate himself out from under it. Luckily -whether for him or the flitter it's difficult to say, as Jaxith had worked himself up into an anxious state- the flitter's owner decided at that moment to appear and take the creature in hand. Giving a rueful rub at his head with a small wince, S'lain gave a small laugh at the younger man. "So I can tell. Seems like a common trait among them." Brows raised at the armload worth of crate, he glanced back the way the flitter's owner had come, noting a young woman as well.

"You two come off the mainland?" He questioned, raising his hand to gesture towards the sea side end of the docks. Jaxith mentally nudged him, and he gave a nearly imperceptible nod of agreement. The blue shifted closer to look at the two and enjoy their firelizard, his eyes whirling with easy blues and greens now that His was no longer in danger.

Zan, following the traders from their boat, watched the entire episode with a quirky grin and a wistful expression. Firelizards could cause no end of trouble -which was half of the reason he wanted one! Still, his target seemed a genuine sort, and he was already working through the plans for this one. Secrety should be the way, mhmm. A flower here, a trinket there. And the girl wasn't half bad looking either. Maybe he'd have two for the price of one. Clearly enjoying his devilish thoughts, Zan nearly tripped over a casting net, stumbling against a support beam. He gave a minute curse, and glared daggers at the offending netting, as if by sheer will of hate, he could make it disappear or shred into pieces.

After a moment's deliberation, he straightened again, nonchalantly brushing himself off as if nothing happened. Now, where was that delightful looking pair again?

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Adelle's arms were shaking and if they speak they would be screaming in frustration and pain. So in compliance with her bodily complaints she simply dropped the heavy crate in front of her, careful as to not let it land on her toes. What ever was hidden within was obviously not made of the fragile nature due to the careless fashion in which it had been dumped on the ground. However if it did contain delicates they were surely shattered into hundreds of pieces by now.

Now that she was free from the restrains of carrying the heavy wooden crate that Gillen seemed to be having so much ease with, Adelle eyed the stranger suspicious. Noting the knots of a Rider ( if the blue dragon wasn't obvious enough), the young woman broke into a uncertain smile before a idea formed in her mind. Roughly nudging Gillen in the side with a bony elbow to grab his attention in an inconspicuous fashion. However the young men let out a yelp and rubbed his side with a small surprised frown playing on his lips while Tryst slowly....ever so slowly made her way up his arm. For the not so little green flitter placing each paw before another seemed to be a painful and slow process that required the utmost determination.

Irritated Gillen snapped, “What? Why do you have to be so unnecessarily violent all the time?”

Without physically replying, Adelle looked pointedly between the crate she had dropped on the floor and the rider before them. Gillen shook his head, not quite understanding what she wanted him to do. So again she looked even more intently at the crate with eyes that seemed like they would pop right out of their sockets and then at the man. There was a moment of awkward silence as Gillen furrowed his brows at the girl still attempting to figure out what it was she needed until the realization suddenly flickered to life in his mind.

“Ohhhh, so that's what you wanted. Couldn't you make it a bit more obvious?” he said laughing before turning to the blue that had suddenly gotten quite a bit closer and his rider, “Well hello there good sirs, I don't suppose I could interest you in our wares?”

With a flourish with his free arm toward the box Adelle had dropped he put on a most charming smile, “Here we have specialty furs from up north, of likes you will never see here. They were treated by a Master's hand and thus are of the highest and smoothest quality available!”

Walking over to the crate he gave it a experienced kick, and the lid seemed to pop right off revealing a mass of black and gray fur. Well that explained why the crate had been so sharding heavy. He had made her carry the heaviest one out of the lot. Thinking back on how he had motioned her toward that one back on the deck of the boat, a deep set frown and a unhappily quirked eyebrow appeared on Adelle's face.

“As you can see our furs are very very soft and would make great additions to your...” What did those dragonmen call their bed chambers again..? Adelle paused for a moment, she knew the word was on the tip of her tongue, “Ah! Yes your weyrs!”

She bent over to pick one up and the heavy fur felt warm even against her skin and she spread it out slightly so that the Riderpair could get a better view. “Wouldn't you want to sleep in these? It would be like sleeping on clouds? For both you and your dragon, of course!”

The Traders both attempted to flash their most winning smile as they both waited expectantly for what they presumed was an positive response.

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Barely hiding a grin at the young man and woman’s repartee -they were clearly friends- S’lain watched as the kids turned salesmen practically before his eyes. He placed his hand on his hip as Jaxith continued to peer intently at the trio, his amusement clear to his rider.

Following the lad forward, the bluerider allowed him to show off a bit, and the furs were, admittedly, of fairly good quality. He didn’t mind so much when the felines were already dead. Shame he didn’t have the marks they would cost. Everything he had went right back into the healer’s wing almost as soon as it met his hand. Still, this might be fun. He allowed a small scowl to cross his features as his eyes went from the box of furs back up to the pair.

Jaxith showed more obvious interest, craning his head far over the crate and sniffing at the furs. He caught wind of his rider’s thoughts, and made a show of growling at the crate –the bluepair’s distaste in felines was known Weyr-wide- and S’lain gave his shoulder a friendly slap. “Come now Jaxi, you know those aren’t living anymore.” A slight frown now colored his face as he peered critically at the crate at its two sellers. “Still, where were these killed? I haven’t seen these variations in pattern around this area. We have a terrible feline problem here, and I'd hate to think yet another type has emerged."

Ok, he was bored now. Zan frowned up in a pout, tired of eavesdropping on the small group. It didn't seem to be worth it anyway if they were just traders. All the effort of wooing, well, he would want more than one lay out of his work. True, the male in question was rather eye-catching, but Zan was nothing if not lazy when something tripped up a plan of his. Oh well. His own brows raised in appreciation of the furs they were showing off though. Now -that- would be nice in his own bed. A cozy little nest if there ever was one.

He brushed a hand through his messy hair before coming forward openly. The candidate leaned around the trader pair, ready to talk before he heard the dragon growl, and skipped back a step in automatic reaction. An angry dragon was not a dragon -he'd- care to mess with on any day.