Logs:Keroon Hold
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| RL Date: 22 July, 2015 |
| Who: M'vyn, Nala, Johan |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Keroon Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: M'vyn takes Nala to go and purchase a runner for their children |
| Where: Johan's Beastcraft hold, Keroon Hold |
| When: Day 24, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Elsyth hails Jynth early in the morning after M'vyn has settled the children in the nursery for the day. Her tone (as usual) is frosty and short, laces of a million, tiny, cracks tinkling out amid a larger iced over surface. « He would like her to join him. He is traveling to Keroon today. I will wait for you on my ledge and once you are airborne we'll go. » Is it Elsyth's assumption or her rider's of the blue pairs agreement to this plan? Either way, she rests on her ledge with M'vyn comfortably settled on her back and awaits Jynth's appearance in the sky. It takes Nala a little while before she can get back to her blue, having flown dawn sweeps and retired briefly to the baths, but she soon emerges from the caverns in the usual dark leathers that she wears for riding, not one piece of the set in less than good condition. She looks up from the bowl as Jynth pads across to meet her, which is when he too glances towards Elsyth's ledge, considering, yet some agreement must be reached, for straps are put back in place and checked over before they leave the ground behind and return to the skies. « Where in Keroon? » is a direct question, anything else pushed aside. Elsyth leaps off her ledge and spreads her wings, making sure and steady pumps as she makes her way higher over the bowl. « A smaller hold where they sell runners » she supplies with the image close behind: a small holding with a thatched roof, three paddocks, and a large pile of straw draped over a cart. « We go » she announces to him and then blinks Between. When she reappears seconds later over the hold, she takes her time in descending from the sky. She makes slow and lazy circles over the place before she lands far enough away to not panic the runners nearer to the hold. Jynth hesitates for long enough that either he or Nala must be a little confused by the choice of destination, but, after studying the image for a moment, they vanish into the void as well. He doesn't have time for circling, and so takes a more direct route down, his dive one that lands him a respectful distance from the hold. Still, either his arrival or Nala's leap down to the ground earns the worried stamping of hooves. The bluerider waits, unsure, until she can ask, "You want to buy a runner?" M'vyn has not taken Elsyth's straps off and it seems he doesn't have plans to as he walks towards Nala and shucks off his own riding gear. "I want to buy one for Nalyn. He keeps wandering down to the stables at the Weyr. All the runners they have - none of them are appropriate for his age. I made inquiries and this place breeds the right sort." He shrugs and flashes her a rare smile. He turns back towards Elsyth and makes quick strides to hop up her forearm and tuck his gear in a pack on her straps. He hops down, slaps the green's side, and then makes his way back towards Nala. He offers her his arm. "I thought it only appropriate that his mother helps pick it out too." Nala does nothing more than unbutton her jacket, letting it swing free to reveal the white shirt beneath, while Jynth launches back into the skies, climbing quickly to a height where it's unlikely that he'll be perceived as a threat by any of the livestock. The news that the (as yet hypothetical) runner is for their son draws a twinge of panic to Nala's features, which is a stronger reaction as regards the children than she usually allows herself in-front of M'vyn, yet she lowly concedes, "...I suppose I was taught to ride at around his age," as she takes his arm. "This is probably the point where most women would be heartbroken that /they're/ not being bought a runner," she utters dryly. "You have a dragon," M'vyn is too pragmatic in that thought to not look at her in mild confusion. "You wouldn't want a runner, would you?" He shakes his head and glances as Elsyth follows Jynth up into the skies to wander. "I don't know so much about riding as perhaps caring for it.. brushing it and that sort of thing. If these are as small and as placid as I've been told, perhaps we'll let him learn on it." He shrugs and continues towards the holding. A man strides out of the holding, shielding his eyes as he watches the dragonriders' approah. "Hello! I thought I'd heard the dragons. I've got a handful selected to show you, sir," he glances to Nala, "Ma'am." He brushes his hand off on a dirty pant leg and offers it out to Nala. "Folks call me Johan. This way." Johan heads off in the direction of a smaller paddock here a handful of smaller runners are milling about. "That's them all grown. Most don't get taller than that." "What would you do if I said I wanted a runner?" Nala doesn't permit much of anything to colour that question, even the upward inflection that makes it more of one and less rhetorical a mild thing. Either she doesn't expect an answer or isn't prepared to wait for one right now, for the moment that a figure walks from the hold, she draws herself up, tension claiming her frame, most obviously in the harsher curves of shoulders and elbows. She doesn't seem to notice that she does this, nor that she unconsciously edges closer to M'vyn, though she provides her hand for Johan and murmurs a polite, "Well met." The bluerider manages to keep her echoed, "'Most'," almost to herself, as regards the runners, though otherwise she's all manners. M'yvn reaches a hand to rest against the small of Nala's back in a comforting gesture to her tension. As they turn to walk to view the runners, he murmurs to her, "I have enough marks to buy you one as well." Joke or not, he seems to be answering seriously enough. Johan slows when he nears the fence and hangs his limbs over the side as he points to the three runners who seem more interested in the grasses at their feet than the humans who have approached. "They barely come up to my shoulders," M'yvn notes as he gazes at the two duns and one black runner before them. "Don't have far to fall that way," Johan notes with a friendly grin. "I suppose not," M'yvn replies with a shrug as he looks to Nala. "Safety over beauty, right?" "You would be better off buying one for Grace to pet, as she will inevitably wish when she sees that her brother has one," Nala says softly, unwilling to raise her voice and encourage false promise of a second sale. Her response to the idea of Nalyn falling is a rather haughty, "If there is to be falling at all," as if no son of hers will fall from a runner, despite her earlier concerns. She regards the runners with a considering gaze, though, " They are... Cute," doesn't sound quite right from her lips. "But appearance matters little, as long as they are trained to be familiar with people and tolerate tack, and that is not something we must do?" "The children may share. I don't want to have them always wishing for two of everything rather than sharing," M'yvn notes as he keeps his eyes forward on the runners. Johan glances towards Nala with a patient smile for her words on her son and her query. "They are not young beasts. Each has been thoroughly trained and the dun mare was my youngest daughter's until she outgrew her. She was called Sweetie but you are free to rename her if that one is chosen. I specialize in training runners for children, as M'yvn was informed when he sought me out." He looks to the greenrider and d gestures towards the paddock. "Would you both like to enter to inspect them? Shall I call one of my children to ride them? My daughter Megs is still small enough in stature compared to me." He glances to Nala. "Do you ride ma'am? You look light enough as well." That that response doesn't seem entirely pleasing to Nala speaks of her upbringing in this rare moment, and though she accepts the practicality of it without comment, the fact that she doesn't speak further on the subject may say enough for itself. She seems ready to answer the gesture towards the paddock, until that last enquiry is put to her, which earns a prompt, "Not for turns," soon followed unthinkingly by, "not since the day we were marr--." Married. That remembrance is enough that she lapses back into silence and aims a hard stare down at her feet. "I am, I fear, a little too sturdy for these beasts," is what she settles for in the end. "Dragonriding may trim the figure, but it puts on muscle too. I would not like to chance it." M'vyn may notice that his comment may not sit well with his wife but he does no more than give her a passing glance as he looks back to the journeyman near them. "I would like to go in and look over the mare," he says as he looks back in at the three runners as they continue to graze without consideration or care for the humans watching them. Johan nods and steps back, opening the gate he had been standing in front of. He waves his hand to include Nala, "The two of you may come in. I've got a few of their favorite sugar cubes in my pocket." He hands some to each of the dragonrider's. "Flat hands. Though I'm sure you both are familiar enough to watch for their teeth and hooves." Johan clucks his tongue and then whistles shrilly. The runners lift their head to look at him and then the dun mare dubbed 'Sweetie' trots forward to whuffle at the man's pockets. "She's got the sweets, Sweetie," he tells her, nudging the dun towards Nala. Nala may no longer be much at ease with people, but she accepts the runner's presence as she would a dragon or firelizard, in that she's that bit more welcoming, if quieter. Slowly, she reaches to run a gentle hand over the mare's nose, then, trusting that she hasn't been poorly received, lifts to smooth her palm along her jaw and touch at her main. "Hello, Sweetie," she murmurs, features softening as she offers the runner the treat, her palm flat and fingers almost arching back on themselves. She doesn't look at M'vyn or Johan as she quietly communes with the beast, one hand continuing to move over soft hide as crunching heralds the cube being crushed. If Jynth were the jealous sort, perhaps he would be feeling a flicker of it right now. M'yvn watches his wife inspect the runner with a proprietary air, his smile small and smug as he remains nearer to the fence. The other two runners trot towards Johan and are met with murmured greeting and redirected towards the greenrider. He breaks from his viewing of Nala and Sweetie to inspect the others and offer sugar as payment. He holds little interest for them as he pushes past their eagerness to approach the bluerider. "What do you think? Is she good enough for our children?" he queries low enough to not startle the marw as he slides his arm loosely around her middle. Nala is oblivious to any study, too caught up in trying to encourage Sweetie this way and that to ensure that she isn't apt to bolt or kick when faced with instructions, the hand that she runs along her flank met with nothing but a questing nose that seeks more treats. She's back at the runner's head when M'vyn reaches her, and is easily drawn in against him. "I think that she is tame enough to tolerate a child, but it will be down to us to impart to them how to treat her," she murmurs. "It may take her some time to adjust to new stables and the presence of dragons, so, if you do buy her, I would be wary of telling Nalyn right away." "I hadn't thought of the dragon element," M'vyn replies with a frown directed at the mare. He rests a brief hand against her flank as he turns to look to Johan. "You don't get them around dragon often, do you?" he asks, his frown deepening towards a scowl as if this may scrub the entire venture out. "Oh? Dragons? Well, no more than most. They've been to a few Gathers. That's how we humbler folk get there," Johan meets that frown with an easy-going smile. "And there's dragons there. I'd wager she'd adjust fine but if it doesn't seem like she does, I'll give your marks back and take her home without issue. She seems to like your..w-woman," he hesitates on the title as he glances towards Nala. "Yes, my wife has a talent for such things," M'vyn stresses just enough on his use of 'wife' to make that a valid point. He looks to Nala. "If you approve to Johan's terms, we can give her a try." 'Woman' makes Nala stiffen, and though her expression remains calm and even enough, it doesn't take a genius to realise that the word has got her back up. Then, M'vyn acknowledging her as his wife to a relative stranger, and holder, doesn't seem to help much either, but she unconsciously snags a possessive hold on the fabric of his shirt, just shy of buttons. "She will need time," she insists. "It would not be fair to her to monitor her and send her back if she is not suitable; it would be more stressful for her, for the journey and the changes." She turns her head a little to lowly say to her husband, "If we take her, then we keep her. If that does not sit well with you, then I will pay half." If she realises she's identifying with a runner, there's no outward sign, save for what evident concern she has for the creature. M'vyn gives Nala a tiny acknowledgement of her claim on the mare by raising his brows in mild surprise. It's a flicker of movement, one the journeyman likely doesn't register. "We'll keep her," he murmurs back to her, "as is fit when someone takes on a life." He looks to Johan and steps forward, breaking his contact with Nala to do so. A hand is offered and Johan meets it with a shake. "We'll take her. My wife," he continues to use that possessive as he turns a glance back towards Nala, "will do the dealings on the price. She is more skilled with numbers than I." He ushers Nala away from Sweetie, intent on walking her into the building where Johan leads them to haggle over the price and settle on an arrangement for Sweetie's transfer to the Weyr. M'vyn does not interrupt any of Nala's words on the subject, fully allowing her to decide on what would be best and fair for the transaction. When it comes time for money to be exchanged, he supplies the full marks and offers another handshake with the journeyman. "We'll be waiting for her arrival," he informs him as they turn towards the door. "My family will be pleased." "Good," Nala murmurs, reaching a hand to give a final smooth of her palm over Sweetie's nose. It looks like she'll be perfectly happy there with the runner while everything else is sorted out, yet, though her eyes widen a little at the news that she's the one who's going to be doing the negotiating and dealing with the matter of marks, she lets herself be herded towards the holding, where she tries not to insult her heritage or the Journeyman's craft in sorting out a price. At the door, she's as polite as manners demand, but the moment they can step back over the threshold and away, the bluerider secures her grip on M'vyn once again, walking too close with her hands hooked into his shirt, until she relinquishes her hold and tells him, "Let's go home. I am of a mind to take you back to my weyr and do some riding of my own." Sounds like his possessiveness has had an effect, whether the desired one or not. Nala's possessive return and turn of phrase draw a laugh from M'vyn, followed by a tug for her to fall into his arms. He holds her there with his lips pressed against the top of her head as he watches the approach of their dragons. "I won't tell you no," he tells her as he parts from her, his smile brief as he looks to her and then on to Elsyth. "How could I? When this played into a fantasy on another level entirely for me." He steps closer to press a kiss to Nala's cheek, moving towards her lips and then pulling back he offers her a wider smile. "Let's go home." It does not take them long to ready their dragons nor mount and head into the skies. Elsyth deposits M'vyn to Jynth's ledge and once she is free of her straps she seeks her own ledge to sprawl on. In doing so, M'vyn's time spent in Nala's weyr may go relatively unnoticed by the rest of the Weyr. And that suits the greenrider just fine. |
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