Logs:Trading With The Sebrings
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| RL Date: 12 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, A'riste, K'len, X'den, Jendel, Samuel, Rolan, Nerine |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The candidates troupe on over to the Sebring trading camp, conducting business, making purchases and stealing glances. |
| Where: Sebring Main Camp |
| When: Day 23, Month 1, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| "Drums, gitars, harps, pipes- not flutes, that's metalwork and a real pain," Aeriste informs Sabadan as he curls his gloved hands around the mug. "I can't rightly put anything other than an apprentice's stamp on them, but they're quality. No crooked necks or flawed wood or thin hides, and I use the slow-drying varnish so the finish is like glass. I test everything myself to make sure it sounds right." Rolan grins and sets out a few other hair bobs for Jendel to look through. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He moves back to Xhaiden, saying quietly, "I would appreciate it if you were a bit more considerate to my patrons while you're in the camp. Now, Have we found anything you're interested in?" Sabadan nods, quickly making notes. He looks impressed, "Have you got any examples of your work that we can display? Enough to sell on consignment, or do you want to work on commission?" Xhaiden sighs heavily at Rolan being a killjoy and he looks the traider over in a covert manner as he tucks the glorious cloak away, "my appologies. But she does wear blood-soaked clothes to the meal table." He nose crinkles slightly but he does turn to his fellow candidate with a rather dry, "sorry." K'len slips into the camp alone, skirting the tables and looking over the contents as he makes his way around. He pauses longer at food based tables than ones with clothing or jewelry, and attempts to wave someone down to use some of his marks to buy a small sweet before he's off to look at wines. Noticing Aeriste, he tilts his head and heads over that way rather than procuring wine yet. "I have a spare gitar and drum I can give you- I'll go get it if you like. Consignment to draw buyers in, and then commission if there's enough good word." It's not the arrangement that Aeriste would prefer, requiring him to put up merchandise before the sale, but that's the way of it at the Hall, too. And, catching sight of K'len out of the corner of his eye, he smiles up at the bronzerider. "Come to part with your marks, too?" Paige arrives with another small cluster of candidates, laughing at something mentioned by a younger girl and tugging her toward the beauty wagon. "Aw, but it can't hurt t'/look/, " she says brightly, giving Jendel a wave as they near and a cheery, "Whatcha lookin' at?" And then they're close enough to see the hair bobs, causing both girls to give a little, "Ooh." As her companion soon moves away to peer at something else around the wagon, Paige's gaze lingers on a shiny pin here and there, expression wistful. Brow creasing a little, she digs a hand momentarily into her pocket, frowning soon after and stepping away to peek at some of the jewelry. Rolan points to the cloak, "That's a good one, you should try it on, I'll be right back." He strides over to K'len with a bright smile, waving off the trader who just sold him the sweets, "Hello, K'len! Good to see you, what can I show you tonight?" Sabadan nods, "Great, It's just very hard to sell on someone's name out on the road, you know? Unless they're very well known. Do you play all those instruments too?" He asks, just out of personal curiosity. "If they have a good Benden wine, then perhaps..." K'len admits to Aeriste, and lets the young man take care of his business with instruments. Then sticks some of the sweet he bought into his mouth just about the time that Rolan comes towards him. He mumbles, and then finally swallows before answering, "Wine. I need s'more. I got marks..." He says enticingly, clearly wanting some good wine. Then, noting the girls oohing over hair bobs, he gives a quick friendly wave at them, too. Jendel has left. Xhaiden gives a distracted nod to Rolan, "thank you. I may just do so." and looks over his shoulder to see who has just arrived, offering a wave and a smile to the others. The cloak is forgoten for a moment as he watches the people. K'len having his wine and the girls going to see the decorations and girl-things. His hand strays to the cloak however, caressin the smooth brocade of blues and the white fur that trims the hood. "Can't tell me they don't have Benden here..." And Aeriste nods to Sabadan. "Can't tell if it's any good if I can't play what I make. I apprenticed young, on account of my voice, but a vocalist can't rely on that, so I figured I'd look into making an honest living with my hands if my voice changed wrong. So I've had time to practice, even if I've only sixteen Turns." He catches sight of Xhaiden and that cloak, too- can any Harper look away from that much beautiful blue? Or is it the other lad that he watches? But he looks away quickly enough, and back to the trader near him. Rolan grins and nods, "I think I can help with that, my friend. Are we looking for red or white tonight?" He nods over to Paige and company, "I'll be with you in just a moment." He says as he opens up a few crates to find the wine. Still lingering near the jewelry, Paige calls out a thanks to Rolan while pointing to some piece or another and chatting with another girl nearby, even while returning Xhaiden's smile and wave. Oh man, that cloak. It gets a covetous glance from her, too. And then she sees K'len and reddens while waving back. "Tha' one's pretty, " she comments as the girl next to her gestures toward a necklace. "Kinda looks like the one I gave Nerine." Regardless of whether they have enough marks to actually purchase anything here, they certainly seem to enjoy the browsing enough. Sabadan follows Aeriste's gaze then looks back to his notes, chewing on his lower lip briefly before asking, "So, what sort of price are you hoping for for each piece? How long does it take you to make one?" "White, I'm not very fond of the reds." K'len admits to Rolan, following the man over to the crates to peer inside them. The cloak that Xhaiden is sporting is glanced at, but overall the bronzerider doesn't seem too interested in that sort of thing. He digs in his pocket for what he feels one of the bottles would be worth, even if it might not be what the traders are looking for it. Paige gets another glance, as well as Aeriste before he looks expectantly at Rolan. "How much?" Xhaiden grins and asks hopefully, "Are candidates allowed to partake in a little wine? I mean, reasonable drinking and all that. Nothing out of hand. Of course." He draws the cloak from its hanging place and throws it over his shoulders with a flurish. It's really quite a display of cloth and fur and the young man looks delighted in having it settle onto his shoulders. "Now, I wonder if we'll have a candidate-dinner before those eggs crack. This would be just the thing." Aeriste names a reasonable price- at the upper end of apprentice-made goods, but if the quality's fine, understandable. "Couple days for a drum, hide's gotta dry and set. Week for a gitar or a harp, so the varnish can dry hard and the glue's set. But I can make several a week, it's just drying time... though that might be hard," he reflects, "With all the chores. Maybe they'll let me push curfew back..." And to Xhaiden, he remarks, "It suits you. Maybe you should've become a harper after all, warbling or no." Of wine- he leaves that to the experts. Rolan discusses the virtues of the wine with K'len and prices for a few moments, and though he doesn't get everything he wants, the price comes out fairly good for them both. "Now, if you need any help taking care of that bottle, K'len, I'm sure I could assist you." He wags his eyebrows, "I'll be right back." He goes over to Paige, "Paige, looking lovely tonight. What Can I help you with?" Paige peeks back over at K'len while the wine is being settled on, allowing herself a shy smile before being diverted back to the jewelry by her companion. "Evenin', " she greets brightly as Rolan heads on over. "I was jus' a'lookin' at a few thin's, nothin' in partic'lar. But, well, " and she chews on her bottom lip for a moment, "I was wonderin' if'n y'had any real nice hair clips? Was thinkin' a purty one might come in handy t'wear fer the hatchin' feast or - nice events." "Candidates drinking? I'm pretty sure it's on the 'not allowed' list, but it's been a long time since I was a candidate. It's possible things've changed?" K'len says with an unknowing shrug of his shoulders in Xhaiden's direction. He hands over the marks he's negotiated for a bottle of good wine, and purses his lips as he considers the other tables. But, nothing else seems to catch his eye - appears he's happy with his food and drink. But, as Aeriste appears busy with his negotiations, he wanders over towards the jewelry to see what Paige's looking at. Sabadan nods, "Alright, great. I think I've got what we need to start selling. If you want to stop by tomorrow sometime and drop off your instruments? Are you sure you don't want anything tonight?" "Master Rolan," Aeriste says quite diffidently to Sabadan, "Mentioned choosing taffy for Master Emmi, as I've paid in advance." Rolan nods and pulls out a few hair clips in a variety of styles and prices. He starts with some simple wooden ones, moving up through more elaborately carved ones and finally to some silver. "Feel free to try them on, I'll fetch a mirror." Sabadan ohs and pops up to his feet, "Oh, I can help you with that, let me go get the candy cart." Xhaiden lets out a quiet sigh at the 'unknown' answer of the drinking. "With my luck, as soon as the wine touched my lips, one of our trusting co-ordinators would sweep in and declare me with chores." His head shakes a bit, "not quite worth it." As to his missed calling as a harper he chuckles, "I always thought I'd like to be a seacrafter, but I do enjoy my classes at the Harpers when I'm able." Eyebrows lifting appreciatively, Paige examines the selections that Rolan presents, pale eyes lingering on some of the more elaborate ones and daring to peek toward the silver. "Almost 'fraid t'ask, " she says at last, "but how much're some o'those fancier ones?" Choosing one with an ornate carving, she carefully twists her ponytail up to secure it into a small bun with the clip, turning in anticipation of the mirror's arrival and flushing as K'len approaches. It takes her a few tries, but she finally gets out a breathy, "Hey." "Sorry bud, I don't want to be responsible for telling candidates they can drink either - it'd just earn /me/ more work." K'len says with a helpless shrug, clearly unwilling to get himself more work in the process. He clutches the bottle he has in his hand by the neck, and then crosses his arms to look at Paige's newly made bun. "Hey, looks pretty good on you.." He suggests, and quirks a smile at her, before glancing at Aeriste and chiding, "Going to get me some taffy too?" Rolan shows Paige some of the silver clips and quietly makes some quotes for her, not even inflating them much! "No shirking in the seacraft," Aeriste drawls wryly. "Running around on a deck in bare feet, hauling nets, ropes, sails, cleaning decks. Ask Dekelvai sometime, I'm sure you'll get an earful." And he looks back to Sabadan as the trader returns. He rises, too, and looks to the others. "Oh, so you did find wine, then, K'len-" And at the request, he smiles, and digs into a pocket. "Certainly. I've some extra coin somewhere. I think. Sabadan?" Xhaiden waves his hand to brush the concern away. "It's alright. I don't need it." He shrugs out of the cloak and hangs it up again with some finality. "Now candy, I think that is safe for everyone. Except there was that little exciteable lad...I don't think he should have much in the way of sweetener." A quick look around to be sure he's not insulting the young man to his face. There's a small crinkle of his nose at Aeriste's comment and he snickers, "I'm a candidate aren't I? I think I could handle it." Sabadan wheels the cart up to Aeriste and sets it's legs out. "Sure, whatever you'd like." He opens a rice paper cone and picks up the tongs, "Which ones would you like then?" Paige can't help casting a longing glance at one of the silver clips, even if her expression falters a little at one of the prices. "Dun got quite tha' much, " she admits, sheepish. "What 'bout one o'the wooden'uns? Like this'un I've got on?" Gesture. Picking up one of the silver ones to glance more closely at it anyway, she finally puts it back down with a little sigh, returning the bronzerider's smile bashfully. "Thanks, K'len." Her gaze strays briefly to the bottle he's clutching, but soon enough returns to the shiny clips. Behind her, another girl has peeped in at them, too, and makes to try on one of the simpler ones. Rolan gives another price, then widens his eyes, "Oh! Hold on..." he looks through the boxes of clips and pulls out a simple, but elegant wooden clip with inlaid silver accents, holding it up triumphantly, "You should check out this one, The dark wood and the silver are really nice together, it looks really fancy, but really? There's not that much silver in it, so the price is really comparable to the fancier wooden ones..." Aeriste offers a bit of change to Sabadan, and picks out a suitable amount of taffy for Emmi- "I can't deliver it, so when you're there, please do?" And a handful for the others, too. "You're not getting that cloak?" he asks Xhaiden bemusedly. "I would. Stride about like a Lord Holder, I would." K'len looks between the wooden and the silver clips, then at Paige and back to Rolan. He stifles a bit of a yawn, and a cough afterwards before attempting to get the trader's attention. Attempting to tug him aside for a moment, he then grins at Aeriste. "Keep the taffy for yourself, I'm suddenly not feeling so great. I'm gunna head back to my weyr.. Nice seeing you again though." He offers to Aeriste, and then smiles at Paige, "And you too." Sabadan wraps up the candies for Aeriste to take with him and sets aside the ones to send on to Emmi. "A pleasure doing business with you." Rolan leaves the clip with Paige and curiously moves over to speak with K'len. Xhaiden grins at the question about the cloak and gives one last thought on it before taking it back up again, and folding it over his arm to head to one of the traiders to speak about making the purchase. He does notice K'len making his departure and lifts a hand to wave goodbye to him. "Sorry we didn't get properly introduced. I'm candidate Xhaiden. Do hope you feel better soon." Then he gets back to making his purchase. "Tha'd be perfect, " Paige breathes, admiring the inlay and the contrast with the dark wood. "Might have 'nough fer tha' one." And she promptly switches out the clip in her hair for this new selection, pulling it back out again to examine it more properly. Her smile for K'len is a tad concerned, however, brow furrowing a little. "Oh. Feel better and tell Kalorith hullo fer me; 'twas nice seein' ya again, too." And while Xhaiden takes the cloak over for purchase, she sneaks another glance at it, amused. Nice, but far too fancy for her. Aeriste beams at Sabadan. "Likewise." And he turns to the others, promptly unwrapping the candies so that he might go about a-dispensing. "I'll save you some," he says to K'len. "For sweeps." It's toward Xhaiden that he moves, leaving the bronzerider to his business. K'len finishes whatever business he had with Rolan, and then quirks a smile at Paige. "Oh, I will. A little wine fixes everything." He assures, wiggling the bottle at her and then grinning at Aeriste, "Alright. You coming with me tomorrow morning?" He asks, waiting for the answer before seeking to leave the trader camp. Aeriste nods firmly to K'len; his dismay at flying seems to have vanished over the last few sevendays. "Of course. And," and his tone conveys some asperity, "Don't drink too much. It never leads to any good." K'len meanders through the many colorful wagons, heading out of camp. K'len has left. Samuel meanders along the trail leading into the Sebring Traders' main camp. Samuel has arrived. Rolan holds up a small mirror for Paige and offers her a good deal on the new clip, "What do you think? I think it suits you really well." Xhaiden wraps up his business with the traider, paying perhaps a higher price than he should but without complaint, it is a fanciful item. With a grin he meets Aeriste halfway as he goes to join the others in their shopping. "So, is that your shadow rider then?" He asks curiously and sweeps his cloak onto his shoulders. "I am looking forward to the adventures with mine....though they keep him fairly busy." Paige takes the offered mirror, holding it up and turning a little this way and that while moving it to various angles, trying to get a good view of her prospective purchase. "S'wonderful, " she agrees, handing him back the mirror and digging into her pocket to pay for her new piece. "And can't make no complaint 'bout the price, either. Thank ya!" "He is. Toffee?" And Aeriste holds the package out to Xhaiden. "Who's your rider, then?" Samuel comes ambling through the camp with a pack over his shoulder and a grin on his face. A young lad is pulling him along by the hand and babbling excitedly at him. "Yes, thank you. Alright then. I am glad that he's here. Why don't you run along and tell him that I'm finally here hhmm?" Xhaiden plucks the toffee from the lad's fingers with a momentary twinkle in his eye, "thanks. This is just what I need. And V'delin is my shadow, or I'm his shadow or some such." He munches on the candy as his firelizard lands again on his shoulder, snuggling into the fur along the collar. "So, what bussiness did you decide on? And will your crafthall be disapointed you're working for someone else?" Rolan nods and finishes the trade, "My pleasure, Paige. Glad we could find one for you." He starts to put the others clips away, turning when one of the littles draws his attention. He smiles brightly, "Samuel!" he moves quickly across the circle to greet him with a hug. Samuel gives the boy a ruffle to his hair and then opens his arms to Rolan, "Rolan! Hello there. Shards, you're looking good." After a warm hug and a swift kiss he grins at the others, "So good to be at 'the weyr' again." Nerine meanders along the trail leading into the Sebring Traders' main camp. Nerine has arrived. Paige grins delightedly at Rolan, one hand reaching up to touch the hair clip appreciatively. "S'great, " she reaffirms, nodding. "Y'have a good evenin'." Pocket no longer burning with unspent marks, she ambles idly over to where Aeriste and Xhaiden are chatting, eyes fixated on that cloak. "Tha's some cloak, Xhaiden, " she says, shaking her head admiringly. "Becomes ya well, though. Dun think it'd be so great on me." "I'll be selling harps, and gitars, and drums and pipes. If I go back," Aeriste says to Xhaiden, "I'll just produce for both of them. If I don't, I won't..." His expression betrays a little consternation. "...I'll figure out what to mark what I make as, but they wouldn't sell them anyway at the Hall. Unless- unless riders can be harpers in an Interval, too, like that C'gan..." Beside Xhaiden's lordly figure, cloaked and furred and be-lizarded and splendid, he's like a kind of narrow, pale shadow, bleached and faded. "V'delin's a good man." His gaze skitters to Samuel and Rolan, and then quickly away. He offers the candy to Paige, too. "Toffee?" Rolan smiles, "Thanks, love. It's good to see you as well. Your timings worked out well, I think I'm just about done for the evening. We were pretty busy tonight!" he gestures around to those lingering. Nerine Slips in quickly to the camp approaching the Hairclip stand where Paige had just been standing and whispers something to Rolan. Xhaiden's gaze sharpens a bit as he watches the exchange between the men and his gaze drops slightly away with a small clearing of his throat. "V'delin seems to be a good and straight forward sort and he isn't...pushy." His hand smooths down the front of his cloak and he does a spin to make the bottom flair out like a flower with a soft chuckle to the other candidates. "You could pull it off....Paige, right? Although, I might not pick this color for you. Although, you both might think about getting something warm before the winter really sets in." Samuel squeezes Rolan and sneaks another kiss, blind to any looks he might get. "Are you keeping busy?" Sheepish he hooks his arm with Rolan's but steps aside to let someone else speak to him, "Sorry sweetone. I should have sent the firelizard ahead to warn you I had wrangled time free." "Naw, I couldn', " Paige protests, mouth twitching a little as the other candidate spins to make the bottom flare. "Yeah, not tha' color. Got warm stuff, jus' nothin' fancy and warm." Casting a quick glance upward, she stifles a yawn, pulling her coat a bit more tightly about her. "I think I'll head back, turn in a bit early. I'll see y'all later." Passing Nerine on her way out, she beams brightly at her friend, but continues on for the Weyr proper. |
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