What have we here? {anyone}

[neeuqtar]

It was a beautiful day--bright, sunny, steamy. Travelling up the Weyr-road wasn't really that bad, a nice walk along the river, though the mud could be annoying when the wheels of the cart bogged down. Ramanon clucked to his runner pony, a dingy brown-and-white patched animal who looked entirely bored and didn't step one pace faster. The man chuckled, patting the animal on the side of his neck. A good beast, his Dunk.

The Weyr came into view, a mountain filled with dragons, and Ram's eyes narrowed for a moment, the sun in his eyes. Ah, dragons. A lovely sight, for certain-sure! A canine hove into view, her teats big from the last litter of pups she'd suckled. They'd fetched a fine price, those pups. She yipped, and her sister appeared from the underbrush to the other side, black as midnight. Quite a contrast to the lovely honeysuckle coat of her sister, to be sure.

Ram's cart rattled and clanked as Dunk pulled it up the mountain, along the switchback trail. They soon made it to the top, and carefully, oh-so-carefully, Ramanon led Dunk down the Weyrbowl, the trail wide enough for the cart, with a little bit to spare. The pony was surefooted, and used to small trails, if not exactly a time schedule. But what did Ram have if not time? It wasn't like he had any sort of schedule. Trade for marks and trade-goods, then move on in time. It was the way of the tinker.

"Lackaday, the Weyr!" he called out cheerfully, leading Dunk over to a meadow and letting the little pony loose to get himself a few mouthfuls of grass from the meadow. He locked the wheels in place and propped up the cart, lifting the sides to display his goods. People would come. People always did!

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The Cart

Hello, good people! We have within:

• Various pots, pans, bowls, plates, and beltknives
  
• Dyed leather and wherhide
  
• Spices from many places
  
• Cloth, dyed and undyed
  
• A brown flitter, napping on some cloth
  
• Ribbons for a pretty girl
  
• Beads and various oddments
  
• 3 drums, a flute, and a gitar
  
• Fire-lizard supplies
  
• Small supplies--needles, thread, pins, awls, small knives, etc.
  

For trade and purchase! Haggle well!

[covera]

Covera had been playing her guitar for pleasure, choosing songs she liked to play. Svava and Erro were out for a pleasant flight in the sun, even though they had completely different personalities, the two firelizards were best mates.
Mid-way through a song, Covera was interrupted by chirping and two flashes of green and bronze flying around her head. With a sigh, Covera stopped playing and put the guitar away.
"What is it now my lovelies?" Covera asked and tried to accompany the firelizards with her eyes but it was hard, they were flying so fast.
Erro, the calmer of the two, stopped in mid-air in front of Covera's face and sent an image to Covera's mind.
"There's a tinker in Selenitas?" Covera asked Erro startled and immediately started to search her belongings for marks.

Satisfied that Covera had understood, Erro settled down on the chair Covera had vacated but Svava would have none of that. The energic little green stopped flying around Covera's head and started to tease Erro. First she flew lazily to Erro and then as quick as lighting she pecked him, and before the little bronze had figured out what happened, Svava was a good distance from him.
Squeling in outrage, Erro flew as a quick as he could with his still small wings to follow Svava, but the little green fled from Erro, starting a chase.

Watching her firelizards play, Covera finally found a few marks and left the room.

Finally Covera saw the tinker, a above average man in height. She walked up to him and eyed his products. "Good day, tinker," she said un-emotionally. "Have you got anything interesting for me?" She asked and continued to look at his goods to see if there was something interesting in stock.

[neeuqtar]

"Ah, a lovely lady indeed!" Ram said happily, greeting Covera with a flourished bow. His first customer! How exciting! "Perhaps I could interest you in some of this fine cloth, or perhaps a lovely necklace? But please, look over my wares and see if there is anything of interest to you," he said cheerfully. There was usually some odd trinket for someone to choose, and the knots on her shoulders marked her as a harper. She might like one of the drums, or perhaps the gitar. Ram had picked them because he had thought perhaps they would sell well, but it seemed few had the marks or goods for an instrument.

Ramanon was nothing if not relaxed. He was right at home here, and leaning against his cart, the sun on his face, Dunk tearing grass up noisily, was nothing if not right. Maybe he would stay here for a bit longer than he had originally intended... though time would certainly put his on the move again.

[Tashe]

With her arm in a sling, there was very little the woman could do for the time being, save for walk and read. But today was too warm to stay inside, not only that but the current Weyrlingmaster had invited her to see the Tinker that had recently arrived in the Weyrbowl. Happily accepting the man's offer, the young Queenrider awaits for him at her RiderWeyr, for Millieth's hunger had drawn her away from her Mine. Yawning the female brushed a stray leaf off of her lavender dress...

Raising a hand to her brow, Kaegan glanced up at the blazing sun while she listened to the roaring of the not so distant waterfall. A glint of brown caught her eye, and quicker than she expected, the Brown streak evolved into a dragon and a rider.

Leaping back from the gust the Dragon's wings created, Kaegan smiled at the pair who had alighted upon the ground. Striding over to F'rah and Styth, the Queenrider gratefully accepted the help up into the saddle. Gripping around the Weyrlingmaster's waist as he prepared to take off, Kaegan felt the three of them begin to rise.

"Thank you for inviting me Weyrlingmaster F'rah. If you hadn't asked I wouldn't have gone... since Millieth doesn't care for things like this."

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After a moment of hovering and fiddling with straps, F'rah grinned as Styth took to the sky. It was warm and because of that the Weyrling master dressed in a fawn colored, sleeveless tunic. His medium length, golden brown hair was pulled back into a small ponytail so that it didn't plaster down onto his face.

Feeling the warm wind rush past him, F'rah barely heard the Weyrwoman speak, but it only took a moment to figure out what she had said. Turning back to face her, the Weyrlingmaster smiled kindly. "Its not a problem Weyrwoman Kaegan, its my pleasure. I thought you might need something to occupy your time until you need to meet with Weyrwoman Shmee... you had seemed a little down when you came to me asking about somewhere to stay." Pausing for a moment to wipe a bothersome drop of sweat from his eye, F'rah continued. "You may call me F'rah if you wish, Lady... Oh look we're here."

Dropping out of a steady glide, Styth took the three back down to the earth and toward the little cart that had been set up in the middle of the Mainhall. Taking a few strides upon the ground to slow his progress, the well sized brown wheeled slowly around before inching closer to the cart. Finally coming to a stop, Styth bent a knee so the Weyrwoman didn't have a long way to jump from his back to the ground.

[covera]

Covera raised her eyebrow at Ramanon, why was he so happy? Well, being in Selenitas Weyr would certainly cure him of that, Covera thought, hoping that the Tinker would be so lucky to not to meet Shmee.

"I do not swim in marks, Tinker," Covera said loftily. "But I suppose I have enough for some cloth. I really need some red cloth," she admitted and handled the cloth in the cart interestedly. Covera knew that she had been rude to the Tinker, but she did not care. There were people that Covera put of with, even liked, but the vast majority of the human race did not interest her. So what if the Tinker didn't like her? It was not as if he was going to stay for a long time, Tinkers always come and go.

Covera saw the Jr. Weyrwoman, Kaegan and the Weyrlingmaster, F'rah, arrive on F'rah's dragon. The Harper sighed; now she would have to act polite. She damaged her career if she offended people of high-ranking positions.