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Post by dragon on Feb 17, 2011 22:58:40 GMT -5
At first he had not felt inclined to attend the Gather at all. He didn't really have much use for merriment and the like in his current mood. But somehow Skink managed to pester him into going. If only to shut her up temporarily. Skink did not remember much about the only other Gather she had gotten to attend ... only that it had been lots and lots of mischievous fun. Emoyan had plans to foil any attempts she made to get into trouble this time, but she also had return plans to foil his plans. To stop her, he'd have to catch her first!!!
Mwa ha ha ha ha!
Skink was fast ... faster than most mandyrs. Just as soon as Emoyan's feet hit dirt upon arrival, she was off and gone. He'd tried to catch her, but it was a futile attempt. For about an hour, he'd hunted for her. Tracking her through their bond for lack of any other means.
Right up until he encountered someone who he knew was not there from Selenitas. That person, he was more than certain, had been one of the ones to escape the invasion. Paying more attention to the attendees of the gather, he spotted a few others he knew beyond a shadow of doubt had made it out.
They were not only still alive, they were here! It was refreshing to the soul to know that. At least some of them were making it okay. Not too badly, since they didn't appear to be starving. With that realization, that they were alive, well, and present, Emoyan began to wonder just how many had made it.
Skink forgotten for the time being, he started people-watching. Making mental notes of who he saw. This went on for a few candlemarks as he wandered the gather, until he realized he was looking for one face in particular. Had Darya made it alright? Though ... even if she had, would she even attend the gather? She wasn't exactly the most gather-prone individual he'd ever met.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 18, 2011 18:02:31 GMT -5
For some reason the gather’s theme of romance seemed to be grating on Darya’s nerves a little less now, either that or she was just becoming used to feeling a little miffed by all the décor and the mooncalfing young couples around her. Alright, maybe she was a little sour about the whole romance business, and what of it?
Why was she back at the offensively themed gather? Well what with one thing and another Darya hadn’t got much of her practical things done before, now, once again pet free (Bit and Vrae were with Azrath, apparently the blue dragon was an acceptable ‘father’ for Vrae, and Imp was, of course, staying with Harmony), she might be able to get hold of a few of the items on her list, and hopefully at prices that wouldn’t eat too far into her small stash of marks.
The Selenitas people she encountered in the crowd were observed carefully, it was clear that they weren’t being badly mistreated by the invading forces, and she’d seen a few people she knew, though not to talk to. A few faces she’d like to see were growing conspicuous in their absence though, but she supposed you couldn’t have everything, she’d really like to know if Mortanyal had managed to Impress a dragon yet though, not to mention how disappointed the boy was that it wasn’t a gold. She had tried to tell him, but Mort was the kind of person it was very hard to get through to when you were trying to tell the boy something he didn’t want to hear.
Suddenlt the crowd parted to reveal someone Darya did want to see, and the bluerider grinned, she should have know Emoyan would be here, probably harpering and trying to keep his salamandyr from vanishing down anyone’s shirt. Darya slipped between a few groups of people, glared at a wandering canine until the animal gave up and moved out of her way, and ended up behind her target. ‘Hello stranger, may I inquire who you’re looking for?’ Actually Darya would be quite interested to know that, but probably more interested if she could persuade him to give up and settle for her company.
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Post by dragon on Feb 19, 2011 22:44:22 GMT -5
Emoyan paused to watch in mild curiosity as some excitement of some sort cracked up not too far from where he was. A few too many people were already a touch too licked by the liquor, he was sure. Add to that a little of the more illegal happy stuffs, and anything could happen. Shaking his head, he wandered onward again with no particular destination in mind. He didn't really care where his feet took him, he was watching the people rather than the places that he went. Pausing again for the congestion of people in a cross-path area, he waited for it to clear out enough to make passage easier.
Only ... he heard a voice that sounded awfully familiar coming from behind him. Emoyan turned about eyes coming to rest automatically on the very person he'd been looking for. Well, he never really had been good at finding anything. But being found, he was apparently better at. In a glance he not only took in that she was indeed who her voice said she was, but also that she was healthy and well. No missing body parts or anything terrible like that. "Darya!" He greeted, quite happy to see her. And to know that she was indeed alright.
Reaching out, he dragged her into an impromptu hug whether she wanted to be hugged or not. After a moment he let her go again, and just grinned at her. "It's good to see you again. I was looking for you actually. I had a vague suspicion and okay maybe a small hope you'd be here. Once I started see, well ... you know. Certain other people attending." He gave a vague gesture to the people around them. "How have you been faring? Can I get you something?" Hopefully, something other than a cream-dipped mandyr in the shirt, this time.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 26, 2011 5:07:24 GMT -5
‘Oh, you remember me?’ Darya tipped her head to one side in a birdlike manner; there was a note of challenge in her voice but a larger note of pleasure, foolish as it was she had been slightly worried that Emoyan wouldn’t be pleased to see her, being dragged into a hug, however, went quite some way towards reassuring her. The querying tilt to her head however, remained. ‘And just what are you grinning for?’ she inquired, mostly rhetorically, although she knew that she was grinning back. It was good to know some of the people she cared about were alive, intact, and even well. She’d always felt slightly guilty about choosing to join the evacuation without making sure her friends were all right, even though she would have been pinned in her weyr if she hadn’t left. Logic and emotion often didn’t mix.
‘You were?’ Darya seemed more surprised than anything else that Emoyan had actually been looking for her. ‘I thought you’d be looking for Skink since you appear to be free of mischief makers.’ Yes, Darya had noticed the lack of tiny salamandyrs diving into her clothing, and she felt this was distinct improvement. ‘Yes,’ Darya acknowledged the presence of the other Burimyu folk with a nod as she moved a little closer to the harper and leaned on him in a companionable manner. ‘There’s quite a few of us hiding around.’ Darya didn’t mention where, though Emoyan was a trusted friend the rest of the crowd were somewhat less than trustworthy, especially that woman berating her children at the top of her voice, if that wasn’t the biggest mouth on Pern it had to be close, the woman sounded like an irate foghorn.
Darya raised an eyebrow. ‘Trying to get me drunk again Emoyan?’ She asked archly. ‘I’d prefer it if you didn’t, I might have had fun at that Blossom gather but since I couldn’t remember most of it I don’t intend to repeat the experience.’ Not to mention the fact that wine was at a much higher price here than at Blosssom. ‘I’ll settle for your company, which should be more enjoyable if I’m not completely sloshed.’ The bluerider abruptly stopped leaning on Emoyan and gave the gather another look over, ignoring the crowds as much as possible. ‘So, what do you want to see, or have you seen it all already?’
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Post by dragon on Feb 28, 2011 0:40:05 GMT -5
"Of course I remember you. I don't know as it would be possible to ever forget you." Emoyan answered simply, quite surprised when she took to leaning on him. But he wasn't opposed to that. "Why am I grinning?" He asked. "Well ... finding a friend that I thought was lost isn't reason enough?" Emoyan was happy to see that it didn't bother her too much ... any of it. The hunting for her or the impromptu hug he hadn't exactly gotten permission for first. The grin plastered to her own features was all he needed to see. Being a tad daring, especially considering that he didn't know who she was hanging out with lately, he snaked an arm around her for as long as she cared to lean on him. He could not deny it; he liked having her there.
"I was." He reaffirmed. "Indeed I was. I admit I started out looking for Skink ... I have no idea where she got to." he warned. "But ... well ... my attention shifted along the way." Emoyan agreed. "I imagine she's creating a ruckus somewhere already, watching the aftermath and snickering her evil little snicker." As much as he hated that little 'mandyr, he loved her. He couldn't deny it. "Did everyone make it out alright?" There really was no getting around the question, even if it was hardly the right time to be asking such a thing. He'd sent many of the escapees on their way himself, and it had haunted him to not know whether or not he'd sent them to their deaths for the effort.
"Drunk? No, why? Did I say drink? Or Wine?" He countered. "I said something ... surely you can think of something you'd like other than wine?" he prompted, letting go of her as she stood on her own feet again. "I had no intention of getting you ... 'sloshed'." Emoyan could not deny being somewhat elated that she was happy to have his company. After some of the things he'd heard, he had somewhat doubted she'd really want anything to do with an old dragonless like him. Especially after so long gone off in other parts of the world. "I ... haven't seen much at all actually. I was looking at people, rather than anything else. I do know they've got a pretty good set of squares going at the dancing arena though. Do you dance?" he offered, as a blind jab. As much time as he'd spent trading words and ideas with her, he really had no idea what she liked to do ... other than weird people out to the best of her ability. "I can get you lunch maybe?" he offered, as an alternative. Even though given this was a gather, she had probably already had quite a bit to eat and wouldn't want an actual meal.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Mar 2, 2011 10:19:17 GMT -5
Darya raised an eyebrow. ‘That sounds like something of a backhanded compliment.’ She commented with a grin that was clearly at Emoyan’s expense. For some reason every time she was around the dragonless harper her habit of leaping joyfully on anything that could be taken the wrong way and mentioning it just to tease him, perhaps it was just because Emoyan often took what she said seriously when she did that.
She really did have to chuckle, alright it was probably closer to a snicker, at the image of Skink running around and causing trouble with that smug little look of hers planted firmly on her face. ‘I expect we’ll notice if we come across her. Just look for the most havoc going on in one area and I’m sure she can be found. However I’m slightly glad not to see her, I can live without tiny greens vanishing inside my clothing.’ That thought brought a slight blush to Darya’s skin as she recalled how Skink and Imp had managed to reduce her to helpless giggling and very clearly revealed that she was ticklish.
In the next moment however that was more or less forgotten as Darya took on a serious expression and tried to answer as fully as she could. ‘I don’t know exactly. Azrath was keeping me updated but I don’t really know how many people were trying to get out. All I can say with certainty is that a good proportion of the Weyr did make it out, but I know there were some losses in combat, some of the senior weyrlings, that’s Hepaticath’s last clutch, didn’t make it, and a fair few people were trapped or captured before they could make it out.’ In fact nearly everyone Darya had hoped to see outside the Weyr had still been within it. The thought left her silent for a moment as she rested a little more against Emoyan, seeking a little comfort from her own thoughts in the contact.
Darya rolled her eyes and snorted, shaking off the solemn moment as quickly as she could, mostly because it made her feel uncomfortable. ‘I’m teasing you, Emoyan, you know very well I do that, and yet you still take it seriously.’ Amusement threaded cheerfully through her voice as she explained, although she supposed she didn’t have to. ‘I’m not much of a dancer.’ Darya admitted in response to Emoyan’s inquiry. ‘Not unless you have invulnerable feet anyway, for some reason all the coordination I can display in other areas abandons me in a simple dance. That’s why it amuses me so much that I ever had that outfit made up.’ The bluerider had no doubt that Emoyan would know exactly which outfit she referred to; not that the silver and black skirt and shirt she’d bought at Blossom had made it out with her, in fact it was about as far down the list of things to evacuate with as it could get.
Darya gave a little sigh as she eyed the food stalls, they were her favourite part of any gather, and as such she’d already picked up several things to nibble off of them. ‘As tempting as that is, I don’t think I could eat a full meal right now. I just couldn’t resist the lure of the bubbly pies earlier. I always think they taste better from gather stalls than they do at home don’t you?’ Not that there had been an outbreak of pie recently, even with extra supplies Burimyu didn’t get much in the way of luxury when it came to meals, and what was most often served were dishes that could be frugally made. ‘In fact I just love gather food, all the best of local dishes in one place.’ Darya smiled happily, it was clear she could go on about the food at this gather for quite a while if nothing else.
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Post by dragon on Mar 2, 2011 12:20:15 GMT -5
Seeing her all smiles and grins was such a breath of relief that he couldn't help but smile himself. When she raised an eyebrow at him, it was all he could to to keep from reaching over and smoothing it out for her. But there was no telling what she might think if he started that. So for the time being he kept his hands to himself. "Maybe. How are you going to determine whether or not it was?" He countered. "Besides. Compliments are good things aren't they?"
When she mentioned Skink shirt-diving and then blushed a little, it was all Emoyan could do to not do the same thing. Apparently he was never going to live that one down. Ever. Might as well roll with it! "Does that mean you're completely opposed to taking your shirt off then?" Of course, while it was said in jest, he was fully aware it might end up with his getting slapped.
Not everyone who had fled had made it. That was a saddening and sobering thought. Especially when she specified some of the weyrlings. But she hadn't mentioned anyone else specifically. He could only assume that meant that most of the individuals that would have a better chance of getting it together were still around. They had to have something together, if they were still making it out there. Though where they could possibly be he had no idea; but he also knew better than to ask. Emoyan was silent for a time, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she leaned on him, offering what comfort he could. It wasn't much, for there really wasn't anything he could do about the situation.
He wiggled his toes inside his boots thoughtfully. "Last I checked my feet were fairly vulnerable." He mused. "But I have also learned that boots are pretty darn good at protecting them." Emoyan offered with a grin. But he wasn't going to ask her to do something she didn't want to do. "That was a nice outfit, too. I bet would have quite nice for dancing." Even if it had been plenty nice to see it come off, too. That was beside the point and quite off topic. "I can get you a new outfit if you like?" He offered. "I saw lots of places that were selling some nice things..."
"I happen to agree with you there - gather pies are far better than hall pies. I have no idea why ... maybe they're spiked with something." Emoyan joked. Whether or not it might be true really was not something he wanted to think on. Gathers were something where anything could happen. "So, let me get this right..." he started playfully, with a twinkle. "No getting you sloshed." he ticked it off on a finger. "No dancing." another finger. "And no making you fat." he finished with a flourish. "So what does that leave?" While he was definitely teasing her in all good fun, he really was curious what she would like to do. Or see. "I can always have Rascal hunt down Skink for our amusement?" He play-threatened.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Mar 9, 2011 15:36:32 GMT -5
Darya’s head fell to one side in that birdlike gesture of inquiry she was so fond of making. ‘Just how would I tell?’ She asked with a wry smile. ‘You’re a harper, you can probably twist words into meanings they didn’t even know they had. So how could a simple type like myself ever hope to determine what you really mean?’ Darya tried to keep a straight face to go with the teasing accusation but it wasn’t a successful effort, there were still definite traces of mirth in her expression no matter how she tried to erase them.
With Emoyan’s next question any hope of keeping her expression neutral vanished as Darya burst into slightly shocked laughter. She really hadn’t been expecting that kind of inquiry from him, Emoyan was normally a gentleman to the point of being ridiculous. ‘You know if you’re so offended by my shirt you can just ask me to take it off rather than encouraging your salamandyr to leap in there. It’s so much easier, particularly since Skink isn’t here right now.’ She responded once she got her sense of humour under control.
Darya was glad that Emoyan chose not to ask anything further, she didn’t have any specific names for most of those who didn’t make it, and to be honest she didn’t think there was much more she could say, some of those lost weyrlings had probably been Emoyan’s students, and Darya had never been good at offering comfort, or accepting it for that matter. Even as she felt the arm wrapped around her shoulders her primary thought was that she was glad he wasn’t asking what the escapees were up to, he had to have figured out that they were mostly organised and somewhere secure.
The bluerider’s eyebrow twitched up in a doubtful expression. ‘I don’t know, I never really felt that comfortable in it when I was sober.’ She ignored the possible vulnerabilities of Emoyan’s feet to comment on the outfit, feeling that it would be the safer topic of the two, it was either that or point out that she, too, was wearing boots, and she didn’t want to totally put Emoyan off of spending time with her. ‘I suppose it would have done, if I’d been able to carry it off of course.’ It didn’t seem likely that she’d have been able to dance any better in it, but the outfit had been designed for dancing in, and it did at least look good when she’d moved in it.
Darya gave a single solemn nod. ‘Yes, they probably dust the pies with some kind of happy powder.’ She agreed, although it probably wasn’t true. ‘But does it really matter as long as everyone’s happy?’ Darya tried to give Emoyan an innocent look, but it didn’t look very natural on her. ‘And definitely no salamandyrs vanishing into my clothing.’ She added onto the end Emoyan’s mock list of things not to do. ‘You’ll have to find another excuse if you want to get my shirt off me. I don’t mind dancing if you don’t mind having a partner that’s liable to leave you with crushed feet, you won’t be able to hand me off to anyone else though. It’s that terrible. There’s some very nice things out around the gather too, although I am slightly broke. We should go and look anyway though, and a trip to the weavers stall might not be a bad idea of yours.’ Not that she could really afford anything as outlandish as her last set of dancing clothes, but maybe she could find something that would double up as some slightly nicer everyday clothing as well. ‘Unless you’ve suddenly been struck by a much better idea?’ she inquired, curious as to what he might come up with.
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Post by dragon on Mar 11, 2011 21:06:37 GMT -5
Emoyan grinned slightly, and winked at her. "Trust me, you'd know. While, yes, I am a Harper, I am actually not that skilled at things like histories and poems or word games. Just about all I'm good for is a little bit of music, and the occasional dance." He admitted, with a tiny hop-skip mock imitation of such a thing. Either way, it didn't really matter. It was just good to know Darya and the others were alive, to get to spend some time with her, and even better, see her happy.
His grin only broadened slightly at her gale of unrestrained laughter. It sort of sounded like she was in danger of stressing a rib or three, the way she was getting after it. But laughter was good for the soul, and it was fun to just watch her be so amused. "You know, I really wasn't planning on encouraging Skink into anything. But I'll keep that in mind." he agreed, with a wink. He might be a more civilized and well mannered fellow than most, but he was still a red-blooded male. To be sure he would certainly remember! Especially since it was her idea and he had permission to say such a thing now.
"Carry it off? Sure seemed to me you did a just fine job of that, to me." Emoyan commented. "You were quite lovely in it." He paused a moment, then agreed with her, ticking off another finger for no salamandyrs in her clothing. "Alright then ..." He chuckled, and looked around, before sneaking an arm through hers. "This way, I think." taking her in that direction, Emoyan hunted up some of the weaver stalls. "It doesn't matter if you're slightly broke." He assured her. "I'm not! And here. Just in case there's something else you might need, too." Reaching into a pocket, he fished out a handful of marks and handed those to Darya, curling them into her hand with a look that said he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He could only imagine what life out there was like, and figured she would most certainly like to get a few things to take back with her. To make it easier. "Now let's find you something you'd like to have." He gestured at the stall. While he certainly wasn't made of marks, he had more than a few to spare. He didn't often buy anything at all, after all. Maybe later he could talk her into a dance, and maybe he'd be able to teach her a bit about it. But for now, if she wanted clothes, he'd get her clothes.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Mar 18, 2011 11:21:43 GMT -5
‘Oh that’s what you say now,’ Darya teased, giving Emoyan a little poke, ‘but how do I even know that’s true?’ His strange little impromptu dance step had her smiling and shaking her head. She probably shouldn’t make fun of Emoyan so much, but she just couldn’t help it.
Darya just gave Emoyan an amused look for being so enthusiastic and decided to leave the subject of her shirt alone for the time being, it was the kind of topic that tended to come around time and again anyway. Instead she gave Emoyan another poke when he commented on how she looked in that outfit, which was really turning out to be a good conversation starter if it hadn’t been anything else. ‘If you keep on with these compliments I won’t be able to fit my ego through doors anymore.’ She joked, though she certainly sounded pleased.
Darya hardly needed leading towards the weaver’s stall, the wares on display were certainly eye catching and showed evidence of being carefully arranged not to clash, however she didn’t object to the harper’s arm snaking though hers at all. Just as she was about to object that she couldn’t go around mooching off people even if she was stuck out in the back of beyond Darya felt Emoyan curling her hand around a handful of marks, and gave him a startled look, indignation beginning to rise in her. Emoyan’s expression was an interesting study, and clearly sent across the message that trying to refuse was just going to embarrass both of them. With a soft sigh the bluerider leaned her head against Emoyan’s shoulder for a moment. ‘Thank you, I hope I can do something nice for you sometime. If doesn’t seem too likely I’ll be able to pay you back in the near future.’
Darya let herself be distracted by the wares on display at the first of the weavers’ stalls, ignoring the brightest of the colours and most flamboyant of the styles, although she did appreciate the sheer vibrancy of some of the fabrics on display. For a short while she just walked along and looked, but when it came to fabrics Darya’s urge to touch the goods for sale always overwhelmed her so she pulled away from her companion to run her fingers down the seam of a skirt in a gleaming copper brown shade, curious about the sheen to the fabric more than anything else, although if Emoyan really wanted to dance something like that might be nice, or at least distract onlookers from laughing at her too much. Pulling her hand away from the finely woven fabric turned out to be something of a problem as it caught on the roughened skin of her hands and generally irritated her. Okay, not that particular material, she decided as she finally managed to free herself without damaging the fabric or her skin, but that was a nice colour, and not even too dark, Darya seemed to recall something about Emoyan not liking her in black.
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Post by dragon on Mar 19, 2011 22:29:35 GMT -5
"Wellllll...." Emoyan drawled the word out as if it had no end, giving it a very thoughtful sound. "I guess you don't." He surmised. "You'll just have to trust me." He concluded, with a grin and a wink. It was good to see her happy, even if it was only momentary ... and even if it took his being silly to bring those smiles about. He could do that, most assuredly. He registered the poke only with enough thought to twinge and cover the spot. It didn't stop anything he was doing or thinking. But repeated poking was starting to get his attention. "Are you trying to find out where my ticklish spots are?" he accused with a grin. "I daresay you're abusing the ... uh ... ribs over here."
"Oh don't worry. I am sure I can manage to figure out how to wiggle you through any given doorway. Even if it means picking you up and carrying you through to get the job done." Emoyan assured her, a mischievous twinkle making itself known. "Come on, it's not that bad. Besides, would you really rather I lie to you? You know I'm no good at lying."
A pleased smile crossed his features as Darya accepted the marks he gave her without a word of protest. Though he'd seen it flickering across her face for a moment. He wrapped an arm around her and gave her a gentle half-hug when she leaned on him afterward. "Don't worry about it. I don't want you to pay me back, nor am I intending to buy any favors off you. Just use it for whatever necessaries you are in need of." He clarified. "No debts."
Emoyan released her as she pulled away to go inspect various articles, smiling slightly as she had to touchy feely. Watching her have to disentangle her fingers from a particular fabric was somewhat interesting, but he didn't bother her. He understood how working hands could have that effect on some fabrics. She seemed to like it, right up until it played velcro with her fingerprints. He wondered if it was the color or the cut she liked, looking around to see if there were any similar articles that might not cling so badly to her skin. But there sure were a lot of options available.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Mar 30, 2011 15:31:28 GMT -5
‘No. If I want to find out if you’re ticklish I’ll wait until Skink runs down your shirt.’ Darya responded, poking her tongue out of in a highly mature fashion, it was bound to happen eventually, even if Skink did seem to like her shirt better. ‘I just think you deserve poking, although I guess I could find another place to poke. As for fitting me through doors, my ego could become quite heavy as it get larger, so I hope you brought specialist lifting equipment. Mind you this is a mining hold I’m sure they’ll have something you could borrow.’ Darya’s head tipped to one side again, as if considering. ‘You might be so good at lying that I never notice.’ She added playfully. ‘Perhaps you’ve discovered the perfect mix of truth and lies.’
Darya gave a twisted half smile and shifted her gaze to look up at as much of Emoyan’s face as she could see with her head on his shoulder. ‘I’m not sure what useful favours you could buy from me at the moment anyway, so I wasn’t expecting you to ask for any. I do have a bit of pride that gets in the way of accepting honest gifts sometimes. You may even have noticed.’
Wandering the stalls Darya was only slightly aware that she had left Emoyan waiting, it had been quite a while since she’d had a choice of more than three shirts that were actually hers but in the end Darya’s impatient nature drove her to make her choices quickly, and her dreadful bargaining skills lead her to pay the marked price for everything without even a token attempt to haggle.
‘Okay I’m done here, sorry for keeping you wait around so long.’ Darya returned to stand beside Emoyan with a pile of wrapped clothing in her hands. ‘If you still want to go dancing I have something to wear now, although I’m still wearing boots so your feet are still in danger.’ The bluerider happily avoided telling her friend what she’d bought, and wondered where the hell she was going to change into it, not to mention when she was going to be able to dump most of this on Azrath.
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Post by dragon on Mar 31, 2011 16:05:02 GMT -5
"Until Skink runs down my shirt. Hm. Okay. I think she quit doing that after the first time and I almost killed her smacking her for it. I thought she was a bug." Emoyan remarked. "So you might be waiting a while for that one." After that particular incident both of them had been laid up for a few days in mortal agony. Skink, because she'd just been smacked flat, and Emoyan because Skink wouldn't let him forget it either, making sure he felt every twinge she did. Evil little snot. "What? Me? Need specialist lifting equipment? Are you saying I haven't been working out enough and have gotten flabby?" Emoyan countered, good naturedly.
"Pride has its place. But there are also times where it can be a hindrance to survival." Emoyan answered, with a slight nod. "I certainly have a vested interest in keeping you alive and well, so I guess you could say it was a dishonest gift? Since I have a selfish motive behind it. Would that help you any at all?" he asked, with an amused glimmer. Of course his answer was still going to be the same; he'd given it to her, she was keeping it. Whatever the pronounced motivation was, the outcome would be the same.
It didn't bother him a bit to wait on her as she shopped, being completely content to just watch and stay out of the way. Her lack of haggling did surprise him, in that she had limited marks and no new ones coming in. But not enough that he said anything. Some people just didn't haggle. He was one of them. But he also still had an income ... such as it was. He really wasn't officially part of the Weyr anymore, so far as he figured. What with not being a rider anymore, and now nolonger the candidate master. Now, he just earned what he could through his Harper craft. But at least he had an income.
"It was no problem. Are you sure you got everything you need?" Emoyan asked. But the statement about dancing derailed that thought train. "Sure. I'd be delighted to take you dancing anyway." He answered with a grin. "Do you want me to carry that?" He asked, just to be polite. Though at this point he was sure beyond a shadow of doubt that she was more than likely stronger than he was. It just seemed the right thing to do, to offer.
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 20, 2011 15:19:36 GMT -5
Darya snorted her amusement on Skink getting squashed, somehow she just couldn’t imagine the green being thrilled to bits about that. Shame it didn’t keep her out of other peoples clothing though. ‘I don’t think swatting her like a bug is going to work for me.’ Darya commented idly, even though the conversation had moved on a little. ‘I’ll just avoid her as much as I can.’ Another snort, this one drawn out in a long suffering manner to express her exasperation with Emoyan. ‘If that’s the way you want to take it, go right ahead.’ She said, thoroughly giving up on repartee, no doubt she’d think of the perfect answer in twenty minutes time when the chance to use it had long passed.
‘Oh well if it’s a dishonest gift spiked with a little good old selfishness I guess I can swallow my pride.’ Darya graced her friend with a twisted little smile. ‘I always knew you had some enlightened self-interest in you somewhere. And that’s a backhanded compliment for you.’ Darya resisted the urge to stick her tongue out again, not in case, as her father had sometimes averred, the wind changed and she stayed that way but simply because she’d like Emoyan not to think her totally immature and odd. Of course she failed factor her earlier behaviour and their previous encounters into that thought, no matter how much she tried to be serious there was something about Emoyan that just brought out her mischievous side.
Darya shifted her clothing bundle in her arms a little and gave Emoyan a doubtful look. ‘Really? I can barely stand waiting for myself to finish shopping. I have no patience with the whole business really. So if I forgot something I’ll just have to do without it.’ An odd statement for someone who probably wouldn’t be able to buy anything else for a while perhaps, but Darya was far more interested in having some fun, possibly at everyone else’s expense.
‘Well they’re your feet, don’t say I didn’t warn you.’ Darya shrugged. ‘Stop trying to be so damned polite too, I’m sure I can manage my own pile of clothes, although I do need to find somewhere to change. I’m afraid this outfit is nowhere near as unique as the last one though.’
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Post by dragon on May 11, 2011 22:49:11 GMT -5
Emoyan grinned a bit. "I can take a backhanded compliment I guess. Especially if that's the only kind I'm going to be getting." He teased, good-naturedly. He walked with her as she carried her bundles, wishing he could help her with them. But she had stated that she not only didn't want him carrying them, she didn't want him offering either. Women were so confusing and strange at times. Okay ... maybe most of the time. So, as she wished, he left her to it.
"Oh I don't mind. The dance itself makes up for all the mashed toes, I promise." He answered with a grin. "This way, I believe there are some changing tents and what not." Since he couldn't help her with her bundles, he instead guided her with a hand on her elbow. Hopefully that wouldn't offend her any. But it would allow her to concentrate on not dropping her things while he did her navigating, watching for passerbys and all the rest of it.
"It's hard to get unique from a clothing vendor, a lot of what they have is cut of the same bolt, I'm sure." Emoyan responded. "But something doesn't have to be unique to be eye catching or pretty." A few more turns and he let go of her elbow. "Here we are. You should be able to change over there in that shroud." Emoyan pointed out a smallish tent that was erected expressly for people in just Darya's position. New clothes that they wanted to put on to wear for the gather ... or in some cases, costumes.
"I'll be right here when you get done." He promised with a smile. He was somewhat curious what she'd bought, and even more interested in seeing what she looked like in it. But even more than that, he was looking forward to the dance she'd albeit reluctantly agreed to.
While he waited for her, he heard an all too familiar chirp, followed by tiny talons clambering their way up his leg. "There you are." Emoyan responded, not even bothering to catch Skink as she scrambled up his side and into a pocket.
Meanieface leave behind. Hardcatch, no find. Bad follow. Meanieface too distracted, Meanieface distracted by Uglyface. Skink commented sourly.
Emoyan only chuckled. "Eloquent today, aren't we?"
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