Post by Tashe on Feb 26, 2009 21:17:55 GMT -5
Weaving then Armory Cart
"Soleil, haw!" Grinning as her young Canine turned to the left, the Bluerider stepped around the corner of the tent, taking her eyes off of the pup for a few moments. Unfortunately it took only those few moments for the young dog to get into something. "ON BY. HEEL." Meeting Soleil halfway, Saraina frowned before looking down at the little male. His eyes had been the thing to seal the deal when she had bought him, and now they were the thing to keep him mostly out of trouble. They were just so crystalline blue... Starting back to reality, she looked to the woman in the open tent that her Canine had been harassing. "Sorry Mum. 'E didn't mean no 'arm."
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"Saarra! Sara?"
"Saraina?" Placing a hand on his hip, the Brownrider sighed irritably. He was supposed to be escorting his cousin and his old pupil, but so far, the young Bluerider had given them the slip twice already.
"There they are!"
"Good eyes Gi." So her Canine had gotten into trouble again. Shaking his head slightly, the Brownrider stepped over a tent peg and made his way toward the Weaver's stall. At least they had gotten to the Tent which they had intended to get to. The Caravan coming around was always a spectacle, and a chance to spend some saved up Marks. In fact, he intended to surprise the two girls with a present, since he had somehow forgotten to get each of them a birthday present... probably because he had been so busy at the time.
"Now Sara! You need to control that Canine."
"'E's only a pup! Dontcha go wailin' on me for not 'aving 'im properly trained."
"Girls! Shush!" Raising his voice as he had done when he had been Weyrlingmaster, the two women fell silent with a sour look, turning their backs slightly on each other. After he made sure that the two girls wouldn't burst into an argument, the Brownrider turned to the merchant with his famous smile. "I'm deeply sorry for the disruption." He paused, his attitude cheery. "I do hope this won't mar my chance to order two custom made dresses."
"Soleil, haw!" Grinning as her young Canine turned to the left, the Bluerider stepped around the corner of the tent, taking her eyes off of the pup for a few moments. Unfortunately it took only those few moments for the young dog to get into something. "ON BY. HEEL." Meeting Soleil halfway, Saraina frowned before looking down at the little male. His eyes had been the thing to seal the deal when she had bought him, and now they were the thing to keep him mostly out of trouble. They were just so crystalline blue... Starting back to reality, she looked to the woman in the open tent that her Canine had been harassing. "Sorry Mum. 'E didn't mean no 'arm."
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"Saarra! Sara?"
"Saraina?" Placing a hand on his hip, the Brownrider sighed irritably. He was supposed to be escorting his cousin and his old pupil, but so far, the young Bluerider had given them the slip twice already.
"There they are!"
"Good eyes Gi." So her Canine had gotten into trouble again. Shaking his head slightly, the Brownrider stepped over a tent peg and made his way toward the Weaver's stall. At least they had gotten to the Tent which they had intended to get to. The Caravan coming around was always a spectacle, and a chance to spend some saved up Marks. In fact, he intended to surprise the two girls with a present, since he had somehow forgotten to get each of them a birthday present... probably because he had been so busy at the time.
"Now Sara! You need to control that Canine."
"'E's only a pup! Dontcha go wailin' on me for not 'aving 'im properly trained."
"Girls! Shush!" Raising his voice as he had done when he had been Weyrlingmaster, the two women fell silent with a sour look, turning their backs slightly on each other. After he made sure that the two girls wouldn't burst into an argument, the Brownrider turned to the merchant with his famous smile. "I'm deeply sorry for the disruption." He paused, his attitude cheery. "I do hope this won't mar my chance to order two custom made dresses."
