[Caravans/Starcrafter Tent] Snap. Crackle. Pop.

[glamourie]

"What should I buy?"

Who the question was posed to was anyone's guess. It could have been a passerby, or simply no one in particular, but more likely, R'wign was speaking to the firelizard fair surrounding him. Checkoth was too large to approach the cluster of caravans and get a better look, so in retaliation, the brown decided it was necessary that every single firelizard that looked to R'wign explore the gather and show him what was there. So it was that even Collision was aloft, trailing behind R'wign like an entourage. Roxie flew ahead of him, dancing through the air as if she owned it; while on her wings, she was graceful. It was the landing part that hurt her. The males all flew around R'wign at either side and behind. He was most efficiently surrounded, which made sifting through the people useful; most crowds got out of the way from an irritable screech offered by Roxie. She was loud.

If one ignored the cluster of firelizards around him, it might almost seem like R'wign was trying to blend in. He was dressed in little more than a pair of black slacks and a gray-green tunic with gold accenting; it was nice enough but nothing fancy. Slung over his shoulder was a bag filled with treats for his menagerie (specifically three meatrolls) alone; there was plenty of room to carry back anything he decided to buy. Unfortunately, R'wign usually spent all of his Gather time at the food stall, gorging himself sick on bubbly pies. Ever since the poisonings began, though... he'd been reluctant. For once, he intended to shop... he just didn't know what to shop for.

It was sorely tempting to buy someone a rooster, just for the jokes.

Shaking his head, R'wign stopped and folded his arms behind his head. His gaze fell on a stall that appeared to be patterned with stars. It was new - not one he'd ever seen before. Curious. Hazard glided over and landed on his shoulder delicately, while the two blues moved to perch on a table nearby. Roxie, to R'wign's great embarrassment, flew directly into the side of the tent and let loose with a deafening shriek. Her claws dug into the material and she spiraled downward into a tiny green heap on the ground next to it - unharmed, but greatly upset. Even though she was over two turns old (and therefore by far the oldest of R'wign's firelizards), she still couldn't land at all.

In his distraction with Roxie, the brown weyrlingrider did not notice an added weight to his bag, or K'lir walking past him. If he had, he might have immediately launched into checking his bag in anxiety. Alas, R'wign half-dashed over to the side of the stall, set his bag down and scooped Roxie up into his hands. The green thrashed for a moment before looking up at him, wings spread out beneath her, eyes whirling scarlet. She gave a lot squawk of agitation, and then bounced up onto his shoulder opposite Hazard. Her tail flicked toward the stall itself and her meaning was clear: pick that one.

It IS pretty, Checkoth agreed, picking up on the firelizard's meaning. He was getting very good at that, and sometimes R'wign found it disorienting. No one could say the brown wasn't intelligent. Naive, but not unintelligent. What kind of things do you think they sell in there?

"Not sure." Talking aloud may have been bizarre, but did he care? Nope. "I guess we can go look and see, since Roxie decided to attack the tent. Let's just hope no one, uh.. realizes she did it, I don't know if I can afford to repair that..."

[nightingale]

And then the bag chirped.

Well, it wasn’t really a chirp -that would imply that the sound was crisp and clear. While this noise was definitely of the chirping variety, it was also muffled and plaintive. In truth, it was not so very different from a baby bird calling to it’s mother for nourishment.

The bag chirped again and shook slightly.
A bag that thought it was a bird. Peculiar, no?

[glamourie]

Gathering his bag, the Healer stood back up. He carefully dusted his knees and hands off on his pants, a make-shift cleaning job but it would do. He shoved the strap of his bag back over his shoulder, careful not to dislodge Hazard in the process. The brown accommodated him by taking to wing briefly before landing right back on his shoulder, soundless and elegant. Roxie growled at the male, obviously irritated by his show of landing prowess in comparison to her, but fortunately (for R'wign), he did not take the bait. Hazard was very even-tempered most of the time -- and of R'wign's fair, he was usually the one most reliable to keep the others in line. Collision and Roxie were a match made for nightmares... and Stumpy was thoroughly crushing on Millieth. In short: the healer often felt like his head was about to explode. That was one of those moments. However, Roxie's growling subsided after a moment, and he turned to walk around toward the flap leading into the tent when --

Chirp.

What was that? R'wign blinked twice and looked over his shoulder, certain he'd heard something. He froze right in front of the entrance to the tent, not quite going in, and flicked his gaze to Roxie accusingly. The sound he heard was suspiciously like some kind of bird, and of his fair, she was the best at impersonating them when she wanted to. Though, it could have been further away for they were outdoors and there were plenty of birds around to make racket. One stall was even selling them so why he was surprised was beyond him. He blamed it on the proximity to the stall that the green had nearly wrecked -- or at least, he initially did. However, that one glance at the firelizard on his shoulder made him quirk his eyebrows in surprise, and his suspicions of her responsibility were washed away instantly. Roxie's expression was one that R'wign didn't like at all.

"What's wrong?"

The green's wings arched as she eyed the bag, almost contemptuously. Her earlier agitation flared back into life and she hissed openly at the bag, as if in defiance. Hazard cocked his head, intrigued, and glided down to perch on the side of it. The blues both appeared to be ignoring them (Collision even curled up right in his spot and, from R'wign's half-glance, the healer was betting he'd fallen asleep) but the two closest to the bag had an interesting enough reaction to make R'wign falter. He stepped away from the entrance (so as not to be a fire hazard) and then pulled his bag in front of him.

Open it! Checkoth insisted, clearly fascinated. I want to know what sort of bag chirps. Is it made with special threads, R'wignmine? Where did you buy it? Can we get riding gear that chirps too? I want chirping riding straps, that would be neat! Behruth would be so jealous. We would have to get him some too. R'wignmine? The brown weyrling paused in his stream of excited questions as he picked up on a hint of anxiety from his rider. Wasn't that odd! Shouldn't he have been excited to have such a wonderful and special bag as to chirp? R'wignHis must not have realized his fortune. Or maybe something else was the problem? Waving his tails curiously, he asked, What's wrong, R'wignmine?

R'wign fidgeted with the flap of his bag, hesitant to open it. "Bags don't chirp unless something is inside them, Checkoth," he explained with a slight shake of his head. "Which means there's something in there. I just... am reluctant to look and see what." With his luck it'd be a bloody hen or something. Bombard him with constant eggs. "It doesn't feel that heavy, though..." Between Roxie's growling, Hazard's fluting, and Checkoth's curiosity, though, he couldn't resist opening the flap to peek in and see the source of the chirping...

[nightingale]

The bag’s tiny occupant squinted miserably up at R’wign as a sudden flood of daylight crashed into her eyes. She chirped again, the sound small and pitiful as she tried hopelessly to extricate herself from the remnants of her eggshell. She was sprawled awkwardly amid the jagged shards, and had managed to get one of her feet stuck inside of a meatroll, which was now slick with amniotic fluid. One of her wings was pinned beneath her -the other she held tightly against her shivering body. The little thing looked properly miserable.

Oh, she was so pleased that Hers had found her! It was very dark in this place, and she would quite prefer to be outside...and perhaps Hers would feed her as well? The walls of her egg had been very thick and pushing them open had made her very hungry! The queen flitter chirped once again, flaring her free wing in the hope that R’wign would unstick her from her current predicament, for she was most embarrassed!

[glamourie]

Blink. Blink. R'wign froze. His entire body tensed up as a glint of light shimmered off what appeared to be golden hide, and his stomach did a complete flip-flop. Gold. Gold? No no. Mistake. Not firelizard. Not firelizard. He'd been careful. He stayed away from the egg stall (because for some reason if he so much as looked at firelizard eggs they seemed to hatch and chase him down no matter how fast he ran) and yet - yet - how ...? It didn't make any sense. He certainly hadn't bought any eggs, Zesa's already hatched, so how -- how did an egg get in his bag? Of all the places! He hadn't left it alone for very long, it couldn't have been there more than a candlemark - how - how - The frantic questions repeated themselves over and over in the back of his mind as he stared at the little gold creature in his bag. The look on his face was a mingling of horror and confusion, with some wonder underneath it all - but mostly just outright puzzlement. To any onlooker, he must have appeared comical. Roxie's growling was growing louder and louder steadily, until R'wign actually reached up with one hand (the other holding the bag) to swat her off. She shrieked in outrage and disappeared between, leaving R'wign and Hazard staring at the firelizard.

QUEEN! A mini-Milli! Checkoth's excitement was enough that R'wign's horror was temporarily abated. We have a shiny! Oh, oh, R'wignmine, we have a shiny! Just think, now - now - during the day there will always be shinies in the infirmary! Oh oh, we must show Behruth -- we must show him!

"Glad to know someone is pleased," R'wign said absently as he flopped down on the ground. His legs crossed and he moved the bag to his lap before carefully pushing the flap off the top, so as to allow easier access. One hand moved up to shield the firelizard from the glaring sun. The fresh wave of hunger flaring through him was almost crippling. With his free hand, R'wign reached down to crack the egg the rest of the way. The sound was audible as he pushed the shell off of the little firelizard queen, being careful not to hurt her in the process. As soon as she was free, she flapped her wings until they were dry. Each movement was dainty and graceful, but exaggerated; she was obviously still awkward in her own hide. "You're going to get me in so much trouble, little one - you know that? Marra's going to kill me if I bring home a queen, and Roxie will never let it go..."

Sweetly, Hazard fluted and leaned down to tear up one of the meat rolls with his claws. The tender meat was rendered into shreds with startling ease, and the little queen turned to look at him as though for permission. Her gaze flicked between Hazard and R'wign, much to the surprise of the brown firelizard. Her hunger was nearly overwhelming! Frowning, R'wign nodded, and Hazard chirruped his approval. "Go on," he said softly, nudging her toward the torn up meat with his hand. That one movement made Stumpy glide over to investigate, and when his gaze fell on the little female, he fluttered his wings in delight. Two out of four so far... and Collision was down for the count; he'd find out about her later, R'wign supposed. "Go on and eat. Hazard doesn't mind tearing it up for you, do you, Hazard? - So helpful." Gently patting the brown on the head, R'wign leaned back against one of the tent posts and watched the hatchling eat. He really was in a lot of trouble...

Roxie will get over it! Checkoth's 'voice' came from right behind him and R'wign jumped slightly, then turned his head to look... at his dragon. The brown had managed to squeeze himself into the caravan area, and though it was a tight fit, he was able to move around enough to leave. He could fly if worse came to worse. His eyes whirled rapidly in his excitement and he leaned forward to get an actual look at the newest addition to their fair, while R'wign sighed in exasperation at him. Pretty shiny, pretty! What will we name her? I think she should be... Millieth.

It was very tempting to tell Checkoth squeezing into the caravan assembly was not the best idea. However, he didn't for one simple reason: relief. The closer Checkoth was, the better he felt. Marra would probably be mad. It didn't matter, though, because Checkoth liked her, and so did Hazard, and so did Stumpy. And so did he, even though he was loathe to admit it. R'wign rolled his eyes and looked up at the brown dragon with a playful smile. "Millieth as a name is taken, Check. Do you really like her...?" The confirmation he got came in the form of Checkoth nuzzling him adoringly, and R'wign smiled. "Marra's going to kill me.. but at least she's cute."

And then it dawned on him: She was much worse than a hen.

[Tashe]

She really shouldn't have given Gina the slip, but Kaegan had grown tired of listening to the Greenrider debate with the weaving woman over the quality of a certain died fabric. The other girl wouldn't miss her anyways, not when she was so absorbed in trying to prove her vast knowledge of knitting to the older woman. Plus, she had Azaran with her, he could get help if anything happened. Clasping her hands behind her back as she quietly wove her way through the wagons, the Goldrider was happy that she followed through with the idea of dressing casually. Today she wore a nicely fit black dress with airy sleeves, and dark brown ankle boots. Her hair was pinned halfway back with a silver flower, keeping the curls away from her face. Other than the hairpin, Kaegan wore no jewelry, her Bronze Flitter being enough decoration as it was.

Stepping carefully over a broken piece of wood, the Weyrwoman paused as Azaran flashed her an image of a particular tent. "You want me to go there? Alrighty... I just hope it isn't the egg tent. I'm not getting you another Dragon friend. Though, I won't mind if I got an Avian..." Looking to the left, the direction in which her flitter was facing, Kaegan slipped between a tent and a wagon, slowly making her way over to the colored tent her Bronze had seen. "The Starcrafter tent? Whats a Starcraf---" A voice made her pause at the corner and peek around it. R'wign? And what did he have? Waiting till he turned his head, Kaegan made her move and stepped quietly around him so she could approach his elbow, hopefully unseen by the Human... it would have been rather difficult to hide herself from the gaze of Checkoth, who seemed to have somehow squeezed his way through the tents. "Did somebody say Millieth?" Smiling as she finally caught sight of what the man had, the Weyrwoman lit up considerably. "Oh my little green dragons! R'wign, is that a baby Gold?"

Apparently it was, since Azaran was throwing a fuss on her shoulder and quite unaware of Roxie's absence, he always liked flirting with the green.

[glamourie]

That -- that was Millieth's! Checkoth's eyes whirled happily, but he did not draw attention to her immediately. He was smart enough to pick up on the fact that she was sneaking. Oh-so-sneaky! Like Roxie when she decided to scurry around underneath and between things. He wouldn't tell because sneaking always had funny results. Sometimes, R'wignHis would squawk like a firelizard and he turned funny colors! It was always amusing when R'wignHis was startled. He resisted the urge to croon and nudge Kaegan, but his tails wiggled rapidly, both of them twisting about behind him as if sentient beings with their own agenda. Sometimes Checkoth's tails were more expressive than his eyes - a unique trait among dragons to be sure.

Speaking made R'wign jump, and the brownrider stumbled forward. He slumped over his bag, clutching the little gold protectively in his hands. She wriggled in surprise, a piece of meat still latched in her mouth, and her gaze fell warily on the source of her humanthing's confusion. Hazard chirruped in greeting to Kaegan, and R'wign blinked twice before looking around. He wasn't embarrassed about being surprised. No. He'd never be embarrassed about anything like that -- he wasn't proud or anything --

"Hi," he said lamely as he pushed back some of his nervousness. Kaegan was one of the few people around Selenitas that he genuinely liked. Her question, though, sufficiently distracted him from being too anxious about how silly he must have looked. The brown weyrlingrider held up his hands to show the little hatchling to the goldrider, and nodded slightly. "I don't know where she came from. One minute I was going to go in here to get my fortune read and the next my bag was chirping at me. So I open it and there she is, stuck in her shell." The little gold slurped down the piece of meat she was eating and then grabbed another in her claws. Gingerly, she held it out toward Azaran, almost as though offering to share; she'd gorged herself enough that she didn't mind letting others eat, too. But after a second she dropped it; if he wanted the meat he could take it, otherwise it could stay there and another could have. "That's why you heard Millieth's name -- Checkoth thought it would be grand to name her 'MiniMilli' because she's a gold like Millieth..."

She's cute! Checkoth informed R'wign - again. Behruth will be so excited. We need a name for her. We do. I don't understand what's wrong with the one I offered, it's not like you have any ideas. Do you? R'wignmine, name her!

Turning around to eye Checkoth, R'wign snorted. The brown dragon leaned over to nudge Kaegan playfully and he crooned, obviously a greeting. R'wign blew a raspberry at the weyrling before turning back to Kaegan, "I don't really have any idea what to do with her," he admitted. "It seems like I can't even look at firelizards without them wanting to follow me around." At least she was cute. And so quiet. Turning his gaze down to the little queen in question, he cocked his head to the side. She carefully climbed up his sleeve, taking extra precautions with her claws to avoid injuring her humanpet, and when she reached his shoulder, she butted his jaw. "Yes, yes, hello to you too..."

[Tashe]

"Hello. And hello to you too Collision." She couldn't help but laugh silently behind her hands, trying her best to hide the smile that had appeared. Kaegan hadn't expected R'wign to startle that badly, she was after all, one of the meekest Riders at Selenitas. Stepping in closer to the Brownweyrling as he lifted the little Gold for her to see, the Queenrider grinned, having no control over how adorable (if not unique) the hatchling was. "No idea at all? Thats so strange! Do you think someone planted it there? ... Oh alright Azzie! Hold your Runners." Transferring the Bronze from her shoulder to her hand, Kaegan brought the flitter closer to the little Queen. Watching him gingerly greet the hatchling before taking the piece of offered meat, knowing that he took it so as not to offend the female.

"Checkoth you're such a sweetie pie." Laughing as the young Brown nudged her affectionately in greeting, the Weyrwoman scratched along his eye ridge with her free hand. "I'm assuming, since its you, you have no intentions on naming her 'MiniMilli'. Do you have any ideas on what to name her yourself?" She paused as something the Brownweyrling had said before, returned to the top of her mind. "Fortune told? So is that what a Starcrafter is? I don't think I've ever seen one. In fact, I think this may be my first Caravan. Everyone is so nice here."

[glamourie]

"That's Hazard," R'wign said with a weak grin. The brown was unabashed, going so far as to trill sweetly to Kaegan again. Collision and Hazard had hatched from the same clutch and at times were the most intense of rivals... when Collision managed to stay awake, anyway. Usually the blue preferred to curl up in a weird position and doze, usually squirming in the process. Hazard was often very distant, too, finding himself above the pettiness that his kin were known for. He was polite, whereas most firelizards were not, and he was quite proud to have been noticed by a goldrider. He flared his wings, flourishing down in the firelizard equivalent of a bow, before his attention went back to the little gold. R'wign watched him a moment before raising an eyebrow. Such a silly little creature he was, and so very fond of compliments. At times, R'wign was surprised Hazard fit in with his group at all.

As for where she came from, he really didn't know. R'wign eyed the little firelizard queen and pulled her close to his chest. His arms folded one on top of the other and the gold took the opportunity to climb into the bend of his elbow and snuggle down comfortably. Her eyes whirled and then she closed them completely, one wing draping over her face to blot out the sunlight. She was tired and longed for sleep, as all recently hatched babies did. R'wign watched her for a second more before looking back up at Kaegan. "I really don't know where she came from. Like I said: Bag chirped, I look inside and there she is. Someone may have put her there, but who would...? It's so bizarre. She's cute though."

Checkoth, meanwhile, gave an audible croon, clearly enjoying the affection being lavished on him. One of his eyelids dropped closed and he rumbled happily at Kaegan, pleased by the compliment. R'wign didn't translate; it didn't need to be explained, for Checkoth was very expressive in his body language. He liked Millieth's just as he liked Millieth, and both of them made R'wignHis happy. Anything that made R'wignHis happy was wonderful in his eyes. Even if most people thought it odd indeed. Checkoth was happiest when R'wign was, the mood was just infectious.

"I think I'm going to call her Elegance. Or Ellie for short. She's rather elegant, don't you think?" he asked, then looked up at the tent. "This place? I saw one sort of like it once before, I've never actually been to one though. K'lir swears that he got a love fortune told and that it predicted he and I were going to sleep together this Turn, but I think he was lying just to get me riled up. Still, it's kind of interesting." First caravan? Ah... she was from the north, too, so unsurprising... "You should go in and buy a fortune. I don't much believe in the future being predicted. I think we make our own future. But it'd be kind of funny to see what someone said. I'm going to; I just want to know what my future holds, heh. I could buy you one if you like?"

[Tashe]

Placing a palm against her cheek embarrassed, Kaegan tugged on a strand of her hair as the Flitter seemed unfased. Even so, she apologized to the Brown. "Oh Hazard, I'm sorry! I suppose I'm much like a Green in the ways of new names." Shifting Azaran to her shoulder, the Firelizard proceeded to balance himself on his backquarters, using a paw against her neck as balance. /He/ didn't think that his Female was a Green, she was a Gold in his eyes.

"Thats so odd. Either you have a really good friend, or someone who is trying to annoy you." Clasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward at the waist to get a better look at the dosing Queen, the Weyrwoman smiled before straightening up. "I certainly would have been astonished if my bag chirped at me. But I have to agree, she is darling. Such an unusual pattern too, though, as she grows older she might grow darker." Pausing as she felt her Bronze bob his head as she moved, Kaegan continued. "Now Azzie will have to find a way to divide his attentions between her and Roxie. He's going to have a tough time, the poor guy." She chuckled as Azaran trilled in protest, he was perfectly able to deal with such a situation. "Elegance. I think it suits her. She seemed very... demure and kind."

Turning her attentions back to Checkoth, memories of his hatching flooded her mind, both happy and sad. The Brown had been Millieth's favored egg, and if she remembered correctly, the egg he had hatched from had been small and half buried in sand. She also remembered when R'wign had come by for the touching bearing a basket of red flowers... she still needed to return that basket, it was currently being used as the fruit and flower filled centerpiece.

When R'wign spoke again, Kaegan directed her vision from the little Brown toward the Weyrling with a smile. "You and K'lir? Now that is what I call an odd thought, but hey I don't judge, maybe you two would look cute together." Winking, she continued. "It sounds like fun. But, you really don't have to buy one for me. I've hoarded enough money to afford one." Stepping forward and grabbing R'wign's shirtsleeve in one foul swoop, the Goldrider tugged on the fabric happily. "Come on then, now you've got me intrigued!"

[glamourie]

Indeed, Hazard was not offended. Not that it was particularly easy to offend him. He was a very easy-going and calm firelizard in that respect. Still, the goldrider's apology earned an approving chirrup, as though he appreciated the show of good manners; whether or not the firelizard comprehended what was being said to him was entirely up to interpretation, but he did respond positively. Much of his attention was on the sleeping queen, however, for she was the newest addition to the group and, like all queens, she commanded the focus of the males around her whether she realized or not. Hazard was curious about her and it showed, from the rapid swirl in his eyes to the way that he watched her with the intensity of a gawker. His wings spread slightly and he cocked his head to the side. The little brown did not, however, move from his spot. He was transfixed, gazing at the hatchling in wonder. His tail gaze a vivid twitch, side-to-side, as though in interest. Hrrrrrm.

R'wign smirked slightly at Hazard's curiosity, then glanced up at Kaegan. "Like a green, hm?" he teased, one eyebrow raising playfully. "I'm telling Millieth you said that. I bet she'd take offense, weyrwoman." There was no danger of him actually telling Millieth anything, though. R'wign was still very intimidated by her, mainly because the gold seemed to like scaring the daylights out of him. That and he didn't see anything wrong with Kaegan being a green.... for his own personal, selfish motives; he liked her and in his experience, goldriders and their dragons were scary. Kaegan wasn't. Kaegan also wasn't prone to being naggy and overbearing as Savitri had a tendency to be... nor was her dragon completely frightening beyond words like Aslath was. (Millieth was only scary for a few minutes, then she stopped being scary and started being amusing in her own way.)

The brown weyrlingrider's eyes dropped to his bag and he eyed it again thoughtfully. "Yes, it chirping was odd. I don't know where the egg came from, but I'm convinced it was someone's evil scheme. I'm going to take this moment to blame Z'hin. He hates me enough to do it, the jerk," he said with no small amount of fondness for the other brownrider. "Possibly Ka'rys but I think he's on father patrol today, so unlikely. Hnnn. Do you really think she'll darken? I think she looks adorable just as she is..." Already he was growing fond of her, though the goldrider's next words made him wince. "Roxie having to share? ... She'll be furious."

So. Elegance it was. R'wign carefully climbed to his feet, with some help from Checkoth who rumbled at him. Elegance is long. I will call her Ellieshiny. Which was, actually, longer but Checkoth did not appear to notice (or care) about that. I think it suits her too, she's shiny and pretty and we really should show her to Behruth!

"Later," R'wign whispered, words directed to Checkoth, who crooned again. His gaze flicked back to Kaegan and his eyebrows nearly met his hairline before he flailed his free arm in distress. She thought he and K'lir -- no no no, bad, bad -- he needed to correct her and immediately. "What? - No! Just because K'lir has his head up his rectum doesn't mean I do. I don't - I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it - but I don't like other - that is to say I - I like women!" Eloquence, thy name truly was R'wign. He blushed slightly as Checkoth rumbled again, and he shot the brown a look. "Don't you laugh at me. It's not funny at all. K'lir is not my type." His arm folded over his bag, carefully, and he snorted. "Even if I did like --- it wouldn't be K'lir!"

Calistoth's is a green. I don't understand why you do not like him. I like greens. They're pretty. Ever so amused (and slightly puzzled), Checkoth made himself comfortable. Silly mine, you will learn to like greens. You will. Greens are nice. So are blues and browns and golds and bronzes. But Aberath was mean to you and that makes me not like him.

Shooting another look at Checkoth, R'wign sighed. "K'lir isn't --- I'm not going to explain this to you. When you're older I'll elaborate," he said with a shake of his head, before turning back to Kaegan. His cheeks were still beet-red. Apparently, it was indeed possible to embarrass R'wign. Who knew? But then his sleeve was grabbed and he made no hesitation in coming along, his flushing quickly fading away. "Don't blame me, you asked what it is! I bet my fortune says something like, 'You are going to tend someone's wounds today.' Or something else along those lines..."

[ TAGS: GALE ]

[nightingale]

The interior of the starcrafter tent was a dazzling shade of ocean blue, brought to life by the sunlight that filtered through the think silk. It smelled of all things associated with the mysterious corners of the world -old incense, perfumes and loamy earth. Trinkets were strung out and shelved out everywhere, catching the dim light and drawing all sorts of attention to themselves. The Starcrafter sat at a round table in the center of the tent, a pale bronze flitter perched on her shoulder with such regal grace one might wonder if he was just an ornament.

“There you are.”

The young woman smiled from beneath the translucent lavender of her veil.

“Come sit with me riders. I feel we have much to talk about.”

The flitter warbled a musical welcome, his attention drawn to the numerous other fire lizards that had entered the tent with the their human companions. His interest made it obvious that he had never seen such an assembly before

[Tashe]

"I was teasing." Elongating the last word into a singsong kind of voice, Kaegan laughed as she pushed open the flap of the tent. She had never seen R'wign become that flustered before, and it was kinda cute, at least she now had something to tease him with in further encounters. "I'm sure it will... spoil sport. Think positive!" Ducking her head slightly so she could enter the tent, Kaegan didn't let go of the BrownWeyrling's arm, just as a precaution. She didn't want Mr. Funnyman, as Dash so calls him, to skip out on her for kicks and giggles.

Straightening up, Kaegan couldn't help but pause and look around the tent. It was beautiful, at least to her. The interior color of the tent was such a pretty color, and the items around the walls were trying to peak her curiosity. Breaking her trance when R'wign entered so she could move to the side, the Weyrwoman smiled at him before offering the smile to the seated woman.

"There you are."

Tugging on a curl with her free hand, Kaegan glanced at her own Bronze, warning him not to act up. She didn't want to be thrown out of the tent just because Azaran felt a little challenged, or felt the need to protect the Selenitas Firelizards. But fortunately, her flitter decided to mimic the other's position, showing his own sense of regality. "Azzie you showoff." She whispered.

"Come sit with me riders. I feel we have much to talk about."

Letting go of R'wign's sleeve so she could grab her Bronze, Kaegan quietly took one of the seats, placing Azaran in her lap. Automatically crossing her ankles and folding her arms gently around her flitter, the Weyrwoman glanced back at her friend before settling her gaze on the woman with a lavender veil.

[glamourie]

Teasing? Teasing! About that? Was she mad?! R'wign flushed bright red and gaped like a fish, trying to form words (unsuccessfully) to reply to the goldrider. Nothing came, so he followed her soundlessly into the tent and squinted at the various decorations. Much of it was distracting and his eyes immediately went to some of the shinies resting on the shelves. Entering the tent prompted a chorus of bizarre sounds, all attributed to various firelizards. Stumpy perched on one of the shelves and fluted down toward the Starcrafter, while Roxie and Collision reappeared on the floor and out of the way. Ellie remained sound asleep, and Hazard perched on R'wign's shoulder, watching her like one would any baby. His eyes whirled rapidly. She had his full attention and he did not even notice Azaran's antics, or the other firelizard. The brown curled his tail delicately around R'wign's shirt.

"Stumpy," R'wign scolded softly, eying the flit. He was ignored, as Stumpy was pointedly eying the Starcrafter's firelizard. Sighing, R'wign turned to the Starcrafter and grinned weakly. "My apologies for them. They won't break anything - they're good about that, and I'll of course pay for anything they do." He shot a look toward Stumpy, as though in accusation. The firelizard continued to ignore him. He was very distracted by how many unique and interesting things were in the tent and truthfully, R'wign didn't blame him that much; he was just as curious, he was just much better at hiding it than Stumpy. And staying off of things. He didn't fit on shelves anyway. He just hoped Stumpy didn't break anything; he had the worst feeling he'd get swindled.

Gracefully sitting next to Kaegan, R'wign shifted to place little Ellie in his lap. She chirped in her sleep and curled up into a small ball, making Hazard glide down to land next to her. Protectively, the brown bounced around. He was going to keep their new gold safe, he was, from anyone, but especially a strange bronze he did not know! No harm would come to her.

She knows you're a rider! See! She really does see the future! Checkoth declared in delight from his spot near the tent. He was very excited about the idea of hearing about their future, but he wished he could fit inside and see the shinies, too. They always made him think of his clutchbrother Behruth, yes they did. Ask her if I'm going to be very, very big. I want to know, so I can think of ways to fit in places in advance. I don't think I'd like to be especially big. That would make sneaking around very hard. Ask her, R'wignmine! Are you going to get a love reading? Babbling away, Checkoth was. He did not notice. Should ask if you and Millieth's are going to be together, you like her! Though, WenchYours might not like that...

It was all his self-control not to laugh at the words 'WenchYours.' Checkoth liked Marra. However, Ka'rys had taught him that unfortunate phrase (much to the bronzerider's wicked delight). The brown weyrling had yet to understand it was an insult, not a compliment... and R'wign couldn't bring himself to correct him. It was always so funny when he called Marra that. Usually because she made funny faces. "What sort of readings do you do, ma'am...? My brown wants to know if you can tell him if he's going to be very large, if possible?"

YAY! You asked! Thank you, R'wignmine! Thank you!