No marks...{Open}

[lilliana]

Sighing, Jaronirew looked about at all of the stalls, and the floods of people around him. It was nice, here -- look, there was a dainty little stall full of wooden carvings! The candidate immediately was enraptured with a lovely, miniature green flitter that looked surprisingly like Gossip. She agreed, chirupping in her strange ‘flitternese’, and she urged him on towards the stall, flicking him with her tail “Gossip, you know I have no marks! I spent the last of them, the ones that I don’t have stored in the Barracks back at the Weyr, that mother gave me before I went to the Weyr for the second time” –he paused, biting his lip to keep from remembering the other things that came from that memory- “buying you that spiced oil that you like so much. Little pestering ninny – I’ll have to do some extra chores for some of the riders to get some more marks.” He gave the green a mock-glare, looking down more upon her neck than her head, which was at an awkward position for his eyes to reach as it was lain at the base of his neck.

The green, in answer, simply flicked him with her tail again, as he walked away from the stall and the wonderful carvings. Why are you here, then, she seemed to ask, if you cannot buy anything? “I like to look, you know that! Look at that, in fact – that’s a wonderful stall over there, full of bubbly pies and other treats. You little thing, tricking me into buying that oil for you when you knew quite well there would be wonderful treats such as this.” In truth, however, Jaron was unaware why he was still here, with no more marks. He had thought he had had some more in his pocket – he probably had had some, actually, but Gathers could hold some mean pick-pockets.

Lost in thought, he continued his walking, staying out of people’s ways probably only because they were looking at him, and swerving out of his path when it became apparent he was too much in his own world too move. He would have run straight into a large stall full of different cloth materials and accessories, if Gossip hadn’t whipped his left arm hard enough to make him stumble to the right, therefore avoiding the stall and the crowd of people around it. He walked a little ways again, when Gossip smacked him again with her tail, but this time it seemed that the person had moved in the way once more, their back turned to him. Thinking about how he needed to be more careful with his marks, Jaronirew ran smack into the person, stumbling backwards and making sure if he had knocked the person over.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you – I was just thinking and wasn’t watching where I was going.” A slight blush mantled into his cheeks, although he banished it quickly, and looked the person square in the eye.

[saberlin]

R'ton felt someone bump into him from behind as he paused to regard the fine cloth works that a particular stall had to offer. Turning around he saw a boy with a small green firelizard. The boy was apologizing and that was all well and fine with R'ton. The gathers often got quite busy and it was not uncommon for people to run into one another. Nothing that he was being completely ignored by the stall master anyway R'ton turned himself completely around to look at the lad.

"It's ok Lad, good of you to apologize. Doesn't happen often these days. Who is the fine little lady you have there with you." R'ton replied noting the little lizard once again and thinking of his own Rontue. Soon enough the little blue flit joined him and squeeked his aproval that his person had found another "upwalker" with one of his own kind to converse with. Rontue settled down onto R'ton's shoulder and looked with happily blue whirling eyes over at the green, turning his head this way and that.

"So have you been able to find anything that suits your fancy here at this fine gather? So far all I have found is that it lacks a certain sense of familiarity. Those up north are far friendlier. Especially to dragonfolk. But lets not be spreading that about yah hear?"

Noticing he was rambling on, as he sometimes did, more often than not really... R'ton scratched his little flit on the chin and wing shoulder a bit before returning his attention to the boy. "Before I talk your ear off, what say you and I go grab a few of those bubbly pies before they all disappear?"

((trying to get back into this site. Everything moves so fast though...))

[lilliana]

Almost taken aback by the jovial greetings, Jaronirew took another step away from the man who he had run in to, at least until he realized who he actually was. The knots on his shoulder indicated him as a bronze rider – which made the candidate even more surprised that his head hadn’t been bitten off for running into him. Obviously this wasn’t the kind of bronzer who was extremely prideful and on his high and mighty bronze…which, of course, Jaron could only be thankful for.

Realizing he meant Gossip by the ‘fine little lady’, Jaron chuckled. “Ah, that would be Gossip, bronze rider. She’ll talk your ear off if you’re not careful – in fact, I would almost suggest that you hide you face, now, before she gets any ideas and begins to show up randomly in front of you for a little chat.” He grinned down at the little green, who had, indeed, already started chattering at R’ton, cocking her head this way and that to get a good look at the bronze rider. Poor man.

However, her attention was suddenly swerved from R’ton to his little blue, who appeared and promptly landed upon his bonded’s shoulder. A blue!! Well, Gossip liked blues…they were sweet, and appreciated her beauty…not to mention the fact that they would chase after those idiotic queens!! Beginning to chirp and twitter at the flitter, she became engaged in a conversation.

“I haven’t really found anything – the vendors seem to be…polite.” It was true – the man Jaronirew had bought the flitter oil from had been quite polite, and trying to get some extra marks out of him, as well. Ah, oh well…it was the way the people here were. It was the way everyone was.

Bubbly pies? Is that what the bronze rider had just said? Ooh…Jaron was immediately hooked. However, his mother had beaten some manners into his head, making the candidate draw back and bite his lip momentarily before actually saying anything. “Er…well, I can’t, bronze rider, sir. I’m out of marks – I believe I was pick-pocketed after buying my first thing, and the rest of my marks are at the Weyr.”

((Lol -- I know what you mean. There's rarely a quiet moment on Selenitas!))

[saberlin]

R'ton chuckled and looked from his blue Rontue to the little green flitt. Rontue cocked his head this way and that tryingn to desifer what his green sister was trying to say. After a moment he started to interject with a chirp or two whenever the green paused as he tried to hold up with her conversation. R'ton just smiled on and folding his arms across his chest with much pride and amusement at his fire lizard. There were not so many of them up north any more, especially with the war going on between Fort and Benden. Which made him even more glad for his move down to Selenitas. After all if it wasn't for the move he would never have met Eya and her green Mayeth. They were such a mighty pair.

"No worries about your marks. I can't imagine a candidate having many anyways. No offense I am sure you are a hard worker. No, My treat for entertaining my blue boy Rontue here. Besides I could use a few more friends around this place."

R'ton padded Jeronirew on the back twice and started leading the way that his nose had smelt the deliciousness of bubbly pies. Being the time of day that it was they would more then likely still be warm as well. Off in the distance R'ton could feel his mighty bronze Rodonth sitting on a ledge sunning himself. He sent the bronze a picture of where they were and of the candidate Jeronirew.

Hello young fellow. Thank you for bumbing into R'ton, he is shy otherwise.

R'ton chuckled as Rodonth sent the message to his hopefully new friend Jeronirew. The boy was so far very pleasant to be around and their little flitts still seemed to be chattering away at one another.

Finally reaching the bubbly pie stall R'ton bought a batch of six for him and the candidate to split and then started to look for a spot to sit and talk for a while.

[Requiem]

F'lan had actually turned out. Some of it was Wrenth's influence, but mostly what got him to the Hold was his need for another pair of boots. His were wearing thin. The man looked a hell of a lot better than he had a mere week ago, wandering around the weyr on a drunken binge. No doubt his hard-working reputation was completely shattered. A good thing that the bluerider didn't care about his reputation, then. He browsed from stall to stall, losing himself in thought, and only the sound of voices speaking quietly, politely, drew him out of his musings, though why was a mystery. The Gather itself was nearly riotous in volume.

R'ton. He knew him, though he listened silently to the conversation the bronzerider was having with the candidate in concealed interest. It was unusual for one of these high rankers to be so friendly. Then again, he supposed, R'ton was not one of the ranking bronzeriders. He was still too young, and didn't seem capable of shaking the Benden shroud hanging over his head as easily as S'rei had. In fact, F'lan wasn't at all certain why the Weyrleader was so trusted. He'd been a Wingleader at Benden, for Faranth's sake! Though the bluerider had faced R'ton in the wars, too, at least he hadn't been leading a wing.

Wrenth seemed to like Rodonth, though. Go figure. Maybe that helped to color F'lan's perceptions a little, as he took a step forward, effectively bringing himself within the circle of their conversation. The man did a thing he hadn't done in awhile. "I'll cover half of that." He slipped the marks to the vendor before the bronzerider could protest. The bluerider's gaze fell on the bronzerider and the candidate, still more or less emotionless, though a small, humorless smile touched his thin lips. A single curl clung to the side of his face, the only thing that managed to soften his harsh features in the slightest.

F'lan was not the friendliest looking sort. He truly was not the most companionable of men. But the fact that he was making an effort at all would have shocked many who knew him, though certainly not Wrenth. The blue was aware of how truly lonely His was. Though, of course, the bluerider would never admit it, and he was always afraid of growing too attached to something or someone. It hurt when they left. Badly.

"I am Wrenth's F'lan," he stated, directly, extending a hand to the candidate. Not to slight R'ton at all, of course. The bronzerider should know him, at least by sight, even if they weren't in the same wing, so that he hardly felt he needed to introduce himself to the bronzerider. Instead he nodded to him, a hint of respect coloring the motion. It was unoften that he saw dragonriders actually paying this much attention to one of the candidates.