[Completed] Nice day for a stroll

[hseru]

While it was doubly true that he didn't explicitly need anything from the vendors at the caravan, K'roi was thrilled by the colors and people in it. Because the overall mood within the Weyr was picking up a bit, what with T'rid finally taking action against the poisoned tithes, he was feeling better about the state of things. It didn't ease the pain of Shmee's 'passing' but it helped to have something else to do.

He frowned a bit, walking slowly through the colorful tents and numerous booths. Sakki whistled brightly as she winged close overhead in a complex series of loops and whirls, and he had to smile a bit when he peered up to watch her. He clapped his hands together and nodded to no one in particular. "Alright, enough of that. On to the booths." He felt a brush at his mind, and heard Gareth chuckle. Don't buy anything.. rash. What, like a salamandyr? He felt Gareth give a theatrical shudder for his benefit, and laughed. Fine, fine, I'll try to be good. Don't be surprised if I come home with a chicken or something though.[/i] I don't mind you picking up a treat for me, but don't get something obnoxious.[/i] What else am I gonna use marks for?[/i] He felt Gareth groan goodnaturedly, and he passed into the crowd.

The chat with Gareth had him thinking. It might be nice to get another pet of some kind. It couldn't be anything like a feline or canine -he wasn't a huge fan, truth be told, and he only half feared that Gareth would truly eat whatever he brought home.

While thinking, he stopped by a refreshment stall, surprised at how quickly he was hungry again after breakfast. Ah, well, the smells were probably what had done it. He finally picked the herdbeast on bread, deciding that if he wanted sweet later, he'd come back. Paying the vendor, he paused to munch off to the side, watching those passing by. It seemed that many from the Weyr had chosen to come and peruse the stalls. Sakki fluttered down to land on his shoulder, flashing images of his bread and meat in a begging tone. He obediently broke her off a piece, which she snagged and quickly gobbled up, only to flutter away again, enjoying her view from overhead, which she sent down to him periodically if something exciting caught her attention.

He strolled over to the weaponry stall, eyeing the goods there. He could use a good knife... Catching the eye of the vendor, he pointed down at the tabletop. "What do these run, price-wise? I'm looking for a good blade about two hands long with a full tang hilt."

[hseru]

-Egg Stall-

The burly, almost rotund man behind the stall turned to look at him with an appraising eye, his florid cheeks pocked with age, even though he only looked to be of middling turns, though well older than the bronzerider. "T'o hands ye say? Sorry sir 'rider, bu' we ain't got nothin' bu' these shaorter blades 'ere. The next size up is the shaort swaords." The man gestured to the display of short daggers and carving knives with a large hand, then the much longer short swords at the other end of his stall.

Not disappointing, but intent on his goal without compromising, K'roi thanked the vendor for his time, and strolled onwards. Well, he'd have to find another use for his marks, and his afternoon. He'd planned on haggling for a nice blade, but they were just too short for leather work, and he wasn't going to try something like that with a sword, short or not. Fingering the pouch at his side and the small discs within, Sakki caught his attention with an image of a stall overflowing with eggs, with an image of this morning's breakfast, over and over again. She wanted him to get one for her to eat. Curious, he followed her brilliant blue-green form flashing overhead as she lead him to the cart. As he drew nearer, the smell from the animals nearby quickly became overwhelming, but he tried to ignore it.

He bent over a bit to read the labels, not surprised to see that many claimed to be flitter eggs, at a price he couldn't meet no less. Sakki twirled through the air, and landed lightly on his shoulder, peering down at what she considered to be a good meal. Perusing further, he came to the 'mystery' bin. 5 marks? He grinned. Well, he always did like a good bet, and 5 marks backed against the potential of a random egg were decent stakes. He tried to get the attention of the vendor with a wave, wanting to make certain. "What exactly could be in these eggs here?"

[nightingale]

The vendor glanced up from his careful watch over a nearby group of caravan brats, offering the rider a gracious smile.

"Those're the ones we're not too sure about sir. Could be a flitter in there, but could just as easily be a hen egg that the kids decided to paint. You interested?"

[hseru]

"Yeah, I'd like to try my luck, so to speak." K'roi grinned, peering down at the eggs with a careful eye. He fished around in his small hip-bag at the same time, digging out the 5 marks, which he held out to the vendor while he chose.

"I think I'll take... this one." He picked up a decent sized egg with some pretty swirls on it, liking the colors, which were vivid combinations of red, purple, blue and green. Well, if some child -had- painted it, and it didn't hatch, then he'd blow out the yolk and keep the shell as a visual souvenir and testament to what happens who one gambles. Sakki wouldn't like not being able to break it open herself, but she could eat the insides, and that made everyone happy.

Of course, if it hatched into a chicken, he wasn't quite sure what he'd do with it, but he'd cross that road when the time came.

[nightingale]

The vendor nodded his agreement with the bargain, helping K'roi to shift eggs aside as he chose the one he wanted.

"Good luck then! Here's hoping you get a good one."

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Name:
Age: Hatchling
Species: Darter
Owner: K’roi
Appearance: This small member of the wherrie family probably won’t get much bigger than a green flitter when he is fully grown. His downy fur -it should be noted that wherries do not have true feathers- is a soft shade of tawny yellow, intermittently marked with cream and dark brown around on his face and feet. His eyes are large and faceted, giving him a charmingly ridiculous bug-eyed appearance. His owner will have to take care that he is marked out as a pet to the Weyr’s flitter population, because darters just so happen to be one of their favourite foods.

Personality: Inquisitive and affectionate, this little creature will certainly make up for his lack of sentience with sheer charm and fuzzy-wuzzy adorability. While he will never truly speak, he will quickly become adept at mimicking the sounds he hears around the Weyrs -flitter chirps, dripping faucets and perhaps even a chirping version of his own name if his owner is patient with him. It should be known that this avian will take to hunting if his owner does not keep him well fed and well watched, and for the sake of the Weyr’s salamandyrs this should always be made a priority.