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Post by ravenmane on Feb 28, 2009 19:10:49 GMT -5
[Post courtesy of Avu.]
P'nor went to the egg stall. He handed over 43 1/8 marks. He said, "I want three large flitter eggs, two mystery eggs, and one chicken egg, please." He took the eggs. He left.
[No need to post here. I really am only posting this so I can say I did. xD] |
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Post by Rowana on Feb 28, 2009 19:27:39 GMT -5
T'ke kicked a rock into the river and watch the ripples with a sour expression on his face. Why was he even here? He didn't like Gathers, so much noise and crowds, and this caravan visit clearly wasn't going to be any difference. The only reason he had come, in fact, was that Garaeth had begged him to. He was sure his pain of a dragon was secretly trying to torture him under the guise of getting him to go out more. Why couldn't he understand that T'ke just didn't do these kinds of things?
You are not even looking at the stalls! Garaeth complained. He was getting too big to follow T'ke into the crowd, so he was watching from a leisurely spot up river. What's there to look at? T'ke shot back. It's not even good quality. Besides, I don't have any marks to spend. He turned sulkily, his eyes wandering over the Weaver's stall of brightly colored fabrics. But look how pretty everything is! Garaeth crooned with delight. Surely T'ke would see something to cheer him up here. T'ke turned away from the stall in disgust. What good were bright colors? Right now he was more likely to attend funerals than parties.
His slow steps took him passed the egg stall, where he noticed one of the older riders buying a large number of eggs. Man must love fire lizards, he mused. T'ke was firmly of the opinion that he never wanted one of the beasts and that went double for salamandyrs. They seemed even worse, if possible. You should get an egg one day! Garaeth decided cheerfully. No. T'ke told him firmly. But they look like such fun! Garaeth wasn't going to take no for an answer. I bet you would love one if you got one. And I bet I'd feed it to a wherry just to get rid of it! T'ke shot back. He moved away from the egg stall before Garaeth could think of another argument.
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Post by Avu on Feb 28, 2009 19:31:38 GMT -5
Stupid was distracting him from actually doing anything. The brown Salamandyr had decided that the sack of marks, hanging at his belt, was a lovely place to sleep, and he was doing just that. Minus the sleeping, because he was too excited. So the brown was bouncing around, and generally annoying the heck out of his Rider. Finally getting irked, T'rid stopped, jerking open the bag, and plucked Stupid out, oblivious to the fact that he was standing right in front of P'nor, and left the bag of marks open for a moment (a very unwise thing to do) as he scolded Stupid soundly. "Stop moving around -- it makes me feel like whacking you like a bug. Stop it, or I'll feed you to Corinth." That said, he dropped Stupid into his pocket and kept moving.
((This has to be my shortest post ever. oo;))
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Post by ravenmane on Feb 28, 2009 19:37:36 GMT -5
P'nor glanced up as the annoying familiar face of T'rid appeared, but he relaxed a little when he realized the Weyrleader didn't even realize he was there. Glancing around quickly, the Bronzerider slipped one of the large fire-lizard eggs and the chicken egg into the open money pouch and then, when he caught sight of the boy stalking by, he slipped one of the mystery eggs into.... the kid's many pockets? Weird....
P'nor wanted to spread misery around and was doing the best he could.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 28, 2009 19:38:23 GMT -5
"I need pie."
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do. I just Impressed a queen firelizard. I deserve pie, K'lir."
"You're going to get fat."
"So be it."
"How am I supposed to seduce you if you're fat?"
The conversation went back and forth easily enough as R'wign and K'lir made their way through the caravans. R'wign was followed by his cluster of firelizards, with little Elegance (aka Ellie) in his hands, curled up and snoozing amiably. Showoff was on K'lir's head watching the gold with scorn; he'd never liked any gold other than Dael and had no intentions of changing that just because his StupidWingedThing had Impressed one. In fact, that made her worse in Showoff's eyes. He growled. The pair was clearly headed for the food stalls, and their conversation could be heard by anyone who they passed. Neither of them had any desire for discretion -- though R'wign's answer to K'lir's question was quiet enough that whatever it was, he didn't want anyone but the greenrider to hear it...
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Post by ravenmane on Feb 28, 2009 19:47:11 GMT -5
If slipping his wingleader and a random kid eggs was bad enough, P'nor decided that he would slip the notorious and annoyingly loud Healer (aka R'wign) the second mystery egg as soon as he saw the little gold flit in the boy's arms. Having stuck the two eggs he would not be randomly bombing people with in a sand padded pack, P'nor scuttled up behind R'wign, stuck the mystery egg in his bag and walked away very fast and in the opposite direction. Now to find P'tol...
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Post by kysseh on Feb 28, 2009 21:27:49 GMT -5
((I FELT THE NEED TO JOIN IN, SORRY! x.x Epic fail.))
"That is none of your business!"
"But-"
"NO!"
"I just want to know if he's good or not. Who am I going to tell?" Aliscia said oh-so-sweetly, snickering when Savitri began to blush a spectacular shade of pink. They passed the egg stall and continued on, and Aliscia shook her head as Savitri made a face at the sight of the cart. It was easy for the practiced ex-Benden rider to keep a straight face. The goldrider had no idea what was in her bag, and Aliscia was anxiously awaiting the spectacular response to that. She had succeeded in sneaking the egg in. Now, she had only to wait...
"I... he... yes, but-" Savitri spluttered, only to be cut off by a burst of laughter from Aliscia. The goldrider, disappearing into the crowd with her friend, protested. "Well... we haven't... not... not that much since the flight. I don't know how to make him... come to my weyr and just stay."
One of Aliscia's eyebrows raised, and the greenrider curled her free hand around the goldrider's arm, pulling her closer and indicating that she lean downward so the older woman could whisper words of wisdom. The crowd closed around them, and the whispers, inaudible to all, continued. A few people were surprised, though, when the advice elicited a loud, loud response.
"I have to do what?!"
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Post by neeuqtar on Mar 2, 2009 14:02:05 GMT -5
Pretties pretties pretties! Llath purred, looking at all the colors through P'tol's eyes. She had been forbidden from going to Gathers and caravans after causing chaos when trying to play with all the people. Yes, darling! he laughed back. I can't think of what to bring back for you this time. She chirped and trilled, full of delight at the idea of getting something as a present. Get a friend! Friendfriendfriend prettypretty flitter friend! P'tol snorted. Aren't Naima and X enough of friends? he asked, blowing the little green flitter's tail out of his face. Nonono never! she cried.
"Silly lady Llath," he laughed softly. "Never content with all her friends." More friends is always better! "As you wish," P'tol said softly, smiling slowly. He peeked into his belt pouch. Maybe he'd get one of those mystery eggs everyone thought were so great...
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Post by ravenmane on Mar 2, 2009 16:16:32 GMT -5
As he went about the Gather, P'nor continued to keep an eye out for P'tol. He wanted to get the egg to the Greenrider before it Hatched and decided that P'nor was its owner. An unwelcome thought considering Squee would throw a fit especially after the one egg P'nor was keeping Hatched. So when he did catch sight of the younger man, he switched directions and then quietly snorted when he realized P'tol was heading for the Egg Stall. Well... at least he wouldn't have to spend any marks on an egg then.
Away from the Gather, Cyanth had gleefully located Llath and had decided to visit with the playful Green. Hello, little Llath? Is Yours enjoying the Caravan? Mine bought him a large fire-lizard egg. Cyanth happily nudged the bright Green's shoulder, and a ways away, P'nor was rolling with eyes with amusement. "Hello, P'tol. Nice day we're having after all the rain and mud." He commented politely when he reached the greenrider. Reaching into the egg pouch he had, P'nor held it out to him. "This is for you. A thank you for not being a pain when Llath made you squash me." You can say that nicely you know. Shut up. |
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