Ready for graduation. (Egg, Smith, Tanner Stalls)

[Rei]

(Xp Crappy first post but eh... anyone can feel free to jump in)

Kaaoloth back winged to land neatly on a grassy hill above the gather. Shifting to allow his to dismount his whirling eyes scanned the landscape. Calistoth is here. Sel’n snorted. Oh yay for you. Don’t be so uptight you’re the one who wanted to come. Yeah, yeah, Don’t embarrass me by sucking up to her. Kaaoloth snorted and growled but stood still while his unfastened his straps.

“I’ll be back!” The brown rider called over his shoulder as he trotted down the hill, an empty bag slung over his shoulder. How else was he going to carry his stuff back. In truth he was only buying one thing for himself. Wine. Everything else he was buying as presents for his graduating weyrlings. As the wyerlingmaster strode through the stalls he nodded pleasantly to some of the crafters. Where to go first? The egg stall caught his eye and he sauntered over to it, a smile coming over his face. R’wign. The look on the lads face when it hatched might be worth it.

From inside his sling Vanity grumbled unhappy. No eggsnononononono. “It’s not for me Vanity.” Sel’n growled at his sling, as the mandyr popped out of it to perch on his shoulder. “I’m giving it away.” He stroked her head as she frilled. Babie give? No keep? Babie ugly no keep. Promise? Love mine Promise. Snorting and passing on a silent promise, the brown rider ignored her to wave the stall keeper over.

[nightingale]

The woman who stood guard over her egg display looked up sharply as the dark green fitter on her shoulder let out a shrill chirp. Her eyes hardened as they settled on Vanity, and she lifted a hand to warn S'eln against coming nearer.

"Oh no! I'll no be havin' any more of those screamin' demolition experts near my eggs!" She told him crossly. "Ifn' ye want somethin', tell yer little pet to wait for ye over there." The flitter chirped again, mirroring her owner'd displeasure. Ugly bad thing! Egg eater! Stay away!

[Tashe]

"Haw, Soleil." At this point in his training, Saraina felt no need to keep her Canine on a leash. Having played around with dogs her entire life, she hadn't seen such a quick learner, nor a pup who was more willing to actually learn new things. Clasping her hands behind her back, the Bluerider glanced from her Canine to the Dragonhealer walking silently beside her. She had been talking with her Rider friends in the Great Hall about the Gather when the young man had hesitated on the outskirts of her little group as they started to break up for Watch Duty. Saraina had been surprised when he caught her afterward, and asked her for a lift to the Hold, something about his Brown not feeling well. At first she didn't want to give him a ride, but then again, she had known E'rro since her Senior Weyrling year. And she had been working closely with him during her assigned hours in the Infirmary... so she ended up taking him. The Brownrider was younger than she was, but in some ways, was more experienced. By selenitas standards he and his Dragon had entered Senior Weyrlingship at a very young age, they had learned to Between and fight almost as soon as they had been able to fly, but then again they had come from Benden.

Her two Blues shifted quietly, excited to be somewhere new, for neither of the two males had ever been to this particular Hold before. "Easy, Soleil. Gee." Watching as the young male slowed down to trot at her side, Saraina turned to the right as they passed by the egg stall. "Whoa Sol." She offered the Brownrider a glance before jerking her head toward the stall, wondering closer to it until she arrived at a full stop. "Sit." Drawing two fingers downward as the Canine looked up at her, she watched happily as he sat back on his haunches. "Goodboy. Stay." She left the Malamute near the edge of the stall as she moved around the older man who was already there. E'rro stood near Soleil, the look on his face told her he didn't want to be anywhere near eggs in case they hatched. Apparently he impressed his Mandyr against his will.

Turning her head from Zor to Scipio, she furrowed her brow. "If I get you two a little friend, will you promise not to eat him or her?" Zor immediately chattered in response, but his even darker counterpart remained quiet, apparently not wanting another friend. He and Soleil got along wonderfully, but it didn't seem that he wanted to have to deal with a new addition. "Alright. Zor... you'll have to take care of the baby." Turning to the Stall owner as she came, she waited for the man to address her first. He had been there before her... Shards when had she become such a regulation-abider? It was a sad day for ex-thieves everywhere.

[Rei]

Vanity hissed angrily at the woman as she approached. Fat ugly! Go! No want babies no want ugly flier No! Sel’n smiled at the woman and plucked a few marks from the pouch on his belt. Grabbing a squirming Vanity he stuffed her into the bag and fastened the top. Miiiiiiinnnnneeee Ugly! OUT! OUT! OUT! NONONONONO! Vanitymaulredleakuglyminepay.

Ignoring the mander he bowed to the woman. “My apologies miss. Vanity wouldn’t have hurt them but I can understand your reaction. The little creatures can be very unpleasant even at their best.” Striding toward the stall he gestured at the small flitter eggs. “How much for that red and yellow one over in the corner? It’s a present for one of my graduating weyrlings. I don’t want it to hatch on me before I get it to him, so could you give me a time estimate as well?”

As Saraina came up he inclined his head politely. “Good afternoon.” Her name escaped him for a moment until Kaaoloth chimed in. She is Hokth’s. Saraina then. Yes.

[nightingale]

The stall owner gave the briefest nod of her head as Seln apologized. "I've no got the faintest idea why ye'd want one 'a those beasties milord, but I appreciate that yer at least reasonable. Lastun I had over here managed to create a fine mess. I suppose i'll need ta be gettin' a sign askin' they be kept away."

Her dark eyes shifted toward the indicated yellow and red flitter egg. She tapped the shell gently with the pads of her fingers, and listened as her green warbled something that only she could understand. "Maizie guesses a couple days yet." She offered, returning her attention to the brownrider. "We'll say five marks? Afternoon lady. See anything you like?" She glanced toward Saraina as the woman approached the counter.

[Rei]

“5 marks? You have yourself a deal miss.” Handing over the 5 marks he smiled and bowed before taking the egg carefully. Wrapping it in a heavy cloth he placed it in a sand filled pouch he was carrying especially for this purpose. “Thank you as well Maizie.” He would have to find Tr’esn soon. For now he had other things to purchase. Waving to Saraina he started off for the smith stall. Vanity still spitting insults in his marks pouch. Bad,ugly,outoutoutout!

[Rowana]

Danmer looked up. It was certainly a busy day. He shouldn't be surprise. The shock of the recent attack had probably prompted many of the riders to pick up weapons. Danmer put down the dagger he had been sharpening and nodded to Sel'n. "What can I help you with today?" he asked politely. Of his siblings, Danmer was probably the most civil. It was one of the reasons he usual dealt with customers when he worked with his father too.

[Rei]

Sel’n smiled at the young man. “Well I was hoping you could help me with a purchase. I am looking for a nice set of throwing daggers, light weight but durable. They don’t have to be anything fancy of course but I would like a roll out leather sheath for them. One that would be easily hidden in a shirt.” He stood and waited for the lads reaction while he checked in with Vanity. She had been quiet for a while and it was unnerving him. He was reassured to find she was only asleep. Deeply so nestled among his marks. Well then that was relief.

[Rowana]

Danmer nodded. "I think I have just the thing." He bent down and pulled out a rolled bit of leather. When it was untied and laid out, four small knives were tucked inside. Each one had a thin, double edged blade and almost no cross guard. The grips were black leather and each had small circular pommels. Danmer slipped one free of the sheath and balance it expertly on the palm of his hand. "These are weighted specifically for throwing," he explained. "And the sheath can be tied where ever you fancy. It's six marks for the whole set." Danmer eyed the man to see if he found the price acceptable. It was one of the better made sets he had.

[Rei]

Sel'n examined the knives carefully. They were really nice. In fact he would have been tempted to keep them himself. Smiling he opened his marks pouch and removed the desired amount. "They really are nice and 6 marks is definitely a fair price." Handing over the marks he took the set and bowed. "Pleasure doing business with you. I expect I'll be back someday."