Searching for a ribbon (open)

[indigo]

What with the weather being nice, it being spring outside, and her own just generally lifted spirits, Deavelyn decided it was high time to buy a new ribbon for her hair. Just one. One to replace the burnt one anyhow.

Besides, she thought, If there's one thing that I'm sure of, I'll be going to that hatching. Master -always- looks for an excuse to go to weyr, and this one isn't nearly as bad as some of the other ones. There's always festivities, and I may as well look pretty as well as respectable.

With that in mind, and the half-mark from selling some beads in hand, she headed down to the market square and straight to the stall that was decked out in all manner of cloth wares, fabric and embroidery threads.

A cheerful word or four later, and she was sorting through a pile of the oddest assortment of ribbons, looking for just the right one to suit her mood and needs.

[agriasnesme]

J'tan was muttering to himself, quietly, but still. He hated going to market, he always had. Unfortunately, L'chlan was busy leading the wing on a hunt, and he wasn't petty enough to send any one of his riders to get something as simple as a new pair of boots, especially not when he could do it himself while out on Search.

He scoffed to himself, then sighed as he bade Lecarth behave himself with a mental pat. The big beast had been getting maybe a little too bold, lately, insinuating that his rider needed to 'let go and find a mate'. J'tan's clipped response, of late, had been that he'd find a mate when Lecarth flew a queen.

Of course, the damned bronze just had to respond that J'tan would, of course, have a mate then but what was stopping him from having fun now.

He grumbled to himself, uncaring of the looks his was receiving. Certainly, many of them were because he was a dragonrider, and, with a few exceptions, most of Pern thought they were little better than parasites. Well, at least most of the Lord Holders, anyway. It didn't alleviate his mood any to know that a good portion of the looks sent his way were because he was talking to himself under his breath, oh, no.

J'tan was drawn from his musings when he found himself accidentally bumping into a young girl perusing the ribbons at a stall full of clothing.

"Oh, Scorch it, I'm sorry, lass."

With a fiercely abashed look on his face, he offered his hand to the fallen girl, his eyes full of self-recrimination.

"I wasn't looking where I was going."

[indigo]

She simply laughed and picked herself up, patting the offered hand. "If you only knew how many times a sevenday I do something similar, you'd tell me I deserved it! I'm sorry for being in the way," She paused then to get a look at the knot on his shoulder, "Dragonrider."

She glanced down at her hand, and clutched in it was the prettiest gold ribbon, her best find today. "Besides, I think you helped me make my choice." She pushed her own Sr. Apprentice knot up her shoulder, "My master tends to make the hatchings, and well, I needed a good ribbon for it. What do you think?" She held it up with one of her charming smiles.