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Post by Fireleaf on Nov 17, 2010 22:24:14 GMT -5
Seldrimme walked along main street of the market area, her pace steady as she passed the storefronts. Carefully held to her body was a brightly colored sack, the fabric of it sturdy and skillfully woven. The sack bulged a little with its recently acquired contents, each item carefully wrapped in soft, plain cloth before being placed inside. Quietly, Seldrimme hummed to herself as she walked. In her head she was busy going over her purchases and planning out the rest of her day: "The special, deep blue dye for that Rider’s order, the red mother needs for her classes, the dye for Brydain’s cloak, that order of beads, silver thread… and that order that took way too long to come in. I’m going to have to shop around to see if I can find another supplier. Their dye isn’t THAT special. Now, when I get back I have to finish that order for the shop one street over from here and…"Here she paused in her thoughts, stopping suddenly at the window of the storefront to a smithy. Some of the items set out for display had caught the light of the sun and shimmered brightly, the silver sheen entrancing Seldrimme for a moment. Biting her lip softly she examined the wares intently, eyes drifting from larger pieces to smaller, finer trinkets. She blinked suddenly as she saw the clerk moving inside. Blushing softly, she reprimanded herself for being so distractible: "Too much work to do to stand around here gawking, ‘Drimme."With that she turned to continue on her way, intent pointing her feet in the direction of the Collegium.
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Post by Little Ebony on Nov 17, 2010 23:20:00 GMT -5
L'chlan was stalking down the street, quiet on his feet. Douglath had metioned sensing someone of interest in the shopping district near the Collegium and, while Douglath didn't often point out others or Search, when he noticed someone Lach took interest. He brushed past people, looking for the girl Douglath had described seeing. He was none-too-gentle trying to get through the crowd, either, especially when people refused to get out of his way. It wasn't like he was hard to miss. He stood head and shoulders above most of the other people around him.
He cursed silently as he nearly tripped over a running-- and screaming-- child. "This better be good. If I left the quiet of the Collegium..." he let his thought trail off as he recognized the girl ahead of him. They were head up one of the roads that lead back to the Collegium. He started forward, following her. He thought he'd get lucky as he saw her stop outside the Smithy's to stare at the goods in the window. He was within a dozen feet of her when a cart rolled directly into his path, and nearly running into him. He slammed his fist down on the cart and glared darkly at the man pushing it as he scrambled out of the way. When his line of sight was clearedthe girl was no longer by the Smithy's but another dozen feet down the road.
Fed up and frustrated he quickened his pace and strode after the girl, finally catching up to her. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder-- maybe with a little more force than intended-- and spun her around. Maybe not the best course of action, considering his face was still frozen in an expression of annoyange tinged with anger. "What's your name?"
Maybe that hadn't come out right. A bit too gruff, not quite the most appropriate of greetings, but the crowd was getting to him. Yes, he lived in a huge Weyr, but marketplaces felt more stiffling than a Weyr ever had.
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Post by Fireleaf on Nov 18, 2010 6:42:09 GMT -5
Seldrimme continued on down the street, half lost in her thoughts and half focused on weaving in and out of the crowd, making decent time getting back to the Collegium. The noise of the market around her she let fade into the background, the sound of carts and feet and voices all mingling and mixing in with the song she continued to hum quietly to herself. Passing by a baker’s shop Seldrimme suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and then felt herself being turned around. She clutched the sack she carried even tighter, her lips parted, breath drawn in, ready to scream. Her eyes worked quickly to take in the situation and what she found before her was… chest. And when she looked up, more chest; a man’s chest. From the look of him, probably a rider. All of this spun through her head in a matter of seconds, her lips still parted. Finally her eyes found his face and all that escaped her lips was a small “squeak”. The sack of supplies fell from her hands, and despite the careful wrapping her “squeak” was followed promptly by a “crack”. At the sound of the broken container Seldrimme looked down, frowning, watching bright red dye coat the stone. Pursing her lips she breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly and gingerly picked the sack up, holding it out from both her and the man, careful to avoid getting dye on either of them. Looking up she found his eyes with her own, green eyes meeting golden brown. “I will need to replace this dye, Sir, promptly, and I believe you have me mistaken for someone else. That is, unless you need a bit of weaving done. Otherwise, I do not believe we have met, as I would remember someone of your…” and here she looked him over again, appraisingly, before continuing. “… stature.” Looking over her shoulder, the fair-haired young lady worked on re-scheduling her day to try and make up for the time that would be lost running back to purchase more dye. Turning back to the man she said softly, her voice just loud enough to reach his ears, “Oh, and my name is Seldrimme.”
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Post by Little Ebony on Nov 18, 2010 19:30:43 GMT -5
Lach stared at the pack as it started to fall. He stooped to catch it, but surprised by the squeak from the smaller woman he misjudged and his hand cut through empty air just the bundle crashed to the ground. He stared at it for a moment as red dye leaked, and as she picked it up.
"I apologize." his annoyed expression dissipated into something more apologetic, "The Weyr will reimburse whatever the cost of the ruined items. And I doubt there's anyway I could mistake you, lass," he met her eyes after her perusal without looking away and his lips almost curled up in a smile as he continued, "but no, we haven't met." he waited on her introduction before he continued with his own. "I'm L'chlan of Bronze Douglath, rider of Bivium." he introduced himself with his formal title, "And if it is imperitive we will go directly for the replacement dyes and whatever else is damaged, then we most certainly can, but I followed you for something other than your weaving skills, Seldrimme." The r's in her name rolled off his tongue as he said it before he looked up and towards the Collegium, "Douglath pointed you out as we flew over a short time ago. I was lucky enough to find you again," his eyes flicked back over her and took her in, and was none too discreet about it.
"He's got a sense for these things, and he can spy someone like you a mile away." and now that he was standing in front of her he wondered how any rider had passed her by before. Perhaps this wasn't her first Search request? "Have you been Searched before, lass? Bivium has a clutch hot on the sands, and anyone who can catch the attention of my Douglath is more than welcome to take a stand."
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Post by Fireleaf on Nov 19, 2010 1:20:09 GMT -5
Seldrimme listened as the large man apologized, her eyes guarded. She glanced down at her sack while he made the offer to have the goods reimbursed, the change in his demeanor and his offer both reassuring her that it was okay not to scream. Seldrimme nodded slowly as the man continued to speak. She caught the corner of his lips twitching, and she wondered to herself what it was, exactly, that he found so amusing. As he offered his name and title she tucked away all of the details, making a note that she had, indeed, been correct about what he was. Seldrimme listened to L’chlan talk, considering his offer to allow her time to finish her errand. She mulled this over in her head, thinking of the best, and fastest, way to proceed. She did this while still listening intently to L’chlan, her face calm until he spoke her name. There was something about the way he said it that made her shiver just the tiniest bit. Pushing that feeling aside, she furrowed her brow in thought as he confessed to having found her for something besides her weaving. She was a simple woman, raised by Crafters, skilled as her mother was in Weaving, and she could think of no other reason anyone would seek her out. As he explained that Douglath had pointed her out, everything seemed to slow, even to pause, for a moment, her heart catching in her chest as she fought back what was on the edge of her realization. Seldrimme took in a slow, deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the fabric of her pale blue, high-necked blouse. She noticed L’chlan brazenly looking her over as he spoke to her. She wondered what kind of reaction he normally got to that kind of behavior. She wasn’t embarrassed, if that is what he thought she would be, nor was she unsettled. Again she tucked away small observations for later use and decided to write his wandering eyes off to his maleness, his size, and the fact that he rode a bronze. Oh, the stories she had heard whispered about dragonflights and bronze riders and what came after winning their queens. It would do this giant man well to remember that she was but a simple Weaver and no gold rider; there was no chase or flight involved here. “Someone like you” he said and Seldrimme blinked. What did he…? “Searched” he said. Seldrimme blinked again, the fullness of his words settling upon her shoulders. She was aware that he was finally finished speaking. She spoke softly and clearly, her response to L’chlan giving no hint at what was in her head. “If I am needed right away, Sir, then I will need a runner to finish my errands. My mother teaches at the Collegium and needs this dye…” spoke Seldrimme, nodding at the red seeping from her pack, “for one of her classes.” Seldrimme paused a moment, collecting her thoughts and preparing them before speaking again. When she continued it was just as soft, just as clear as before: “I am not sure what you meant by “someone like me” or what a dragon would see in me, but I cannot argue against your thoughts or his. I have not been Searched before and I had never thought to be.” Seldrimme had never even considered that something like this could happen to her. Her head spun as she saw her future, as she knew it, shatter around her, each plan like a little shard of glass. She had clients, family, commitments and her potential as a Weaver had just begun to be delved. The idea of a clutch on the sand was foreign to her mind, so different than the fabrics and dyes and patterns she was used to working in. Pushing away her feelings of shock she swallowed softly and spoke again, her eyes searching L’chlan’s face and again meeting his eyes. “I will go with you, L’chlan of Bronze Douglath, Rider of Bivium. I ask only for enough time to notify my parents and set my business affairs in order. While we send the runner to deliver I will make arrangements for my customers and send word to my parents. While I do this perhaps you can tell me more of what this all means. What happens now, what should I expect, and what do I need to do?”
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Post by Little Ebony on Nov 19, 2010 21:24:56 GMT -5
He watched as her reactions seemed to come on in slow motion as she took in the offer. She was breathing slwoly and deeply, as if trying to keep tight control on her emotions and he took note that she seemed to keep a tight grip on herself in general. He'd been surprised when he'd only gotten a small squeak from her when he'd first grabbed her shoulder. He was sure most any other women would have, well, screamed bloody murder. He'd witnessed it before. Lach wasn't exactly an... unassertive man, to put it kindly. He was... intrigued, and vaguely impressed. He followed her intently with his eyes as she seemed to mull over everything he'd just told her.
"We will hire the nearest messenger to run the errand, you mother will have her dyes." he promised without hesitation, "And we'll send them ahead so we can discuss the ramifications of the offer. It is a... big decision, and an even larger change." he paused, and his next words seemed even more weighted by his brogue, "Och, but lass, it's worth every moment. To be bonded with someone who shares your thoughts, your emotions... your wants, your desires... it's very--" his voice dropped an octive, "-- intimate."
Her next words-- and maybe it was just him-- seemed vaguely insecure to him. Strange, since although she seemed softspoken, maybe even a little quiet, she did not seem like an insecure person to him. He couldn't help it when his response was tinged with disbelief, "Have you ever looked at yourself?" he stopped, "Wait, I didn't mean just the way you look. You're bonnie, for sure, but I meant looked into your own eyes. You'd be daft not to see it. It's an odd thing that one of the Weyrs hasn't yet scooped you up."
He motioned back to the Collegium next, "You've plenty enough time for getting your affairs in order. I am on duty with our Harper, Taliene, who's here on business at the Collegium. We have plenty of time to discuss any questions or concerns you or your family may have. Would you need me to speak to your family? I can assure you and they that if you have any worries about not being able to continue your weaving that you will have plenty of time if you Impress..." he trailed off thoughtfully, "I mean, after your dragon has fully matured... They do take up quite a bit of time until then." a fond smile curled his lips, but he seemed unaware that he was smiling at all.
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Post by iamnotcreative on Nov 20, 2010 19:52:30 GMT -5
Malicoda strolled idly along a side street off the main through way of the market area. If the sound of metal pounding metal was any indication he was near a smithy. He was lost in his daydreams, as was fairly common for him, this time contemplating a method of transporting people and items as rapidly as one could with a dragon. He shook his head, he was certain a way could be devised. Like many of his personal pet projects he would never get the resource approval he would need to build it. He rounded the corner and nearly ran over a couple talking in front of a shop.
"S'cuse me." he said, as he skirted the couple. The female he recognized as Seldrimme, whom he'd talked to a couple of times when he was seeking specifics on weaving, for another project. The male he did not recognize but his bearing marked him as most likely a rider or perhaps a holders son. It had been some time since he had spoken to Seldrimme, but it seemed the conversation was quite serious so he strode on with naught but a polite nod of his head.
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Post by Fireleaf on Nov 20, 2010 21:52:08 GMT -5
Seldrimme felt the steady gaze of L’chlan’s eyes on her as she spoke. She didn’t mind. She found a steady gaze to be a hallmark of either honesty or intent, and in this case either or both would be fitting. She couldn’t have this man coming in and changing her life and the forgetting about it. At least not until she had shown that she was a Weaver, plain and simple. She listened to L’chlan speak of bonding and she felt a little unsettled. Sure, he seemed excited about it - sharing thoughts and feelings - but she wasn’t so sure that it was something that she craved. He spoke of intimacy as though it were a necessity. She felt very satisfied having her thoughts in her head and her head alone, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to share her feelings so readily. His passion, though, that was interesting. He was definitely passionate about his bond with Douglath. She could appreciate that; she was passionate about her weaving, about the threads pulled together, the deep dyes that gave life and vibrancy, what she could take from her mind and create with her hands. Not that she’d share something like that as readily as he seemed to want to share his passion. When he called her “Bonnie” she blushed just a little, and then quickly chided herself for it. It’s not what he had meant, after all. She still wasn’t sure what he meant about her eyes. They were a deep green. She’d found a dye to match and had just finished a cloak for herself in her spare time. She really didn’t like being called “daft” though, and her blush shifted into another furrowing of the brows. This was a little much to be taking in at once. And then he smiled. It was a small smile, but it game her pause. It was nice, and she let herself smile a little, too. When L’chlan was finished speaking Seldrimme calmly replied, biting her lip between thoughts, trying to react not with her mix of emotions but with what was efficient, what made sense. “A messenger would be good, yes, and thank you for it, Sir. My mother is the best Weaver you’ll ever see and I’d not want to keep her from her work. As for the… decision… I get the feeling that if I just ran from you, or from this, that that would not simply be the end of it. Best to get this done and out of the way so we can both move on with things, yes? I suppose I could take my supplies with me and keep working, though it will be much harder to maintain business from the Weyr.” Here Seldrimme paused, her face flashing for a moment with worry. Carefully she admitted the valid concerns that world inside her head, to herself, that is, and continued. “I shall speak with my parents, but thank you for your offer. I cannot say they will exactly be pleased with the situation. Much time has gone into my training and much planning for my future. This is most unexpected. Still, we have always done what was asked of us by our Holds, our Weyrs and the Collegium.” Seldrimme straightened her shoulders, then, and looked squarely and fully at the large man. “And it’s very difficult to look into your own eyes, Sir, and I am guessing that whatever it is you see in mine would be lost in a reflection. I am not daft. I simply see myself from the inside out. I suppose what I see is not what you see.” Feeling that messy little thought dealt with she was turning to seek out a messenger when she was nearly run over. She frowned and watched the young man and recognition flashed across her features. “Malicoda!” she called out before he could get any farther away.
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Post by iamnotcreative on Nov 22, 2010 20:38:16 GMT -5
Hearing his voice called from behind him, Malicoda turned around to locate it's speaker, knowing full well it was Seldrimme's voice he had heard. As he made his way back over to her, he noticed a detail that he'd missed in his first examination of the man she was talking to, he was dressed in riders leathers, confirming his initial guess.
Once he had come within comfortable speaking range he addressed Seldrimme, "Forgive me, Miss Seldrimme I had not wished to interrupt your conversation with your rider friend here, Is there something you needed of me?"
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Post by Fireleaf on Nov 23, 2010 1:40:38 GMT -5
Seldrimme smiled encouragingly at Malicoda as he came closer. She’d really enjoyed their past conversations and really wish that she had more time to talk with him. Oh well. Business is business. At least it as someone she knew was trustworthy. “L'chlan, this is Senior Apprentice Malicoda. Malicoda, this is L'chlan of Bronze Douglath. You aren’t interrupting, truly, Malicoda. It’s good to see you and I wish I had more time to talk with you. I was wondering how your projects were coming along. As it stands, I was wondering how busy you are now. Some things have come up and my mother really needs this dye I was sent to get her.” Here she gestured at the wet sack in her hand. “This dragon rider has offered to pay you for your time and for the dye if you’ll run the errand for me.” With that she glanced out of the corner of her at L'chlan, and then looked back at Malicoda, waiting for his answer.
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Post by iamnotcreative on Nov 23, 2010 22:05:25 GMT -5
Malicoda returned the smile he was offered, inclining his head into a polite bow to L'chlan as introductions were made. After Seldrimme had finished speaking, he nodded his head slowly in understanding before speaking.
"Lucky our paths should cross then, I'd say." He paused for a moment before continuing. "My projects go well if only in my mind, they are all a bit resource intensive but the things I can make are not much of a challenge really. I've the day off from my studies though so I'll gladly run your errand for you, under one condition you find a bit of time later for us to speak again."
He was curious to be sure what this rider had to say to her that changed her day so drastically when it hit him, she'd just been asked to take the sands, that would certainly explain the bag now soaked in red dye. He for a moment considered retracting his ultimatum but decided he'd leave it as was.
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Post by Fireleaf on Nov 25, 2010 23:47:34 GMT -5
Seldrimme listened to Malicoda intently, genuinely interested. She found his projects intriguing and the way he thought quite fresh. She didn’t always follow all of his ideas but she liked listening to him talk about them. His comments about his projects brought a wry smile to her face, her eyes sparkling lightly in amusement. She felt a little bad for commandeering his day off, but as long as he was compensated it wouldn’t be such a bad thing and she knew he could use the funds for his projects. His bargaining surprised her, not in the act of it, for he was no fool, but in the terms. “The fortune is mine, Malicoda. I was careless with the dye I’d already purchased, as I’m sure you can see.” Here she hefted the sack and showed the dye-stained bag, wrinkling her nose. As she continued she carefully began unpacking a few things from the sack, pulling another, smaller sack from an inner pocket. In this she packed a few things, deciding in her mind that she’d keep her own items and head back home with them to pack up. Then she could talk to her parents after their classes and be off in a timely manner. Of course, she’d have to run it by L’chlan, but she didn’t see how they could do it any more efficiently. “I’m glad your projects go well. I’m excited to see how they will some day advance my weaving, and I hope I’ll be the first to find out.” Here she grinned a little, indicating that she was joking, but not entirely. I’m glad for me that you have the day off, and I don’t want to fill it with my work but maybe this will give you a bit of resource to further your projects. That’s a pleasant thought to soothe any guilt for me.” She paused a moment here, considering her next words carefully. “As for speaking again… I will, if I can. I am not sure how long I shall be away from the Collegium and the Market, but truly I think it will just be for a time. Next time I come back this way and have some time I’ll look you up. Will that suffice for our agreement, Malicoda?” At this she reached into a small pouch hanging at her side and pulled out several coins, handing them to Malicoda.
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Post by iamnotcreative on Nov 29, 2010 13:15:32 GMT -5
Malicoda took the coins he was offered tucking them into his own pouch tucked neatly behind his belt. He made a few general inquiries as to the name of that particular dye, and which shop he should be purchasing it from before addressing the point he most wished to, "I can ask no more than that of you, Should I find myself in the Weyr for whatever reason I likewise will seek you out, if that is allowed?" His last inquiry was clearly meant for the L'chlan as he'd shifted his head in his direction.
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Post by Little Ebony on Dec 2, 2010 20:01:35 GMT -5
((Sorry about the wait you guys. I sucked a bit there with the delay!))
L'chlan nodded, following the conversation between the two while standing back and keeping his distance. He nodded at the introductions and when was appropriate, but generally keeping quiet. As they spoke though, he felt the brush of Douglath's mind against his. He relaxed a touch as the Bronze's voice filled his mind. Taliene was looking for him, she'd finished with her business and was wondering if they were leaving? He glanced to Seldrimme and the man she was speaking with. He waited for a lull in conversation before he interrupted.
He stepped closer to Seldrimme again, lightly touching her shoulder. "Douglath has informed me that Harper Taliene is awaiting me. She's done her business at the Hall and I've promised her I would transport her back to the Weyr." he glanced in the directions of the Hall. "I could go and take her back to the Weyr and then return? Would that give you time to speak with your family and prepare, if you need to?" Now that he'd calmed from his experience with the bustling crowd, and Douglath's calming effect on him, he seemed definitely less angry. It was about as contrite as he tended to get.
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Post by Fireleaf on Dec 4, 2010 19:05:44 GMT -5
Seldrimme told Malicoda all of the details of the errand, knowing he’d get it right and having relief that he wasn’t just some random runner. He knew where to find her mother, too, and she was feeling things fall into place. She heard Malicoda’s question but he seemed to address it to L’chlan. She thought maybe the Rider was distracted, and regardless she was still her own woman. “Of course you can visit me, Malicoda.” She addressed the young man gently, turning his attention back so as not to rebuke the Rider or Malicoda, either one, but more to prevent the awkwardness that was sure to follow such an unanswered question; she also wanted to remind Malicoda that this wasn’t at all like she was an apprentice again. “Was there an order or something you had in mind?” She looked him over head to toe, thinking of what colours and fabrics would suit him best. Then she felt a large hand on her shoulder and any colours she had in her head whirled away. How unsettling. She’d just come up with a lovely combination, too. Even more strange was how gentle he was now compared with the way he’d touched her that first time, before she’d known what was going on. She was holding her breath. “That… that will be fine, if it’s not an inconvenience to you or Douglath.” Ugh. Did she just stutter? She’d not done that since she’d haggled over a bit of cloth the first time on her own. I can meet you at the Collegium if that is acceptable, L’chlan.” With that she gave a respectable half-bow as she would have to a well-off client, waiting for answers from both the younger and the older man, her mind already planning out the rest of the day.
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