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Post by amejisuto on Feb 8, 2009 22:06:21 GMT -5
Lunesta sighed softly as she picked up one of the knickknacks on the table. Her head cocked to the side as she ran her fingers over the surface of the figurine. It was a gorgeous golden dragon figurine. Thorn raised his head, his eyes whirling with worry. Her eyes where shadowed by the hood of her cloak. She was all dressed up for a gather, with a cloak that was made for a gather as well.
Her gown was of a light fabric, something easier on her skin then others. It was cut like any Lord Holders daughter, should have her clothing cut. She had belted it at the waist, and had a nice belt knife clipped there as well. The dress was in a dark blue color, and the sleeves had embroidery upon them. Her father was hoping that some fool would see it and try to woo her.
She had actually slowly but surely been gaining interest in the healer. His cream had worked wonders on her burnable skin, and she found that she could go in the sun for short jaunts, much more easily. Lunesta sighed as she pushed back a white blond lock, it fell down over one of her eyes. "Sharding thing..." She murmured.
Her cloak was pulled closer, made of the same dark blue fabric as her dress. But the cloak happened to have her Hold's Symbol embroidered in the middle of the back. Shard her father, and announcing whom and what she was.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 8, 2009 22:46:31 GMT -5
The other woman who approached the stall was also of blood, although it mattered less now than the color of her knot.
Yselka's gown was of deep red with golden thread and cut perfectly to the Weyrwoman's form...after all, she carried the honor of Ista with her wherever she went. The thread was chosen to match Lyeth's color perfectly. On one shoulder was her knot, on the other, her bronze firelizards, who squawked a little bit at a couple of passing greens but, them not being close to in heat, did not take off to join them.
The cloaked figure was not what had caught her attention, but rather the nicknacks. The gold dragon one was already being examined, and Yselka picked up, instead, a statue of a black runner, caught in a galloping pose. Of course, she was not ignoring the Holder's daughter completely, oh no, her presence had definitely registered.
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 9, 2009 20:31:45 GMT -5
Lunesta's head turned and she stopped dead. Staring at the woman she knew so well. She had seen her from afar on more then one occasion. Yselka was a talented woman, one that Lunesta looked up to. Thorn squeaked his interest as he stretched out his head and chirped towards the bronze that was on the woman's shoulder. "Shhhh Thorn be respectful!"She snapped to her fire-lizard and then looked towards the woman a little more.
She gathered up her courage and stepped towards Yselka. "It's an honor to meet you mam." She said lightly as she sketched curtsy of sorts. She was quite dedicated in being polite to anyone that deserved it. This woman definitely did. "How are things in your weyr, I hear that you recently had a hatching... How did that turn out?" she commented lightly. Her father had attended the trial for the girl, but only to watch. She had heard about the trial and just thinking that someone could do that... made her wince.
"I do hope that nothing bad happens at the next?" She said lightly. Trying to make polite conversation, trying so hard.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 9, 2009 23:36:00 GMT -5
"It...would have turned out well, had it not been for disruptive elements. We did at least have a good number of healthy dragons." The girl was...not that young, Yselka noticed, but she did not know her name.
"I'm afraid, though, that while I recognize your Hold's symbol, I have no idea who you are." A daughter of the Holder, no doubt, from the fineness of her garb. The cloak the girl wore was, presumably, to keep off the sun...she looked like one of those who burned at the slightest hint of Rukbat's presence.
Her bronze chirped back to Thorn, cheerfully. "And Rebel certainly doesn't seem to think he's disrespectful, then again, Rebel doesn't respect anyone except a rising gold."
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 9, 2009 23:49:47 GMT -5
"I can understand what you mean, mam. It probably would have been better without disruptive influences. I heard that there was two queens to hatch?" She said interestedly as she set down the queen statue. Stroking her fingers over it and stepping away. She wasn't someone that could be a dragon rider. Much less have the chance for one of the mighty queens. She was a strong mental girl, but her physicality was another matter. She lowered her hood so the stall owner could see her. "How many marks for the statue?" She asked lightly. A price was given, and she counted out her marks.
She wasn't in the mood to barter and she wanted that statue badly. She put it in her pouch with a rather odd reverence to it. Like someone that craved the closeness of dragons, but was denied it. With her hood down, it was obvious she wasn't exactly a normal Holders daughter. She looked up at the Weyrwoman and smiled softly. "Lunesta of Half-Circle, my father has me fostering at the Hold here." She said gently as she stroked her thumb over Thorn's eyeridge.
Thorn responded with a flashing of images, that obviously was him showing that he knew where there was some people willing to feed them. Thorn went after food and attention whenever he could, and he was hoping that Rebel might join him. He didn't get to hang out with bronzes often!
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 10, 2009 18:55:56 GMT -5
Yselka nodded. "Yes, although one of them was a mutation and the other has gone to High Reaches." Which was the best outcome in many ways, that the queen go to a Weyr that had none, not even infertile.
Rebel lifted from Yselka's shoulder to circle, regarding the brown. His human fed him plenty, but a bit of play wouldn't go amiss.
"Aha. Half Circle. I suppose he is hoping to find a match for you." That would be the general reason for a holder to send a marriageable daughter to another hold. The treatment of the statue was not missed, and for a moment, the Weyrwoman regarded her. Albino? She'd heard of that, but never seen it...and generally albino humans had health problems.
Allirth, fortunately, had shown nothing similar, indicating that she was probably more like a cream runner than a true albino.
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 10, 2009 19:51:07 GMT -5
Lunesta sighed softly as her hand rested on her pouch. Watching as Thorn took alight and darted around the bronze. Taking off towards a more open space where playing would be easier. "Ahh, so the mutation is well? I heard many odd things happened at the hatching. My brother attends your Weyr as a candidate, I wish him well." She commented lightly as she looked back towards the booth.
She probably should find a gift for her parents and for her brother. That would probably be one of the nicer things to do. Verran always had loved runners. Perhaps a runner statue? She smiled weakly as she stroked the surface of a black one. "He hopes to find a match for me, but my coloration makes it problematic." She stated firmly. She wanted to be blunt with the weyrwoman, she would understand.
"My father hopes that something will happen during the gather." She stated plainly. "So that he can get me married off to whatever fool will have me." She stated in a bitter tone. She was one of the smarter hold girls, she didn't like her lot in life. Faranth, she would have LOVED to be born of a different coloration, and in a different stationing in life!
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 11, 2009 0:20:48 GMT -5
Yselka studied her with sympathy. Were it not for the problems albino humans had, she would have found a blue or green rider to heck the girl over. Golds, of course, had no Search sense.
Had the girl been a cotholder's daughter, she would have invited her to the Weyr anyway, where she would not be judged by a failure to attract a husband.
As things were...she could not ask a Holder's daughter to the Weyr to be little more than a drudge, albeit one with freedoms few holdgirls even dreamed of. Of Blood herself, she full knew the difference. "Perhaps you will find a 'fool' who wants you for you. It does happen."
she herself had a queenrider's obligation, to be with the rider of her dragon's mate..
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 11, 2009 0:30:11 GMT -5
Lunesta sighed as she stroked the runners back and then picked it up. As well as two figurines of something she knew her parents would like. "I have an interest in someone, but father would never let me be with him." She admitted softly. She stated as she handed over the marks, and slipped the figurines into her pockets. She smiled softly as she looked up at the sky for a moment. Then slipped her hood back on, she was getting tired of the stares. Stares for her ghostly pale looks. Shard them all, Shard them all.
She sighed then as she looked towards the Weyrwoman. "it seems like we all have obligations in life. I wish there was a way to change the way things are now, but we haven't that ability." She admitted softly as her hands clenched in her skirts now. Her breathing picked up as she held back her anger. Faranth knew she had wanted to snap at something, someone(her father), for a long time.
She gave the weyrwoman a smile and looked towards another vendor. "Would you share a bubbly pie with me?" She asked cheerily.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 11, 2009 11:58:59 GMT -5
Yselka laughed. "As long as you don't tell any of the weyrbrats. It would ruin my reputation if was seen enjoying bubbly pies."
She moved to fall in next to the Holder's daughter. "We all have duty. It might be different. The trick is to find joy in the duty or, if that fails, at least around the edges of it, in the spaces it leaves."
Perhaps she could talk to this girl's father. Perhaps, for that matter, she could talk to her grandfather. He might know of a good, not just tolerable, match for the young woman. Or perhaps the father could be convinced that, even at her age, a Craft might be the place for her. She wondered if she had the mathematical ability for the Starcraft....often short of apprentices.
It depended on how much of a traditionalist the father really was...
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 11, 2009 15:34:55 GMT -5
Lunesta sighed as she stepped away from the stand. Laughing softly at the other woman's comment. "You have my word, mam" She said lightly as her hands gripped in her cloak. She tilted her head up and looked to the side, her eyes trailing across all of those there. Where was her Healer? Where was he? "I wish my healer was here..." She whispered softly and low. But it was still loud enough Yselka could hear it if she was paying attention.
She looked towards the woman and smiled weakly. "The only good thing in my duty right now is Thorn. I am lucky father has let me have him and keep him. It shows, as he said, that I have an empathy and understanding level that runs deep. As not just any dolt can impress a fire-lizard." She whispered lightly as she stroked her shoulder, where Thorn usually was.
She stepped towards the bubbly pie stand and pulled out the marks required. She had some partial marks, and decided to be a little creative. It took a little bit, but she managed to construct the needed marks, from the pieces in her pouch. "I have our pies..." She said cheerfully.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 11, 2009 23:51:41 GMT -5
"Not like he could take him away from you." Some schmucks might try, but firelizards would always return to their owners. "I've had Rebel a long time...his egg was, actually, a turnday present from *my* father, before I became a Candidate."
She accepted the bubbly from the girl. Not, of course, asking about healers...hrm. That probably outed the crafter route. Still, she would think of some way to help her, even if it was only getting her another firelizard egg...
"And I suspect they'll be back soon enough, unless they found a female to chase."
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 12, 2009 16:27:12 GMT -5
"My father could try, there have been incidents where Thorn had some pretty nasty accidents." She said lightly. The girl knew that life wasn't all happy and sunshine. She was one of the few people that was genuinely in belief that things where gonna hit the fan sooner or later. But it was the truth, to say in the least. She knew the way things ran, because of the life she had lead. Her coloration alone was enough to make her realize the world wasn't a good place.
She smiled and nibbled on her own bubbly pie. An amused and rather sad expression crossing her features. "I am more then worried about something happening at the gather. I wouldn't put it past my father to hire someone to do something..." She said as she shrugged her shoulder. Her father was getting desperate to get her sold off. He didn't want the colorless sap of a bastard child hanging onto his money pouches any longer.
"They probably found a female, to flirt or chase..." She said with a soft laugh.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 12, 2009 23:40:01 GMT -5
Yselka tilted her head. "They're flirting with some green," she said, after a moment's rapport with the bronze.
"And I mislike the sound of that. Anyone who would hurt a firelizard..." They were dragonkin, after all, and to be respected for that even if they were less than dragons in so many ways.
"But if your father tries a kidnapping or similar, *my* father will have something to say about it."
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Post by amejisuto on Feb 13, 2009 1:11:07 GMT -5
Lunesta gave the woman a bitter smile. "You don't know my father too well... he will hurt anything if it benefits him.." She said with a dark smile. She knew that for a fact, her treatments as a child where a benefit for her father. She shook her head and sighed as she bit into the bubbly pie. "If not for my coloration, I would run and hide in the Weyr... I want to be a rider... have wanted it so badly since I got thorn." She whispered in a soft passionate voice.
It was obvious she spoke from the heart, she would have made a wonderful rider. Just by the way her mind worked. Her manners probably wouldn't have been as bitter had she had a better coloration. "Of course my father would get disappointed if I went to a weyr and didn't impress anything he didn't see as a true honor to the family." She said bitterly.
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