A Day at the Markets

Western Weyr - Open Market
The sweeping canopy of the lush, green tropics gives way in this place to a massive clearing, spanning what must be a great many acres in a bustling, hubbub of noise, color, and activity. Rich golden-red terra cotta bricks line the marketplace grounds, providing a clean, bright place to walk and a level ground to set up shop on. The central part of the marketplace is an open bazaar, where people come to set up temporary shops in tents, out of carts and wagons, and some right on the ground with their wares laid out for anyone to see. The centralmost point of the open market is a massive, marble fountain rising up into a spire from who's top runs a cascade of water down the sides, gurgling over the intricate, mounted sculptures of all manners of Pernese creatures from dragons to whers to runners and all large and small, down into a large pool where silvery-white dolphins of stone leap and play.The smells of rich foods and sweet pastries and exotic tropical fruits competes with the less tantilizing scents of fresh caught fish and livestock for sale and those waiting patiently beside their owners carts or pastured in the temporary pens while their owners do some shopping. The colors of goods and the vivid swaths of tents and canvas wagons makes the place alive with brilliance, and at most all hours of the day there is a flurry of activity to behold.

It is a fairly pleasent day at Western weyr, the sky patched with fluffy clouds and just a bit of a shilled breeze blowing from the west. The sun has just began to set casting the sky into briliant shades of orange, gold, carmine, and purple. This evening finds the Seryic one of the weyrs young apprentices making his way though the open marked glancing at very stalls and looking between the wares.

There's another apprentice among the throngs of folks milling about the market. Kaliena is browsing some of the stalls, pausing only long enough to give a lingering glance over the wares before moving on. She seems to have some purpose to her, with a rucksack on her back looking full and a rumpled looking sheet held tight in one of her hands. It's hard not to miss that she's on a supply run and from the deep frown on her features, she's having a hard time finding the last of what she needs. Until, at last, it's spotted and with a relieved sigh, proceeds to barter for it. There's a terse standoff, but Kaliena wins out, only to be handed the goods that look to be too heavy for a girl her build and age to carry. When the merchant offers help though, she only snorts. "I can do it myself!" she drawls stubbornly and grabbing the bundle of heavy tools, proceeds to half carry, half drag it for a few steps before she has to stop, setting it down with a heavy 'clunk' before gathering her strength and resuming her efforts. At this rate, it'll be morning by the time she makes it back to Western.

Seryic looks up as he spot the other young apprentice and moves in her direction and says, "You need a little help with that?" Noting the difficulty with the load.

Kaliena had just set the bundle of tools down for the umpteenth time to pause and roll her shoulders back and stretch out her back. Wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand, she turns to abruptly face Seryic when he approaches her. Instantly, she's wary and suspicious, but such is her manner with everyone new. "I'm fine." She says gruffly and as stubborn as ever. "It's just awkward. That's all." Yeah and probably a few pounds too heavy.

Seryic smiles and says softly, "Really I don't mind helping at all. It is a long way back to the Weyr if ya keep having to set it down cause its shaped funny." Not mentioning the weight. "I'm Seryic by the way, 'prentic beastcrafter."

Kaliena's frown only deepens when Seryic remains insistent in helping her. So there's a moment when the smithcraft apprentice only stares at him in silence before finally giving in with a sigh. Because he's right, after all and she just wants to get back to the Weyr before nightfall. "Alright. You can take it. Just be /careful/ with it. 'N if you get tired, pass it back." She lets go then of the makeshift handles on the bundle and steps back a bit for him to move in and claim it. "Kaliena, apprentice Smithcrafter." The girl offers and her wariness ebbs just a little. "You been an apprentice here long?" she drawls.

Seryic shakes his head and says, "Just been back to the Weyr a few months now." He moves to heft the burden and sighs, "Now I wish i had brought one of the runners with me." he glances to Kaliena and says, "Smith craft huh? Sounds interesting."

Kaliena tilts her head a little, suspicion replaced by curiosity for a moment though she's careful to keep some distance between herself and the other apprentice and her eyes constantly dart to the bundle he's now carrying for her. "Where were you before? Far from here?" she asks as she begins to move at a slow pace down the broad path and leaving the bustling markets behind. She shifts her shoulders a bit, adjusting the heavily laden rucksack on her back. "You got your own runner? Or just one to borrow?" Now she is full of questions but when Seryic echoes her craft, Kaliena straightens and juts her chin up roudly. "Mhm! Smithcraft, yep. Just started and today I was given leave to finally buy tools and such. It's interestin' but hard work. Can't imagine yours is any less easy. You work with just the runners or all the 'beasts?"

Seryic smiles and says, "I was at beast craft hall for several turns." He nods and smiles, though he shifts the bundle on his back a bit trying to get it more comfortable, "I am specialized in runners, breeding and training though I know a bit about all beasties…." He takes a deep breath and says, "I hope to own my own runner one of these days.."

Oh right. Kaliena flushes a little, sheepish that she forgot most apprentices start in the Hall. "Right." She mumbles and awkwardly shuffles along in silence for a moment, hands coming up to rest on the straps of her rucksack. Her eyes dart again to the bundle though when Seryic shifts it, then up to him. "Specialized already?" she says, sounding a bit awed. Considering she's only /just/ getting her tools. But she also started late. "Shells. I only just got past some of my written stuff. 'Nuff to get my mentor trustin' me to move on to practical work." Then she smirks and her tone takes on a teasing edge. "Hopefully. Be kind of silly if you didn't, wouldn't it?"

Seryic nods and says, "Well I work with the Weyrs runners, and help with the ones other folks around her own, but I have to save up for my own…" he sighs, "I am sure ya will do great." Shifts again thinking, wow these tool are serious heavy, giving a glance to the girl he walks with. "What kind of stuff are you hoping to smith?"

"Makes sense, I suppose. Do you tend after the racing stock too? Or just the workin' types?" Kaliena asks and likely is only aware of the two types because of the Weyr's business with racing. Beyond that the girl knows nothing and very little even to start. Seryic's compliment is met with a narrowed look, the girl still untrusting of the other apprentice despite his friendly nature. It's just her nature to be so aloof and guarded. She snorts, "Of course I will. And weapons, of course." Kaliena boasts with obvious pride, of all things. "Hunting tools and the like. Maybe if I'm good enough, stuff for the guard. But I ain't strong or got the wits enough yet. Or so my mentor tells me. So I gots to start with the little things. Simple tools and items… boring things, really." She grumbles, turning down another smaller path as they weave their way back closer to Western Weyr.

Seryic chuckles and says, "Well nothing wrong with the little things. Gotta remember big things are made up of little things." he nods though, "And aye I look after the racing onees as well. My mentor also rides the racers so." he sighs, "Wish i could ride like that but really I am to tall."

Kaliena eyes Seryic for a long moment after his statement, frowning heavily at the other apprentice before she turns her attention away and stares down the path. "Suppose you're right. But I still just want to get on with it already." She mutters, rolling her shoulders a little again to even out the weight of the rucksack. "Too tall?" The girl echoes, glancing back to the apprentice Beastcrafter with a searching look. "What's that got to do with riding a racer?"

Seryic says, "you may have noticed most race riders and smaller people, means they weigh less so the runner can go faster." he shrugs, "I can ride alright but.."

"Well that seems…" Kaliena begins hotly, her usual snarky and sarcastic tone kicking in as she's likely about to say something she'll regret and likely insult the poor apprentice. But she catches herself and swiftly bites her tongue. "So you can do everything else, like breed 'em and whatnot like you said. But you can't ever race one?" she asks, grimacing. "Doesn't seem fair." Not to her logic. They're approaching the jungles now that act as a border between the market place and the Weyr itself.

Seryic nods and says, "I could ride the racer, but cause I am bigger it would put me at a disadvantage." he shakes his head, "I get to spend time with them anyway…." he smiles and says, "that's what is really important I guess." he slows a bit as they reach the jungle the load obviously beginning to wind him.

"Ah," Kaliena drawls as understanding suddenly dawns on her from Seryic's explanation. "And speed is everything. Now I see." She murmurs thoughtfully before her features shift into a smirk. "Still doesn't seem fair but I suppose that's just the way of things. And I suppose so long as you get to be some part of it, it can't be half bad." The jungle does make the walk a little tough going, but soon enough it thins out and they're back on a wide trail again and moving along under the stone tunnel leading into the Weyr. The sun is just dipping below the horizon now and the lights and glows are flickering to life all around. "Alright. This is far enough." Kaliena stops suddenly and turns to face Seryic, hands already held out to relieve him of the burden he's carrying. "My mentor is supposed to meet me here. So I'll take it back now." There's a pause, as her gaze lingers on him before she hastily and awkwardly adds. "And thanks… for the help 'n all."

Seryic smiles and nods getting down the bundle and says, "No problem, I am sure I will see ya around the Weyr." he grins, "If ya need any more help don't hesitate."

Once the bundle is set to the ground, Kaliena is reaching for it, awkwardly dragging it closer to her. Even after all his help, the young girl remains untrusting of the other apprentice. "Probably." She agrees with a vague smile. "And I'll keep that in mind. 'Night!" She gives a little half wave and begins to move off, slowly and shuffling of course due to the weight she carries. But she won't struggle for long, for soon she's intercepted by an older man wearing a Smithcrafter's knot and from the stern way he talks to her and the way she meekly nods her head, it's clear that her mentor has found her.

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