====September 01, 2013
====Issri, Ksenia
====Two women meet on a distant shore; it is finally not raining.

Who Issri, Ksenia
What Two women meet on a distant shore; it is finally not raining.
When There is 1 turn 4 months and 3 days until the 12th pass.
Where Caspian Lake, Southern Weyr

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Caspian Lake
The lake is the hidden jewel of Southern with its tranquil waters and deep emerald color, emerging from a bend in the Lower Black Rock River. The lake itself is large; large enough that it is almost impossible to see one side from the other. Bordered on all sides by cliffs, the lake itself is not easy to get to, accessible only by boat with only one small beach upon which to set anchor. The seclusion of location is a prize all to itself, however, the true value rests in the teeming schools of fish that live deep within its waters. Constantly fed nutrients by the rushing river that forms the upper boundary of the lake, this bubble of aquatic oasis is a thriving microcosm unto itself. The packtail is plentiful beneath the waves.
It is Winter and 70 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
Obvious exits:
Upper River Shore Lower River


-- On Pern --
It is afternoon
It is 1:43 PM where you are.
There is 1 turn 4 months and 3 days until the 12th pass.
It is Winter and 70 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.




Since this river can only be reached by boat, that is how Issri got here. She's learning new things after all. Now that the rains have stopped (for the moment!) she has enjoyed a little row down the river, and to the beach of this little riverside lake. Now the Herder is standing on the shore and stretching, gazing around while Butter sniffs Things and Hawk glides overhead. Braiding her hair, Issri peers about with a little grin.

Thank Faranth the rains have gone! Ksenia has curled herself upon the beaches of the Caspian lake with all of her laundry spread out to dry. It looks like the colors of the rainbow have exploded on this secluded little shore. The young woman lays about what could possibly be provocatively except for the fact that she's alone (or was) and she's obviously wearing the rags of the bottom of the barrel of her trunks. When Issri arrives, the trader smoothly pushes to her feet and heads that way. "'Lo there," the lithe, dark-haired woman calls out. "Did you crash 'pon these rocky shores?" The lilt of her contralto is teasing welcome, sparkle come to caramel'd klah colored eyes.

Issri looks surprised, glancing around to see if there is another boat nearby. Circling down, Hawk lands on her shoulder with a flick of his wings, eying the girl with suspicion while Butter just glances at her and then away, back to sniffing and digging along the shore. "Ah, no," Issri remarks with a little grin. "Just thought I'd check this area out. See if there was anything worth seeing…" She's wearing her Senior Journeyman Herder's knot, but the rest of her clothes are rough and tumble work attire, and slightly soggy from her trip.

"It's a nice little secluded place," Ksenia says, looking about. "Especially now that we have some sharding sunlight." The last comes out with the roughness of one bitching about the constant rain. The girl has no boat; she's shipwrecked! Or maybe she's one of the wild women that rumors have spread about. Either way, she's friendly enough with her cat-like smiles. "I'm Ksenia," she offers, giving a name and outstretched hand. "Of the Roma Caravan. And this behind me is every article of clothing I have that I expect will be nicely fried and dry by the end of the day." The last is given to the herder with a jaunty wink.

Issri steps forward just enough to take and shake the woman's hand, her grip firm and roughened before she's stepping back out of her personal space. "How'd you even get here?" she asks, peering up at the towering cliffs. "Issri," she adds, almost belatedly. Then she peers around the trader at the clothes. "Nice."

"I climbed down the cliffs of course," Ksenia states with a straight face, enough so that truth is very hard to discern. Still, the friendly expression lingers as the other girl steps back and puts her hands behind her back while she considers Issri. "Well met, Issri." The name rolls around on her tongue strangely — as if she's a girl who's seen a lot of Pern and picked up a lot of strange blend of accents.

Issri snorts with a little smirk, peering up at the cliffs again. "I don't think so." She's calling BS on that one, no doubt. "Well met. Good fishing here, looks like…" she adds, turning to peer at the waters but keeping Ksenia partly in her field of vision.

Ksenia laughs, the sound full bodied and full of a kind of cheer. "You got me, baba," the girl's 'endearment' is one that's stated clearly as something she calls everyone. "I no more scaled those cliffs than I did grow wings and Impress a dragon of many colors." She winks and turns away from Issri, unconcerned with giving the woman her back, to stare a hawk-eyed stare at the clothing on the shore. "Is it? I suppose so, though I am most concerned with nothing making off with my clothing." You know, like the WIND.

Or a canine? Since Butter is now sniffing interestedly among some of her underwear. A snap of the fingers has the old canine trotting back to Issri's side though, rewarded with an ear ruffle. "Why here, for your laundry? Why not somewhere more…accessable?"

"Less of a chance of folks coming by, walking through my laundry, and bringing their own dirty, rain-soaked garments with them." Ksenia shrugs and gestures to the whole of the secluded lake shore. "Here, I have all of this." Tolerance at the older canine shows in her expression, though she's grateful for Issri's interference. "Iain will come pick me up later today, when I'm surely to be ravenous with hunger."

Issri nods a bit, chuckling. "Ah. Well. I suppose that's a good enough plan. You trust this Iain?" she asks, peering at the girl with a little grin tugging on her lips. "Hate for you to be forced to swim with all your clean clothing…"

"As much as a girl can trust any slack about male," Ksenia says with a waggle of her brows. "Nah, I have Baba Yaga with me," she glances around, but shrugs. "Somewhere, anyway. She's a good ol' girl and can tell my grandmother if Iain forgot me. I am a resourceful girl." She pushes long dark hair over her shoulder and peers at Issri. "Are you from Southern?"

Issri grins, nodding and pleased. Also, now she won't feel like she has to stay here until the girl's Iain picks her up. Letting go of that responsibility right now. "Not originally, no. Oldtime. High Reaches Weyr and the surrounding area. You?"

"All over, baba," Ksenia gives a flamboyant little twirl, a practiced move to inspire awe in an audience. "I have gone far and wide to tell the fortunes of any who dare to breach the inner sanctum of my wagon." She gives the herder an affected little bow, dark hair falling over one laughing, caramel-toffee eye. "I was born a Roma and will die a Roma, but we've gone as far as a caravan can go and now we seek to explore the Continent." She pauses, "You're from the past?" Spark of interest: "Do you like this time, then?"

Issri just arches a brow, not quite getting the awe-inspiring effect. Then there's a question presented tht Issri has been struggling to answer to /herself/, nevertheless to a near stranger. "It's different," she admits with a shrug. "But I have my work and my family. Time isn't that important."

Without the proper clothing — dingy rags ain't it — Ksenia isn't put out that the magesty of her act is lost on the Herder. Oldtimers are a funny lot. "Time is only important when you don't want it to be," the girl remarks, sagely. "You have a family?" The question is posed to invite more commentary from the Herder.

Brows raise at the wistful tone, but Ksenia takes a few steps back over to her mass of drying laundry and sinks to the ground. "The caravan is mostly blood though some have joined our family." A flash of white teeth in wide smile, "Then they become family. I do not have a man and children, however much my grandmother would have great grandchildren out of me. I, being of old Roma blood, am supposed to procreate. Alas, I spend my days doing anything but that." She winks and flops back onto her back. "It's such a pretty day, baba, that I am going to finish my nap. Nice to meet you, Herder Issri. And if you fish, may the odds be ever in your favor!" She gives the older woman a wink and settles back. It is time for a soak in the sun!

Issri watches the girl go back to her nap with an amused twist to her lips. "Clear trails," she says, returning to her boat with a snap of the fingers, waiting for Butter to hop in before she's shoving off and paddling back to the river.
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