==== September 9th, 2013
==== Kyara, Vashae, Erikkhan
==== Kyara and Vashae run into Errikhan in the Bazaar. An apology is given.

Who Kyara, Vashae, Erikkhan
What Kyara and Vashae run into Errikhan in the Bazaar. An apology is given.
When There is 1 Turn, 3 months, and 9 days until the 12th Pass.
Where Central Bazaar, Igen Weyr

Central Bazaar
All roads in the weyr ultimately lead here, to this center of commerce. Canvas awnings jut out over time worn, sandy cobblestone, sheltering customers and wares alike from the majority of Igen's elements, and funnel scents both mouthwatering and vomit inducing through the thin streets. Almost all store fronts are open air, delineated by sandstone arches with intricately carved facades. The insides of these stone-shingled buildings act as an amplifier for the salesmens' bawled enticements, and are held up by the chipped swirls of marble pillars.


The rosy light of a dimming evening filters in through the Bazaar in long, slanting rays, flickering as late shoppers break the illumination. The Wingleader and Wingsecond for the weyrlings are out and about together at this hour, on the hunt for a few things most easily tracked down here - yet more good strap leather, thanks to their still-growing dragons, replacements for notebooks already filled, and the like. Restocking and repairing, so to speak. Kyara points past Vashae to a leatherworker's stall some several strides ahead. "We ought to steer clear of that one," she suggests, a bit aside. "He tried to cheat me out of about three more marks than what he was trying to pass off to me was worth." On they move - deliberately, but not in any rush.

"Reaaaally…" The Weyrling Wingsecond replies in a curious tone. "Good to know." Something catches her eye at one of the stalls they're passing, and a carefully directed nudge from her elbow is sent at the Wingleader of the two as Vashae slows her pace for a moment. "So many interesting things here. I should come here more often." And risk Jovianth's heart attacks - which is likely why the blue is keeping the company of Kyara's Liareth. "What about that one?" Another leatherworker's stall is indicated with a flick of fingers. Subtlety, a trait she's learning more of from a friend. "Hard to believe they're still growing." Such a wistful sigh from the bluerider of the pair.

As Weyrlings and the like flood the bazaar, a certain Harper stands staring at the glass of a newly arrived shop. "The Handsome Harper". Erikk looks lost in thought; he turns a mark in his hand…over and over. A more serious side to the charming man.

"A little pricey, but good," Kyara observes of the place Vashae indicates via finger-flick. "There's one more further on; if they're still open and haven't run out of the best stock yet, that's where…" She trails off somewhat, slowing as she notices a new sign she hasn't seen recently. "Huh! That must be Sara's new shop." The Handsome Harper. Interesting choice of a name… She almost misses the fact that there's an actual one of those very close by all of a sudden, back mostly to them. Kyara halts and digs a toe into the ground, prepared to do an abrupt about face without warning to her friend. But she stops herself, transforming that into a subtle nudge to Vashae's arm instead. No…she's not going to run from this. Not after talking to Sienna, We'b, Vash, and even Realilina. They're too nearby to disregard rank…and it might be satisfying to startle Erikkhan a little bit. "Good evening, Harper Erikkhan," Kyara says evenly, saluting.

"Hmm. Let's try there, then." Or else they'll have to try the more expensive one, surely. "Sara? I've heard of her, but I can't recall if I've actually met her or not…" Erikkhan's presence isn't yet noted until Kyara's nudge, and the bluerider's smile transforms into a little frown. "Journeyman." There's an indescribable tone to Vashae's voice, and perhaps a stiffness to her salute. A glance is slid at Kyara with a slightly upturned eyebrow. The urge to do as mentioned the other day is SUPPRESSED. For the moment.

The women…weyrlings, are given a short glance and a curt nod from the Harper. "Ladies.” And then he is staring at the building again, that mark twirling, twirling endless circles in his fingers. The tone in Vashae's voice gets her a raised brow, but not much else. Apologies are needed, but he prefers a face to face alone time for that, not that it's that obvious to everyone else. "Good Shopping?" His tone is dead, but at least he's talking. The far off look is back in his face…sheesh, moody much Erikkhan?

Hmmm… Not startle-able, then. Kyara folds her arms absently, biting her lips together a little bit as she gives Vashae a sidelong glance. Regardless what may be going on in his mind, she perceives that he might be a little…angry? No. Not thrilled to see her, and who would be surprised? The blankness to his tone is uncharacteristic; not even drunk and upset did Erikkhan sound this way. "Yes. Quite good." She keeps her voice pleasant. She's certain Vashae would probably be telling her they ought to walk the other way right about now, and acknowledges so with another glance at her friend. But she's curious about what exactly has him acting as he is; she doesn't hate the man after all, and actually does want to talk to him at some point. Perhaps that she's willing to speak again may clue him in to that. "Sara's shop," she comments, taking a small step toward the building. "Is it actually open yet?"

That would be a very correctly interpreted idea of what Vashae badly wants to tell her friend right now. But since Kyara seems intent on talking to the man, this leaves Vashae to fold her arms behind her back loosely (probably so he can't see the fist her hand has instinctively clenched into). "I imagine I'll have to drag you out of here for drills tomorrow," the bluerider teases as she reluctantly follows her friend in getting closer. "We should get back to it, so they don't get sold out if they're not already." It's a very thinly veiled attempt to get the former Harper to move on, away from the man. Because friends watch out for friends, right?

Erikkhan nods. "Aye, Sara's Shop. I'm glad for her." At least that statement seems genuine. The Harper seems to take a moment to piece himself together, to put up his shields, so to speak. He turns to face them and is somber, a lot has happened to the harper over the last few sevendays and he's had time to reflect. He gives a deep, and respectful bow to Kyara before making eye contact with her. His hazel orbs are cautious…"I feel I owe you an apology Kyara. I acted like a complete and utter ass to you. And I deeply regret it. And I am sorry I flirted with you without telling you there was someone else I had interest in. My…" And for the first time since the girls spotted him, he smiles, "lover, and I, we hadn't yet…defined what we were to each other. And That must have been very confusing for you and I am truly sorry." He sighs heavily; our Harper knows when to admit when he's wrong.

Kyara grins lopsidedly at the tease, appreciative of Vashae's effective indirectness in making her point, though she nods at what follows; it's true enough, and they do have to finish up. But then Erikkhan speaks again and…bows. And she listens, eyebrows slowly rising as she hears this apology from him, hearing finally the part of him she wanted to be able to focus on more. Before things went spiraling. She is…suprised. Still, cautious. How to answer, how to answer. She starts by unfolding her arms, looking at Vashae for a moment with a hint of perplexity. "It was, yes," she says quietly, nodding. "Somewhat beyond that, in truth." Her gaze holds his seriously, but not harshly. "But your apology is heard…and accepted. Though I'd wager you might want more than this moment to address things fully, am I correct?"

Vashae is glad her point made it home with her friend, but eyes Erikkhan when he makes his apology to the greenrider. Her expression is coolly disinterested, a measure to ensure distance is kept perhaps? The look Kyara gives her is exchanged for one with raised eyebrows and completed with a shrug, before she turns herself away a little. She at least pretends as though she's not paying attention at the moment so the two can talk; perhaps her expression will keep others from bothering them for the moment. But her body language is clear enough: she will not be leaving her friend unless Kyara directly asks it of her.

Erikkhan nods curtly. "Aye, but we do not have to do it now, if you don't want." He rubs the back of his head. "I don't normally do this kind of thing in front of…" Vashae is given a look. "Other people. I prefer a more … personal touch than that. That apology is genuine, Kyara, but I had not intended to do it here. I have not been myself as of late, and it has clouded my better judgment socially. I was in the wrong and feel a strong compulsion to let you know that."

Nodding slowly, Kyara hears the Harper out further, giving a drawn-out sigh of her own. "I appreciate that, Erikkhan," she says, clasping her hands at her back. "We…do need to talk, but Vashae and I," she gestures to her friend, turned a bit away beside her, "do have a few things to take care of here before the day gets too old. Then…we can talk. If you'll excuse us?" She gives Erikkhan the barest hint of a smile to let him know she isn't just going to conveniently forget she said that, then touches Vashae's arm to start them off toward that leather stall; it isn't too far away. But her ears are also wide open for whatever her friend's thoughts are on what just happened.

Vashae turns back to the two when it's becomming clear that there won't be much more discussion at the moment, and smiles coolly again. "Journeyman." No name in her farewell, as well as in the greeting, not from her. She unlocks her arms when Kyara touches her arm, and nods a little. The bluerider relaxes only when they're some distance away from the Harper, but still speaks in a low tone. "Well. I can see why you liked him." Because hopefully it is in the past tense now, right? "This one up here?" Perusal time! Right?

Erikkhan nods and goes back to his pondering. Letting the girls do their shopping.

Kyara bites her lip, nodding at the question of which stall. "In part," she concedes, walking up to finger a swath of leather. "I wasn't expecting him to do that…though part of me isn't surprised." She looks a bit sheepishly at Vashae. "I wouldn't have liked him if he didn't have the qualities he just showed. And I still think he's attractive. But don't worry; I'm not going to act on that. Just talk. I don't want there to be a bunch of tension between us." She takes a moment to ask the merchant for a length of dark, rough leather and sets down marks for it. "Here. This is the stuff I got last time. Sturdy, but pretty easy to work with."

"If it's what worked well, then unless you see something that you think'd be better…" Vashae's only real opinion for leather is in her leathers and in her lifemate's straps. Otherwise she's pretty opinion-less on it! "So long as you don't tend to get in over your head…" Because really, that's Vashae's biggest worry. Well, other than the other thing, but… "How much, do you think?"

Chuckling slightly, Kyara gives Vashae a lopsided smile, slightly pained. "If I didn't tend to get in over my head, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place," she says, shrugging. "But I'll learn." Hopefully without too much more pain involved. The two weyrlings poke around the stall for a bit longer, buying what they need, moving on to others until the time comes for them to leave. Probably before Jovianth and Liareth get too much more impatient for them hanging around one of the least safe areas of the Weyr. And then, after things are taken home and squared away, Kyara sends Blaze to search out Erikkhan. To talk.

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