====February 16, 2014
====Freesia, W'rin, Sienna, Mayte
====W'rin meets Freesia and questions her profession.


Who Freesia, W'rin, Sienna, Mayte
What W'rin meets Freesia and questions her profession.
When It is midmorning of the twenty-fifth day of the first month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
Where Central Bazaar, Igen Weyr

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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.
It is the eighty-fifth day of Winter and 26 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind.


Late in the morning post Elicheritath's flight, the weyr is slowly starting to drag itself out of lust-released-enduced sleep. There are walks-o-shame a plenty, but for the weyrleader who's own dragon did not participate at least he woke in his own weyr, next to his own mate, and so has the advantage of visiting the bazaar before the crowds, at least those places that are open. And so the massive man is stomping his way down the street, peering into a booth here or there, not shopping, but not idling either. The bazaar may be run by the goldriders, but W'rin like to keep the temperature of the weyr as a whole.

Freesia is also up and about early this morning, despite the lateness of the previous night. In Freesia's line of work, she doesn't get stuck with overnight guests, so she's free to get her sleep and wake up early. The young woman is dressed modestly, as always, a long sleeved, long skirted dress covered with a knee length, belted jacket. She's window shopping at one of the open booths when she spots the Weyrleader. As there are remarkably few people about this morning, the chances of ducking out of sight without looking suspicious are slim for Freesia. She gives a quick look about and sighs slightly.

W'rin looks up from where he's searching for nothing imparticular among the booths various wares to spot a face spotting him that he does not recognize. There is a verbal greeting that is little more than a grunt of air in her general direction, and the slow lift of an eyebrow. As the arch of brow reaches its peak he draws himself up to his full height, "Yes?" Only then she gives the all to classic signs of trying to run, if he were a self conscious man he might wonder why people are always looking for exits when he appears, but alas he's completely unaware of social cues so he simply thunders onward, "Up early." More of a statement than a question.

"Good morning, Weyrleader," Freesia says politely, turning away from the stall and stepping towards the Weyrleader. "Not many people about this morning. I hope the flight was a good one." She offers the usual pleasantries after a gold flight, giving no indication of her distaste of the Weyr itself. The wind catches her hair, unveiled for once, and she reaches a hand up to catch the fluttering stuff and tuck it beneath her coat.

"Uh. Morning." It is W'rin's turn to look about uncomfortably, as he tries to engage in small talk, but then a statement as to the affairs of the weyr, and he crosses his arms over his chest as he clears his throat to speak. "Gold's go up, if they are caught and no one is injured beyond a sprain or scratch it is always a good flight. More dragons, more to fight the threat of thread." His voice draws out into a thunderous purr of satisfaction at the state of his weyr. Winds and fluttered hairs, the beginnings of many a love story, are lost on the stony weyrleader. "And you? Are you from the bazaar? Which of these booths do you work in?" The man glances around, not immediately spotting a knot on the woman.

Freesia nods at W'rin's explanation, hair neatly tucked away now. "I am, Weyrleader. I don't exactly work in a booth, though. My father was a merchant before he passed away." Freesia's answer is truthful, but avoids mentioning the truth of her profession. Unlike others of her kind, Freesia's work isn't evident by her appearance - one would need to patronize the establishment to know her work.

W'rin's eyes widen suddenly, a feline beneath the paws of a dragon. "Erm..gr..umm..Sorry for your loss?" Stumbling condolances complete the man's eyes search back towards the booth, "So what do you do now? If not your father's business?"

Freesia murmurs, "It was some time ago. His booth was… not as successful as he lead others to believe. I had to sell everything to pay his creditors. They came out of the stonework as soon as he passed and reported huge sums of debt." Her tone is saddened, but it has been Turns and she has moved on with her life. W'rin's direct question is ignored or perhaps forgotten in her explanations.

"Did they have proof of that debt?" Is that a thorn in Freesia's side, let W'rin twist it for her. A scarred over wound, let W'rin rip it back open slowly. His ignored question draws a set of his jaw, "Woman, I asked you your current profession. Are you a loafer? I will not tolerate a sloth amongst my weyr, using our resources. What is it that you do? Or will I be forced to make sure Sadiaya find some decent work for you?"

Freesia nods her head about the debt, "My father's mark and everything." Freesia's eyes go wide as W'rin suddenly becomes rough, "Weyrleader, I am a prostitute. I most certainly do not loaf off of your weyr. I am fully self sufficient and purchase my meals within the bazaar. I do not frequent your caverns for meals or supplies." Freesia has pulled herself indignantly upright, her tone becoming unusually crisp and her diction precise. If anything, there may be a touch of disgust underlying her tone at the thought of frequenting the lower caverns.

Maybe it wasn't a great day to bring the twins into the bazaar. But Sienna did, wanting to get them out, and about, and show them things, and get them moving. So the petite and curvy greenrider walks half bent over, one hand in each of hers as she leads Airnna and Kelium along the streets, all three of them a bit unsteady and Sienna's eyes scanning, ready to scoop them up should any danger cross their path. The trio are all dressed in long sleeves and long pants, and Sienna has a wrap around her head and draped across her neck. So far they're going well though, and as Sienna and the twins spot W'rin, there's smiles all around. Airnna opens her little mouth for a cry of "Daddy!" and Kelium just waves a chubby hand, though if it's audible yet over the crowd is anyone's guess.

"A prosititue." The sentence is repeated slowly by W'rin as he stares at the female incredulously, "You don't look like a prositute. Must be a high price get to not have to be hanging 'bout the sidestreet with your butt cheeks out for the world to see, and your jugs perfumed with the cheap shit from that booth." A finger jabs backwards down the street. "Beggin' for some man grab at your ass and pay for it." It was a compliment really. "A right good service you lot do for our riders." A man who has been known to send riders down if he thinks it'll help their riding. "St'if may be round to see Rosie soon, may ask that she send him to you. If you don't mind." Completely unaware of her indigination, "That boy needs a good lay, before he flies his dragon into the weyr wall out of frustration." But then his mouth shuts abruptly. His kids. His girl, were a wild beast to melt so quickly to a puddle of sugar as W'rin does when he sees his daughter there wouldn't be a feline left in the jungles of Southern.

It's not just the weather that has kept Mayte in the past few days, though it does count for a lot. She's tucked into a warm coat, all eyes as she peeks around the corner of the Sidestreet. Seeking, seeking… Whatever Mayte's looking for isn't found and she steps out with a relaxed sigh. And up to a scene. As she passes by W'rin and Freesia, Mayte nods to the woman but offers a little wave at the Weyrleader, echoed by her, "Hello, sir." The cry of little kids doesn't hit Mayte's attention for anything because she's eyeing Freesia with a new, bemused look. And then W'rin because he's doing the weird melty-daddy thing again, but her question is for Freesia, "Who's he sending to you?" The Sidestreet is no place for prudes.

Airnna goes first, with Kelium right on her heels as the children both pull free of Sienna's grasp to toddle the last few steps to their father. Kelium latches onto his father's massive leg while Airnna, she just looks up and beams, arms lifted as she waits for him to lift her up onto his shoulders. She knows, already, that she's Daddy's favorite. Kelium…he just has to deal with that. Sienna approaches as well, but she hangs back, a soft smile on her lips to watch her weyrmate and their children interact before she's looking around. "Mayte," she greets warmly, and then dips her head to Freesia. "Miss. Hello."

It isn't that W'rin doesn't love his son, and the boy's leg grasping is received as he bends down to clasp the boys shoulder, perhaps just slightly too heavily, but with nothing but endearment. And then he caves to the entreatments of his daughter and pulls her upward as he stands again. Sienna receiving a rare public smile, before he finally turns his attention to the older girl, "Mayte." He clears his throat and glances away as if he has been caught in some sort of domestic state of sin he doesn't want people to know he's guilty of. "How are you?"

"Right." Freesia responds coolly, having not received the implied compliment. However, as W'rin honors her profession, Freesia's stiff backbone softens and she smiles slightly at the Weyrleader. "Yes, sir. Is he a new one? He may be better with Jenny, who prefers virgins, but I will be glad to make him comfortable when he arrives." To Mayte, she smiles more widely, though she hasn't actually met the woman officially. "St'if, I believe his name is?" Sienna receives a polite nod, "Good day, Rider."

Mayte pulls a little face as Freesia answers her question, of sour distaste, "Oh, that one." Long-suffering tone, but she doesn't say much more than, "He likes the cheap stuff." Wine, right? Oh hey, it's a Sienna! Mayte gives the greenrider a grin and hearty, "Hello, miss!" And then, W'rin. Caught in the act. Whatever grin Mayte was giving Sienna turns into a little knowing smirk, before she eyes his daughter, lips pressed together to avoid laughing in W'rin's fa…sternum. "Doing well, thanks. Uh, pretty well. Was a wild night last night, hey?" Right around halfway through that last sentence, Mayte's shoulders tighten a bit and her tone develops a treble of 'hiding something!' even if she tries to laugh it off after. Smooth like Benden red, this one.

Kelium staggers a bit under the weight of his father's hand, but it'll only serve to strengthen him as he stands up straighter and continues to cling, little fistfulls of fabric keeping him steady. Airnna lets out a giggle as she's lifted and finds her perch, clinging with little hands just like her brother, though she's got her head in the clouds and he has his feet on the ground. Sienna returns that smile, arms crossing gently over her front. Nodding to Mayte, she rubs her arms gently and nods again. "Yeah, pretty wild." She darts a look at her weyrmate, then back to Mayte. "You alright?"

"A virgin rider?" W'rin lifts a brow, opens his mouth, but quickly cover's his daughters ears with his free, massive, hand, "We make sure they take care of such issues before they graduate weyrlinghood. It could break a person's mind to have their first time be a flight." But then just as free as he as with that information about riders he can do nothing but sputter at his unofficially adopted crafting daughter. "I..er..Mayte!" Cause really, he doesn't need to know she's -ACTIVE-, she's a baby! But then Sienna is contributing, "Sienna!" The strange prude-liberal-conservative nature of the weyrleader only causing him to continue to cover his daughter's ears, turn red and sputter, "There are *children* around. My children."

Freesia wouldn't know if St'if was a weyrling or not, as she rarely ventures out of the bazaar. "That's a smart plan. I wasn't aware of how that works." Freesia grins at W'rin, her smile widening at his overreaction to the children's presence. "I'm Freesia," She offers to those who are newly arrived. There are three new people who know her profession now, though Mayte may have guessed as much from Thierry's screams at their previous meeting.

Mayte snorts a little and gives a shoulder-hitch shrug, "Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine." W'rin's exclamation gets a sneaky grin, but she's also pulling a moue of 'ew ew ew' at the Weyrleader: "You're the one talking about virgin riders," she grouses in response. To Freesia, Mayte says, "Mayte. Vintner apprentice." Pleased to meet you? Mayte does reach her hand out for a handshake: "You pissed off that rude jerk from the Bazaar," as of yet unnamed, "And now he's a guard or something?" Cuz how does that work?

Eww, Daddy's hand is sweaty and smelly, and Airnna doesn't appreciate it being on her FACE. She begins to squirm. Sienna just blinks at W'rin, her smile slow. "What? We didn't /say/ anything and they don't know what we're talking about." Though when Kelium begins to bounce up and down chanting "Virgin, virgin, virgin!" That's alllll W'rin's fault. "Kelium," Sienna says, reaching down to try and take his hand, "that's not a good word…" (for a toddler). Looking up at Freesia, Sienna bobs her head. "Well met, Freesia. I'm Sienna, Kehemath's. This is Kelium and that is Airnna." Kelium waves - he's mastered that - and Airnna burbles as she tries to get her face free of her father's hand. "Daaaaaa."

"We tend to know what we are doing." W'rin snorts back, but it is accompanied by a grin, who can be in a bad mood with this small princess in his arms? "Now, Kelium, Airnna…Bubblies?" Because he doesn't have look after them once the hell starts, he'll just shove a bunch of sweets in them liberally, shake, and hand them back to their foster mother. "Freesia." He blinks at Sienna, "Mayte said it!" Because that's mature, and then with one child on his hip and the other gripping his tights he heads towards Ravene's bakery. Always in trouble.

Freesia takes Mayte's hand in her own and gives it a slight squeeze before releasing it. "Very nice to meet you. Yes, the guard recruit," She doesn't know his name either, "I have no idea how he became a guard recruit, but I saw him with the Weyrsecond the other day and he didn't like what I said." Which wasn't much, just a passing comment that the two looked very cozy. "Nice to meet you as well, Sienna."

Kids. Sheesh, except Mayte gives Kelium a devious little grin (the type that screams 'minion', not 'let me babysit'… or maybe it does), but then W'rin's dragging them off, and Mayte huffs, watching Weyrleader and twins disappear towards the bakery. Anyways, Sienna's still here and Mayte eyes her curiously, wondering, "Is that…" good parenting "Good for their teeth?" But cute distractions aside, Freesia's handshake gets a firm response: "Ffft. S'an idiot. The guard, not the Weyrsecond." Mayte knows better than that, eyes flicking to Sienna briefly.

Sienna watches W'rin take their kids off to the bakery with a look that's rather adoring. But she snaps herself out of that right quick, looking back at the ladies. "Ah. What? Oh." Cough. She wasn't checking out W'rin's ass either. Nope. Rubbing a hand against her arm, her brows furrow a little bit. "Who is this? I've been hearing lots of things about someone…and I'm starting to wonder if they're all about the same person, yet no one seems to know his name." Looking back at Mayte, she shrugs. "Probably not, but it's good for them to bond?" Teeth or time with their father. Clearly time with dad wins out.

"We're speaking of a guard with a terrible temper. He doesn't seem inclined to give out his name. Cha'el called him "Smart Alec", but that seemed like a nickname." Freesia shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She has been standing here for a while with the Weyrleader, so her feet are becoming tired. "How old are your children?" She asks Sienna, politely.

Teeth vs. Daddy time… the former can be replaced, right? Mayte shrugs a little and answers, "This guard recruit. Tried propositioning me in the Bazaar." Mayte's indignant hmph fades into a slightly guilty look over at Freesia, "I mean, I thought he was talking about buying wine," she tries to cover brightly, "But it turned out he wasn't interested in that." How droll. Mayte makes an entirely unladylike grunting noise, then mutters something under her breath.

You overhear Mayte mutter, "Ass … … be … better …" to herself.

Sienna frowns. "Huh. What does he look like?" And she looks around as if they'll suddenly say 'there he is!' and that'll be the end of it.

Freesia hmms softly, smiling. "He's about my height, tanned, dark hair, thin." The woman laughs at Mayte's mutter, then gives her a grimace. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine he could be very…. persuasive…. about it." Judging from Thierry's actions so far, he has about as much charm as a rattlesnake.

"If you see a guy getting tailed by some guy with long, pale hair," Mayte snorts, "S'probably him. The blonde is nice, though." Though it's an easy comparison. Freesia gets a longer grin now, "Maybe the guard will straighten him out," even if that's said with doubtful tones. And yes, if anyone was wondering, Mayte clarifies, "The Igen guard." Sooo good luck. Mayte starts rubbing her hands together and huffs, "S'probably hiding inside on a day like today." 'Fresh', some others might call it.

Sienna hmms softly, rubbing her hand against her arm again. "I'll keep an eye out," she promises. "Have a nice day, ladies." And with a dip of her head she's moving into Ravene's bakery as well, just to make sure the children won't puke on their way back home.

Freesia nods at Sienna, "You too," She calls, shifting a few steps away from Mayte as she spots a crowds passing through the bazaar. "Blonde? I only saw him with Cha'el."

As Sienna moves away, Mayte waves… to her back. Oh well. To Freesia, Mayte shrugs: "Yeah… I guess his buddy. S'called Reilan, I think, but I don't know what he does." Something does catch Mayte's eye, and she turns her head to follow the head of a fellow Vintner-knot-bearer - and then a sigh follows her: "I guess my break is over," she says, though it's not a burden according to Mayte's casual voice: "Um." Akward look over at Freesia, "It was lovely meeting you, Miss. Come by Corks and Works anytime you would like a bottle of wine, or something stronger!" There's a wink to accompany that, and Mayte starts back towards the Sidestreet, whistling something poorly-tuned.

"Oh, the boy from the baths. I did see him." Briefly, as Freesia was intent on bathing and ignoring Thierry's freak out. As Mayte departs, Freesia is freed to continue her morning routine, and she turns to do so.

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