==== September 15, 2013
==== Mayte, Sienna
==== Sienna comes to Corks and Works to deliver some cheese, and ends up discussing just what is going on!

Who Mayte, Sienna
What Sienna comes to Corks and Works to deliver some cheese, and ends up discussing just what is going on!
When One Turn, two months, and 21 days before the 12th Pass
Where Corks and Works Wineshop


Corks and Works
Day or night, this shop is well lit on the inside, by day with Rukbat's beams, and by night by the grace of many glowbaskets that are very liberally used to maintain lighting. When a chance is gained to look about the shop, one easily sees why - there are shelves upon shelves of wine here. The perimeter of the wine shop is lined by shelves four high, and each shelf is carefully stacked just short of bursting with wine of various vintages, regions, sweet or bitterness, and even more importantly, price. But lo, wine is not the only thing to be found on the shelves here - one wall is dedicated to other liquors, from ale to brandy to vodka, and many in between. A carefully written sign nearby says, 'if you don't see what you're looking for, let us know!' There are also a couple of shelves on the wall of the main door, dedicated to things not of vintner make. Although they are bare at the moment, a portable chalkboard plaque says, 'Sienna's Cheeses'.
Even the wall behind the counter has wine bottles on it, but it's the counter itself that is more of note. Approximately four feet high, there are wine bottles underneath as well - empty ones this time, as if to display the wines that have passed through here in the past. Many of which are highly remarkable in either name or vintage. The top of the counter is typically kept clean and polished to shine. A heavy book for keeping track of sales is atop the counter, as well as a stylus for writing with, and an inkwell. One of the shelves behind the counter has been reserved for clean wine glasses, and there is a tub for dirty glasses beneath it; next to it are small clothe bags with the shop's name embroidered into them, for the customers who buy more than a single bottle of wine.
In the middle of the room is a circular wooden display with spaces for wine bottles to be inserted, while the card on the little shelf below tells the name of the vintage or wine of the sevenday. A table and chairs are sometimes brought out from the storeroom to the front room, when there are particular customers about, or when there is a particular event going on. The shop itself is manned at all times, even during the night, sometimes by the feared Eollyn herself, and sometimes by Mayte or other apprentices.

It's still pretty early in the morning for someone to start drinking, but that doesn't mean they can't load up to drink later, right? So Mayte is busy prepping the store for the first rush of the day, looking MUCH more relaxed in pants and jacket. It seems someone is testing the boundaries of her freedom. On the opposite wrist from her usual leather bracer, a little silver braid dangles, simple and unornamented, but why the heck not, why not a kicky beret? Okay, maybe not. Mayte's got the duster out and is checking crevices and surfaces for hints of lint or trusts of dust. Begone!

In contrast - perhaps rather amusing contrast - Sienna waddles into the store in traditional garb. The wrap dress supports her belly with its folds, tucked in neatly and showing nothing that shouldn't be shown - except her face. Traditional or not, the greenrider has yet to wear a true headscarf and veil. Behind her comes one of her apprentice bakers, the one she's been teaching about her cheeses and the one who is most often running her errands to and from the bazaar. But today, Sienna has come with him. "Mayte," the woman greets, smiling. The only visible jewelry she wears is her weyrmating ring on a silver chain around her neck. The rest of her has gotten too big and too swollen for her usual adornments.

Mayte turns sharply as the door opens, but smiles so brightly at the sight of Sienna, "Miss Sienna!" she cheers. Just give her pompomps and she'll make up a rhyme. Yeah, Mayte's had enough of not showing anything and she's so over it, "How are you doing? Can I get you a seat?" So considerate! A curious eye is cast at the young man with the greenrider, but oh well, "To what do we owe the honour?"

Liesan steps further inside, carrying several wrapped wheels of cheese. He dips his head politely to Mayte, the fourteen turn old boy giving her the respect he always does whenever he's here on Sienna's business. His knot is that of an apprentice Baker. "Deliveries," Sienna says with a smile, leaning on her cane and nodding to Liesan to put the wheels on the counter. "I thought I'd come with Liesan this time, and see how you were doing." She briefly eyes the girl's chin, and then smiles. "A seat would be welcome, thank you."

Mayte gives a return nod of acknowledgement to Liesan. Cheeseman. "Kalligon! A chair! A tall one!" Mayte calls to the back (not her usual Kalligon-ordering roar), and for once, the smaller boy emerges quickly with her request, positioning it in front of the counter. It's even got a back on it. Mayte eyes the cheeses eagerly for a moment, and then catches Sienna's look at her chin. Pretending to grump for a moment, the younger girl gives in with a cheeky grin, "S'gone! See?" Tilting her head back to show that all the discoloured green and yellow has faded completely.

Sienna thanks Kalligon politely and she settles into the offered, chair, leaning back and appreciating that it /has/ a back. "I'm glad it's healed," she says with a nod. "Liesan can begin slicing and packaging those wheels if you'd like. Same portions, yes? The baskets have been selling well?" She glances over at her shelf to judge how much stock she has left here, and smiles when she sees that these two wheels will stuff that shelf once more.

Does Mayte know how to treat a pregnant lady, or does she know how to treat a pregnant lady? "Me too," she confesses, "I was getting tired of the weird questions. Oh, yes, that would be wonderful, if you would, Liesan?" A big smile to the baker, and then Mayte shakes her head at Sienna, "Gosh, are they ever. I keep thinking people are having Turndays, or something." Maybe it was a good time of the Turn to have children, so many years ago. "And after that mess in the Bazaar," and Mayte's TOTALLY not bitter about that, "It's like everyone wants to keep money flowing around here." Weeeird. "How are things going with…" A little chin jut to Sienna's belly, "Your little one?" Just in case the Weyrlingmaster decides to go into labour in the store.

Sienna laughs. "There are always reasons to celebrate," she agrees with a nod. Then there's a little frown. "About that mess…has there been any indication about /why/ the guards suddenly invited themselves to that meeting?" She rubs her hand over her stomach thoughtfully, and chuckles. "It's going fine." But her tone is quiet. Resigned. She's ready to be done.

Mayte grins and shrugs a little, "I guess. Maybe we'll get to celebrate you, soon." Impish Vintner smile. Sienna's question has that smile sliding into a thoughtful moue, "Um. No… I mean, they went straight for Kachru but I haven't heard anyone say why. Been trapped up in here, though." A shrug and Mayte pulls out three glasses and a pitcher of water, filling all near to the brim, "Ya know, when A'l… Weyrsecond A'lory was yelling, he asked if I thought about if it was a legal raid or not. But, um, why wouldn't it be?" Oh sure, Mayte can have hypotheses, but knowing is different. "M'yck said the same thing." Could the Guard be going… straight? No, no, that can't be…

Sienna laughs. "I certainly hope it'll be a celebration…" She grins at the Vinter, chuckling. "Kachru is…? Forgive me," she adds quickly. "A legal raid?"

Mayte raises a typical teenager eyebrow, "Of course it'll be a celebration!" And it will be GLORIOUS. Ahem. "Oh! Yeah, Kachru runs the Stitches Bitches, one of the stores in the Bazaar. And now…" here Mayte lowers her voice, "Now there are raids on stores in the Bazaar. We haven't had one, but," Mayte shrugs. Surely it's just a matter of time. "I don't know /what/ they're looking for." Whether they're legal or not… "Does te Weyrwoman and Weyrleader know about them then?" Because bureaucracy is always transparent like that. Mayte lifts up her glass and stares into the water for a moment.

Sienna frowns. "But…raids for what? The bazaar pays its tithes…" Right? Then she shakes her head. "I don't know what the leadership knows or does not know. I'm just the Weyrlingmaster." Which means there's no work pillow talk. Or if there is, she's not saying. "But it is very curious."

Mayte shrugs a little, "No idea." The mere sound of the door possibly opening as Mayte stop, as if she had something more to say, "Eollyn might know more." That Sienna doesn't know ALL ABOUT THIS leaves Mayte huffing with a repentant grin, "Of course, Miss Sienna. Weyrlingmaster and best cheesemaker in the Weyr." A teasing little salute, that looks more like Mayte has no idea how to salute, "Have you heard anything?"

Sienna laughs, shaking her head. "Nothing, which…troubles me," she admits with a slight frown. "I have business here too, as you well know. Here, and at the bakery. I pay my tithe to the weyr, a portion of my profits. I have nothing to hide, and yet…there is a sense of unease and I'd like to figure out why the guards have chosen /now/ to step in. If something truly underhanded was happening, or if…" Hmm.

Now that the … excitement of the bazaar raid has calmed down, Mayte knows better than to ask about the it'd-be-a-shame tax, so she simply nods. "If?" Underhanded, in the Bazaar? Never! Well, not at this store, at least. "But who could you ask?" Even Mayte's not naive enough to think the Guard will just open their books and cheerfully tell all their dastardly plans (or the not-so-dastardly ones, even). "Would M'yck know?"

Sienna shrugs, "That I don't know," she admits. Then she laughs. "If he did, he wouldn't tell /me/. I'm not sure where to go from here but I'm certainly keeping my ear to the ground." When Liesan finishes slicing and wrapping the cheeses and steps back around the counter, Sienna heaves herself to her feet. "We'd best be getting back to the weyr. Keep me updated, yes?"

Mayte shrugs consideringly, "Hah. That's true." M'yck is to an open book what… M'yck is to Mayte's peace of mind: not even remotely. As Liesan moves back into Mayte's line of view, the Vintner jumps a little, "Oh! My bad. Didn't see you there." Which is totally different than being caught up in her own thoughts. A nod to Sienna, "Sure thing, Miss Sienna. And likewise?" Just in case Corks and Works needs to… invest in stronger doors or something.

Sienna nods. "Of course I will." Emotions - and just /liking/ Mayte aside - Sienna has her own stake in the bazaar and this shop in particular. Need marks for the baby, after all! Smiling, she dips her head in a respectful farewell to the apprentice and makes her way out.

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