====May 5th, 2013
====Chalantrial, Ariaya
====Chalantrial and Ariaya meet in the Cantina

Dustbowl Cantina

Night as fallen at Igen and many people are filtering into the Cantina to get a drink after having spent the day working or walking through the Bazaar. There's a steady hum as a number of conversations go on at once. Chalantrial steps into the Cantina her eyes searching around as she looks around and then she lets out a huff. "Now where did he get off too?" She mutters to herself and just shakes her head a little. She then gives a shrug and mutters again. "I shouldn't have to be his keeper, he's a grown man after all." She heads on up to bar and stands there waiting for a bit before someone finally gets around to her and she gets a bit of wine and slips through the crowd to find an empty table.

Ariaya wondered into the Cantina, a glass of good wine is just what she wanted after a long day at the loom. She was very happy with the fine fiber that she was weaving, but it took a lot of concentration to get just right. Ah, there was a space at the bar! Ariaya leaned over and waved at the bar tender, who just smiled back and continued to serve the other customers. Eventually though, she got her glass of wine.

Chalantrial begins to people watch. Her eyes flicking more over the clothing that people are wearing than the people themselves. A few she actually wrinkles her nose in disgust, but a few she's looking quite thoughtful over. Her gaze ships to the door from time to time, frowning each time she does. She takes another ship just as someone jostles into her. "Hey! Watch it!" she exclaims and then just mutters as the an just laughs at her and continues on his way. She sighs as she looks down at herself. Seems her wine spilled in the process.

Ariaya turns from the bar as she hears someone exclaim. She watched as a man bumps into a young woman, spilling her wine over the woman. Sighing at the lack of care from the man, she moves carefully towards the young woman. As she gets closer, she notices the delicate embroidery along the other woman's skirt and scarf. Smiling at the other woman, Ariaya nods in greeting, "Hi, I'm Ariaya."

Chalantrial doesn't smile right away, she's still a bit peeved. She then gives herself a bit of a shake as she looks up at Ariaya. She gives a little nod and then a crooked smile. "Hi, I'm Chalantrial." she murmurs. After a brief pause she adds "Would you like to sit?" she asks as she looks curiously over her clothes. "Beautiful fabric." she notes.

"Thanks," Ariaya smiled at the compliment, "and yes, I'd love to sit. I think it'll be safer." She gestured to Chalantrial's wine stained tunic, "I'm sorry you got wine on your tunic. I have something that can help to get that out if you would like. I'm glad it didn't get on your skirt. The embroidery is lovely."

Chalantrial glances down and nods "I'd appreciate it if you've something good that works well. And thank you. Spent quite a bit of time working on it." she notes quietly "Though if the stain doesn't come out, I'll just have to turn it into something else I suppose."

Ariaya nodded in agreement. "I can usually get wine stains out." She gestured with her glass, "I'm fond of the stuff myself … and accidents do happen." She took a generous sip and paused for a moment to really taste the wine. Turning back to her table companion, "Thanks for sitting with me, I don't know that many people here yet. I've only recently been posted here."

Chalantrial nods a little "Yeah, they do. But I wish people weren't so… so.." she hmmphs a little. "Anyway, no problem. I like company now and then." she notes and then tips her head a little to one side. "Posted huh? What craft?" she asks curiously. "I would have liked to have gone into a craft, but Da." she shakes her head and then shrugs. "Well, what can you do?"

"I'm a journeyman weaver. Usually I work with fine fibers, but I can weave anything," she grinned at her boasting, "or so I tell people." She looked curiously at Chalantrial, "What did you want to do?"

There's a bit of silence for a moment and then Chalantrial shrugs "Well, I wanted to join the weavers, I wanted to learn more things, but Da says wasn't no sense in it. He wasn't about to pay for services from a chit of a girl he said." she sighs a little "Course, I suppose it would be silly. He said he was never a part of a craft, and so no sense in me being part of one."

Ariaya frowned, opened her mouth as if to respond, then closed it again. She took a sip of her wine before answering. "Perhaps, and you don't have to be part of the craft to do some things from it. " she gestured to Chalantrial's scarf, just look at what you did.

Chalantrial shakes her head a little "No, but I did hope to learn some other techniques." she notes quitely. "Anyone can leaarn to sew. I know. I had a needle in hand since I was little." she shrugs "But, well. It's just firelizard dreams." she adds "Little point in even dreaming it actually." she adds. "Besides, I've got freedom to do what my Da wants, what more could a girl want?"

"Well, there's a few weavers here. Maybe we can teach you a couple things," she smiled encouragingly, "and then you can still do what your Da wants." Ariaya cocked her head curiously, "What do you do then?"

Chalantrial looks thoughtful and then there's a tentative smile "You think they would teach me? Would you? I always wanted to weave." she notes softly "I sew the clothes that we sell. I've got a pretty good eye for fitting people, and I can sew a really fine seam."

"Sure I'll teach you, we can always use an extra hand," she grinned, "I hear that dragon riders are very tough on clothes, so we'll need to make a lot!" Ariaya's grin softened into an encouraging smile, "You said that you make the clothes you sell, your father is a trader then? "

There's a snort and then a bright smile "Shards no. Da ain't no trader." she then shakes her head a little "Nah, we be honest merchants as he says. Course, I remember hearing once that our family was part of a trading caravan, but we've been here at Igen for so long, I can't say for sure whether that's true or not."

Ariaya frowned a little, "There's nothing wrong with being a trader. Before I was apprenticed, my family traded with the Weavercraft Hall a bit. That's how I got into weaving." she shook her head, there was nothing wrong with being a merchant either. "Sorry, I get a little defensive about my family sometimes." she gestured in apology.

Chalantrial smiles a little wryly "I've nothing against traders. Da just refuses to deal with them. Which gets interesting sometimes because there's a number that doesn't want to deal a girl." she goes silent a moment "Hard to get a good deal sometimes though." she snorts a little, "Does your family still trade?" she asks curiously as she starts to look a little thoughtful. "What do they trade in?"

"Yeah, some folks don't want to deal with girls in general," Ariaya shrugs as if to say "their loss". "My Father still trades in finery. He trades fabric from the Weavercraft Hall as well as fine lace, fabric and edgings for fancy dresses and shirts. He comes through here sometimes, and I can make sure you get a chance to see his wares." she grins, "he doesn't mind trading with a girl."

Chalantrial perks up and she gets a really bright smile. "That would be really wonderful!" she exclaims "It gets so hard sometimes to get really good lace sometimes." she shakes her head a little and gets an almost dreamy look on her face.

Ariaya stifles a chuckle as she recognizes the look, "he should be here in a few sevendays, I'll let you know when he's here." She sipped the last of her wine and yawned.

Chalantrial can't help but let out a squeal, though it's quickly stifled and a look of horror crosses her face as a rather older looking an steps up next to the table. She cringes just a moment. "Umm, Da. There you are." she murmurs. He just looks at her and she sort of folds in on herself as she gets up. "It was good seeing you." she murmurs to Ariaya. When her father turns to head towards the door, she casts a quick glance back towards Ariaya "Few sevendays? Yes." she grins a little and then quickly hurries after her father.

Ariaya plays with her empty glass for a few moments as she watched Chalantrial trail after her father. It was really a shame that some men were still like that.