Who

Aztrexia

What

An Elder Sworn Spy is Sent to Gather Information

When

-- On Pern --
It is 2:37 AM where you are.
It is early morning of the tenth day of the second month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the fortieth day of Winter and 40 degrees.


Where

Igen Caravan Grounds, Zingari Leader's Wagon

OOC Date 05 Feb 2017 07:00

 

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Igen Caravan Grounds

Caravan Grounds

Deep grooves in the hard packed earth criss-cross a large patch of denuded ground, bearing mute testament to the caravans that frequent this area. Despite the midden holes set back a ways from the main center of traffic, the air is sweet, redolent with the sagebrush that forms a loose perimeter around the flattened expanse. In what is as close to its center as the vague boundaries suggest, a stone ringed fire pit has been dug and surrounded with the odd log or two, ash overflowing from its darkly blackened core.

It is the fortieth day of Winter and 40 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.


It’s late, so late in fact, it can be considered the wee hours of the morning. The whole of Igen weyr lays wrapped in the soft clutches of a good night’s sleep. The weyr seems suspended in silence, as if someone had hit the proverbial mute button on all Igen sound waves.

Aztrexia hates it, this pregnant silence surrounding everything magnifies any sound made ten fold. Trexa’s already had a series of heart attacks crossing the caravan grounds. Things have been changing around the bustling Zingari caravan. There was some sort of a shift in the ranks and Trexa hasn’t quite made out who yet. Whomever it is seems to have doubled the guard around the caravan, though, this may be policy before a large trip as well. Trexa hasn’t been with the main caravan on a journey yet, so she wouldn’t know.

She’s much more relaxed now that she has the cover of the caravan wagons and yurts to hide her presence. Dressed in all black, she sneaks from wagon to wagon, hiding if necessary, thanking her spy teachers every time she manages to escape the notice of a Zingari guard, or one of S’ayde’s lapdogs. She finally reaches the Zingari Leader’s wagon and slips into the undercarriage to await the passing of the guards.

Aztrexia knows full well that the wagon is empty, even of the lizards. The whole leading family had taken residence up in the husband’s yurt due to lack of space in the wagon. Willimina did her work here by day, but they spent the nights in the larger of the two spaces, particularly since the arrival of their daughter, another thing on the list of things she has to report to the elders. Aztrexia nearly grumbles, catching herself just as a Zingari guard passes by.

She’s had the elders down her back since S’ayde caught the last messenger. Why they didn’t just use lizards to ferry this stuff is beyond Trexa… Stubborn old elders stuck in stubborn old ways she supposes, as long as they kept filling her purse however, she’d not complain about the jobs she’s been set. At least not out loud.

Aztrexia waits a moment more after the guard passes and peeks out from under the wagon. Her coast is clear, she’ll only have moments before the next passing to get that door open and get inside. She slips out from under the wagon and examines the lock on the door with a single glow. Lucky for Aztrexia, she's a wizard with locks and she has the door open and is inside within just a moment or two of time. She slips the door closed and makes sure all the shutters are closed on the wagon.

Zingari Leader's Wagon

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This wagon is large, considering it was built with a growing family in mind. A large bed takes up the entire back wall. It is covered with silky bedding in a riot of vibrant colours. Along one wall a set of cupboards and a counter top sit, complete on the end with a large brazier, bolted to the floor, for cooking and heating purposes. The other wall, is lined with shelves and chests, full of Willa's belongings, clothes and treasures. A small Crib sits at the foot of the bed, a few handmade toys scattered around the foot of it. Somehow, Willa also has room for two rocking chairs with a small table between.



Now she feels safe enough to dig out a few more glows. She slips to the desk of the wagon, a seat she’s come quite familiar with in the last months and begins rifling through the messages and invoices there. At first there is nothing interesting, a few missives to Willimina from family members, a couple of notes from the weyr on tithes, but then, then she finds the missives containing what she needs.

A detailed itinerary of the trip the Zingari are about to make, including shipments of goods they’ll be hauling to other holds and cots, things they plan on trading with the other clans. Oh this is good… The elders are going to love this. Aztrexia’s heart skips a few beats. They’ll be able to cripple Willimina’s trade if they steal these shipments, and it’ll undermine her credibility to those she owes the shipments to. Perfect.

The itinerary also gives the elders a way to track Willimina’s whereabouts should they decide to move. Even more perfect. Rebellion has been simmering for months and Aztrexia knows there has to be a reason behind all this information gathering. What she isn’t sure of, is what her employers have up their sleeves.

Quickly, she grabs a hide and ink and stylus and copies the itinerary down word for word, sanding it when it’s dry to keep it from smudging. There, that’s done. Trexa shifts through a few more missives, catching one to the Kheerin clan about the trip. It’s addressed to the leaders of the Kheerin and invites them to join Willimina and Tallel on their sojourn, in light of getting to know their new granddaughter and for a reunion of the two leading clans. Hmmm.

The missive is personal, mostly about family things, but Aztrexia has the urge to copy it anyhow and does, stowing it with the copy of the itinerary. Shuffling through, she finds nothing else of import at the moment. Sighing, she stands and quietly looks around the wagon with what little light she has. She’ll have to wait a bit for the passing of the guard again. She finds a pretty bracelet and eyes it before slipping it over her wrist. Thank you Willa, the silver piece with polished quartz looks amazing against Trexa’s skin. She smiles.

Shifting, Aztrexia bends to peer inside a chest, and finds dancing costumes. Luxuriant dancing costumes. She pulls out a red and gold one with gems sewn into the hems. Score! She slips her rucksack off her back and shoves the costume inside, along with the matching jewelry. The leader will never notice with all these costumes in here, she’s betting the other trunks in here are full of the same. Little does she know, she just stole Willimina’s wedding attire, which will most certainly be missed and missed soon.

Sighing, Trexa steals a few more baubles and a small purse of marks she finds before sifting the sand off her missives and stowing them away as well. She then pockets her glows and peers out the shutters. Coast clear. She’s out of the wagon and across the grounds before anyone else is the wiser.

Looks like Javid is going to have his hands full with this one…

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