Veresch, Kyara


Before Thuggery. Kyara happens across a less-than-happy Veresch in the Stores.


It is evening on the seventh day of the eleventh month of the first Turn of the 12th Pass.


Stores, Igen Weyr

OOC Date


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Boxes, everywhere: some are buried beneath the fugue of dust and spinner-webs, thrust unceremoniously into unseen corners, full of mysterious contents, their solid lids as yet unbroached. Still others line the dirt-smeared walls, damage evident in the caved-in sides or lids set askew. Littering the floor, debris has been left piled in disorganization, left untouched by inattentive drudges and administrative staff. Dull glows splutter feebly in their worn baskets, and the air is fusty and moist, shrouded in the humidity that is Igen. Moisture collects, languid, in the corners of the cavern, lending their own fragrance of mildew and green, growing things,while the occasional dry scratch of scales suggests inhabitants one might not want to inspect too closely.

Evening, perhaps an hour after dinner, and Veresch is in the stoers, stoically going through them with a fine-toothed comb. With Smoke settled down with Onari, her firelizard fair are settled throughout the room on perches that suit them, watching her pack for a trip. There's a pack at her feet, a light one, and she's got an array of travel aids on a closeby table, going through them one by one: matches, a firestone, some rope, tiny things — things that won't weigh a runner down too much, together with some of those dried, horrible rations - a run of some distance, it seems.

Half in her leathers, but not looking in any particular rush or on an errand of particular import, Kyara wanders into the stores, a rather jaunty snatch of a tune hummed under her breath. One gold and two bronze firelizards are in tow, the gold perched on her shoulder and trying to hum along every now and then but ending up constantly frustrated by the volume of Kyara's voice going in and out. Alerted to the presence of another by some shuffling going on back a way, the greenrider ventures a few steps further in and spies Veresch. While her own firelizards chitter quiet greetings at those already present, Kyara clears her throat a little to further announce her presence and tilts her head at the girl. "Headed off somewhere?" she questions, coming up alongside with a small smile.

The girl looks around, smiles at her mentor, and nods. "A long run out towards the hold tomorrow morning," she notes. "I have a message I have to deliver from Sadaiya, I've asked her whether she could give it to me to carry rather than send a firelizard. I need a little bit of space. That'll do. If I set out early enough, I should be well enough away by the time that the sun rises. The bandits can try and catch me without a dragon." Bravado, of course. "Um, I'm not sure if I should say congratulations on your flight. I saw… well, just a bit." Not that Kyara was remotely aware she was there. "I guess you're glad that N'thu's dragon caught?"

Kyara may not have been aware the Veresch had seen anything - aside from a version of herself with a shorter fuse out at the lake the morning before Liareth went up - but the fact still makes the greenrider blush, and she reaches up to rub her neck. "It's… Thank you. I hope I didn't do anything that made things…awkward." She doesn't know what she might've done, but she may as well cover her bases just in case. "And I am glad, yes. Anytime that happens…I'll value it, because I know it may not be often. I get to be around him whenever I have a choice in the matter, so when I don't…" She shrugs, trailing off into a smile both gentle and crooked. With a small shake of her head, she moves on. "A message run. You know…I'd be more than happy to take you. The bandits are making things dangerous; it's not safe, and I…I don't want anything happening to you," she says with a pointed, concerned look at her mentee. "But if you need space…" She leans back against the shelf, lowering her eyes to search Veresch's face. "Is everything alright?"

"Boys are stupid." That's all Veresch says, but the subtext is more than enough to figure it out, especially for a harper trained to listen underneath the underneath. "But you're right, I need some time. I know it's dangerous, but these days it seems my head is never clear, so I want to see if it won't help to run a little. Or a lot. I don't know." Pausing in her packing, she frowns thoughtfully. "I didn't see you do much beyond dancing around with a scarf and teasing people, so it's not as if you tried to outdo Rosie's tabledancers." There's a light smile, a curve of mirth on her delicate face. "'sides, I came along so late that it was just a few minutes. You should dress up more a little. You looked very good."

"I just might," Kyara concedes to Veresch's suggestions, rubbing her neck a little again and retaining her blush just a bit. "It's not practical all the time, but…we'll see." She considers the girl for a good moment, sympathetic smile and tilt to her eyebrows gradually transforming her face. "Boys are stupid," she agrees atop a laugh, a careful emphasis placed on the first word as she reaches out to place a hand on Veresch's shoulder. The light pressure in her fingers offers a ready hug. "I know that quite well. What happened? Do I need to go pay someone a visit?" It's an offer made partly in jest; she's been the recipient of such offers herself, in the past. Though it could just as easily swing the other way, if needed.

Veresch sniffs dismissively. "No thanks," she mutters with a ruffle of her hair back, sweeping it irritably out of her eyes. "This time it's not going to help at all. He didn't ask, he's not interested, he's got something else." Each of those phrases, taken individually, aren't promising; taken together they're a world of 'The End'. Luckily she's getting angry about it rather than weepy. "It's okay, it's really okay. I need to get out alone. I know it's dangerous." Hence the angry packing, see. Turning, she sinks into the hug, arms cramp-tight around Kyara for a moment before pulling away. "Is there any nicer long-term food than these rations? They smell like boots. They probably taste like boots too."

"Ahhhh, Veresch." Kyara squeezes Veresch tightly back before letting the girl get back to her packing, that sympathetic smile remaining though her lips press into a thin line for a moment. "I know exactly how that goes. But I also know you come across the right person eventually. It'll happen, don't worry." Not that it makes the wait for that moment any easier, and the slight wrinkle to her nose at that shows she remembers that feeling. "You know you I'm always here if you need to talk. Now, as for food…" She folds her arms, a finger tapping against one elbow in a long moment of thought before she speaks again. "How long are you planning on being gone? You should try the Bazaar; there are some merchants who sell dried things - meats, fruits, vegetables. Ravene has some travel breads, I'm sure. I'd go through there first before settling on…boot leather," she scoffs, making a face.

The girl wrinkles her nose in well, in perfect understanding with Kyara. "If the shops are open still, I'll go and look. I'll take some of these though, just in case they're not." Finally stuffing everything into her pack, she cinches and wraps it around her like a messenger pouch, and turns to give a huge thumbsup. "I'll see you in a seven or so, I think, depending on how long it takes me. Helios is clever enough by now to send messages, I'll have him find you if there are any problems." There's a short pause. "I'll be alright. I promise!"

Kyara smirks, looking Veresch over thoughtfully. "I'd still feel better if you were travelling with one of the traders or something, at least. But you know you best. Are you taking all of them with you?" she asks, gesturing to the various firelizards perched round about. "I could send Mios with you, as added insurance. If anything happens, Lia and I will be there in a heartbeat." And any bandits on the receiving end of that may just wish they'd been caught out in Thread instead.

Veresch laughs and shakes her head. "Poor Mios, no. I expect mine to forage, so I won't be taking food along for them, but thanks for the offer." One last hug is given, emphasizing that the difference in height between them is shrinking, and gives her mentor a fond pat on the shoulder. "I'll let you know when I arrive there." Then, with that reassurance, she turns to leave. "Going to hit the markets before saying goodbye to my parents!" she calls over her shoulder. "I'll bring you back some sand." Ha ha. What a kidder.

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