Sacitca, Zalara


Sacitca's looking for something in the stores. She and Zalara have a brief encounter.


The tenth day of the third 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.

The day drags on as the lunching hour gradually passes. The thunderstorms mean that it is well advised to stay indoors, and Sacitca is all too glad to stay where it's dry. At the moment she is lost within the shelves of the Stores, searching for particular items to aid in the assembly of her pet project. "This might work.." The Tlatoani-Candidate murmurs, considering an oddly shapped bottle with complete seriousness. It would be all too easy to sneak up on her right now.

Zalara comes in carrying some items that one of the assistant headwoman's ordered and now wants stored. She hmmms as she looks around for the right place to put them. She clangs as she moves at the metal pieces in the boxes.

The clanging of the metal pieces does manage to startle Sacitca into flinching with surprise - fortunately just barely not enough to actually make her jump. Jumping while holding glass could be a dangerous business! "Hello?" The woman calls out, looking around as she tries to spot or place just where the noise came from. Are there tunnelsnakes down here? Or is another person actually the source of the noise?

Zalara hears the questionable greeting, "Hello there." She says as she looks around and spots Sacitca, "Hi there. I'm Zalara, apprentice smith just dropping off an order for the assistant headwoman, she said to put it down here."

Finally spotting Zalara, Sacitca relaxes a hair, and steps away from the shelf she was digging in. "Hello, Zalara. I'm Sacitca, formerly a perfumist and currently a Candidate." The last bit still bemuses her a bit, though that's tucked away quickly enough to look over the younger girl. "How does being a smith treat you, Zalara?"

Zalara smiles, "It's nice to meet you Sacitca. Congratulations on being searched." She ohs, "Well most days it's good, some days it's bad and others are indifferent." She says as she moves down the rows and she ahs, "Here we go." She goes to put the box she has up on the shelf.

Sacitca smiles back at Zalara. "Thank you," she replies, watching the girl as she moves. "I have to admit, whatever you've got in your box startled me." It's a wry smile that accompanies this comment. "Do the boys bully you?" Because boys will be boys, and she knows that Journeymen aren't always paying the best of attention to things.

Zalara nods, "It's some metal pins and other clothing making things that the assistant headwoman asked for from the smiths." She shrugs, "They do I'm tougher, stronger, smarter and all around a better smith then they are so they can be jealous. I'm going to keep working hard." She smirks, "Some of the older masters and journeymen try not to teach me at all, but they have to teach everyone."

A small smile creeps across Sacitca's lips this time, and she nods a little in understanding. "All the better for you. Learn well, and I'm sure you'll leave them all reeling someday soon." She glances in the direction the exit's in, and cradles the beaker and one of the other oddly shaped glass bottles in her arms. "I should get going, I need to report for some sort of class." It's said apologetically, even as she starts on her way off. "It was very nice meeting you, Zalara."

Zalara smiles, "I'm going to be Master Smith one day. It was nice meeting you. Have fun at class." She ways with a wave and she starts to head out as well.

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