Who

Zisiene Kyrrin Willimina

What

Some Zingari girls sell their wares and a thief is caught

When

-- On Pern --
It is 2:51 PM where you are.
It is afternoon of the first day of the fourth month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the sixty-first day of Spring and 82 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern:
It is the sixty-first day of Autumn and 64 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the autumn rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the sixty-first day of Autumn and 21 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Where

Igen River Hold, Gather Grounds

OOC Date 28 Feb 2016 07:00

 

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"My dear, all of Igen's clutches are bizarre"



Winter On The River Gather

Igen River Hold’s Caravan grounds have been turned into a cornucopia of sparkling winter delights, delicious cold weather themed drinks and food and the festive, bright colors of the Zingari. Ice has been imported and miraculously transformed into snow piles and icy walls ‘round the caravan grounds. People file in and out of the mini carnival arena, enjoying the delights this place offers. Mini games are set up, a dance floor with a full set of musicians, food booths, a hay ride, drink carts, a stage for acting and of course a long line of Zingari merchants looking to hawk their wares, amongst many many other things.



The last day of the Winter on The River Gather, started late as those who've been here since the beginning sooth sore heads and empty pockets. However, the crowds keep on coming, because with the last day of a gather, comes a slash in regular prices. River Hold and Zingari vendors alike severely reduce their prices to move as much merchandise as possible. It's a crazy cacophany of haggling and merry happenings and Willimina is right in the middle of it. It's her turn at The Zingari dress stall and she stands there like a good attendant, watching the crowds go by. Most of the ice has begun to melt, but people are still able to enjoy the winter delights. Willimina smiles. What a success!

Kyrrin has only just returned once more from the Weyr, after having found a willing individual to ferry her back just in time to witness the Clutching. Some choice bits of news therefore in tow, she mingles with the crowds at the Gather, pointing out choice merchandise left here and there to people as she passes by - if she knows the merchant or the merchandise. And then, at last! There is Willimina - within the dress stall, and Kyrrin makes her way to the Zingari leader like a moth to a flame. "Twenty six," she comments breathlessly, a quick grin on her face. "All seem healthy - although rather bizarre mostly." Because this is important to know, yes?

Having nothing better to do, Zisiene moves through the crowd like the expert street urchin she once was. The fact that she's so short helps to keep people from taking too much notice of her, thus she'd be more than able to lift a few marks were she so inclined. Fortunately for most, she's headed towards the dress stall, and arrives just in time to hear the news from the Weyr, "That's a good number," she comments softly as she finds a place to sit all prepared to learn the tricks of trade. After all she's not taken her turn at the dress stall, and now seems as good a time as any to do so.

Willimina's gaze flicks in Kyrrin's direction as the girl runs up reprting about the clutching. Willimina smiles widely. "Fantastic! SOunds like a good and healthy clutch then." Ky'rrin's use of the word bizarre has Willimina chortling softly. "My dear, all of Igen's clutches are bizarre, just like our sandy desert home." Willa tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear and leans against the stall wall, sipping at the drink she had hidden under the counter. "Did you see S'ayde while you were in Igen?" Willimina asks. The rider/spymaster's moods had been unpredictable as of late, and since his split from his Reika lover, well, he'd been scarce around the Zingari beyond his teaching duties to the spylings. Willa's eyes flick slightly to the side of Kyrrin as Zisiene arrives. "Good afternoon Isie."

"Just wait until you see some of them for yourself," Kyrrin replies with a quick shake of her head. "Some of them go beyond any I've seen in recent turns." So apparently a rather interesting clutch! "Isie, hello." Kyrrin fiddles absent-mindedly with a dress's skirt, showing it off to a couple of people who look interested as they lazily walk by. Will they buy it? Only time will tell! "I didn't see him," Kyrrin answers with a small frown, and a shake of her head. "But I could have just missed him, as well." Just as likely as not - it's not as if the greenrider and her were in any means close. "How have things gone so far today?"

Zisiene nods in agreement even as she grin a little at Willa, "Afternoon, Willamina," maybe with the next stop the ex baker's apprentice will have some tasty baked goods to sell? She's just not quite made up her mind about that. "Heyla Kyrrin," is returned, and a particularly colorful skirt is given a twitch which gathers an interested look from a girl not much taller than Isie herself, "I've never seen eggs that weren't unusual," that she can remember anyway. As for how things have gone so far today, Isie leaves that for Willimina to answer.

Willimina smiles. "I've no doubt they're very odd. I'd love to see them, but we have several scheduled gathers yet, and a lot of travel time between. I doubt we'll be back to the weyr until well after those eggs have hatched." Willimina gives a shrug as if to say, 'What are we to do?'. "Next one of you spylings who plays outrunner to Igen needs to track down S'ayde eh? I need the Igen reports and I need reports on you students. I hope the new classes are going well?" WIllimina steps out of the dress stall to allow Zisiene to take over. "Hey, I'm going to change into one of these, hopefully it'll boost sales, eh?" This is aimed at Zisiene as Willimina plucks a vibrnat number in shades of burnt orange and sunflower yellow.

"You never know what might draw you back to the weyr for a day or two!" Kyrrin points out cheerfully, undetered. "I'll let the others know, though, so whoever it is next…" Can get that information for Willa - or at least let S'ayde know that the Zingari leader is wanting it! "I could always look to see if there are any riders here." And hitch another right back to the weyr to seek out the spymaster. "They've been going well," Kyrrin agrees. "At least, so it seems to me?" Others might have other ideas - Kyrrin can only speak for herself, after all! She grins at the talk of changing into some of the dresses, and considers a couple of them. Are they big enough for her? THat would be the question…

Zisiene gives a nod as she moves to take a more prominent position in the stall. The girl watches as people start to gather in earnest looking for a good deal. There's a lovely deep burgandy dress that has a couple of young women looking at it, "It is of the finest quality," she assures as one of the young women actually reaches for it, "You'd look stunning in that," is said in an attempt to entice the sale. As for changing into one of the dresses, the problem for Isie is they're generally not small enough for her. Marks are finely dropped on the counter, and she cheerfully pulls the dress from its hanger, "You'll look absolutely stunning," she says as she wraps it before handing it over to the young woman.

Willimina disappears into the changing room to put on the dress she'd chosen. When she emerges, she looks something like this: ( http://g02.s.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1K5vnHXXXXXbFXVXXq6xXFXXX3/200841320/HTB1K5vnHXXXXXbFXVXXq6xXFXXX3.jpg ) "Ta-da!" She says, twirling in a circle in front of the stall. She looks at Kyrrin and grins. "Well, wht do you think of the instructors S'ayde brought in? Igraine? Dhoren? Jarvis? Morgaine?" Willimina prods, looking for an earnest answer. After all, her spyling program would only work if the spylings liked their instructors, right? She looks towards Zisiene and smiles widely when a sale was made. "Go figure. I've not made but one sale today, you step in and you get one immediately. Looks like we had the wrong woman behind the counter!"

Kyrrin flashes a grin at Willa, and nods. "I've liked them - but they're all I've ever known," she points out. And then, before she can further continue her conversation in any direction, the woman's shoulder is tapped by a fellow spyling. The pair exchange a few words, and Kyrrin flashes an apologetic smile at Isie and Willa. "I've got to go, Morgaine is apparently looking for me." With a twiddle of fingers and a quick grin, Kyrrin mingles with the crowd and disappears, off to find one of her instructors.

"I've learned a lot," Zisiene says, "Of course I already had a working knowledge of cosmetics," the girl's learned enough to make herself looking convincingly scuffed up, "I think it helps that people take me for younger than I am," Isie watches Kyrrin fade into the crowd, "There's an art to disappearing in a crowd that's important for taller people," because with Isie, everyone is taller than she is. Almost anyway.

Willimina turns to Zisiene and grins as Kyrrin disappears. "Aye, there's truth enough to that!" Women wlking by eye Willimina, so proudly displaying Zingari fashion. Some look mortified at how much skin WIlla shows, others look intrigued. Though it seems Willimina's idea is working, more women are stopping to look at their wares than there are ones who keep walking.

Zisiene gives a nod as another young woman stops to look at one of the brightly colored dresses, "Do they all show that much?" is asked, Isie gives a thoughtful look before she answers, "There are ways to cover up, and be more modest while still looking fantastically exotic," she says with a wink and a hand reach towards one of the contrasting gwhazi coats, "Just wear this over that, and you'll look stunning," because the young woman in question already has a slightly exotic look to her. The young woman eyes the paired dress and coat for a moment, then says, "Can I come back?" Isie gives a nod, "Of course, but I can't promise these items will still be here. This is a sale day after all," the girl grins up at Willa as the marks are counted out, and another sale is made.

Willimina stands aside and watches Zisiene handle her transaction. Pride is evident in her face when the transaction is complete. "My, my Isie, I think you must have Zingari blood in you somewhere. You're good at this." Willimina snags a passing Zingari teen and whispers in her ear, handing her a couple of hangers. The girl disappears into the dressing room, and comes out in the more modest version of what Willimina is wearing. She stands opposite side of the stall to Willimina so tht both sides of the dresswear are displayed.

Zisiene gives a shrug, "The only one who would have known that is dead," this is said in a matter of fact tone, "E'ber never talked about our folks," which says a lot without saying much at all, "Oh, no," she says to a woman that has a slightly heavy build. Not because she's got that particularl build but rather, "That color would clash with your hair. Such a lovely shade of red should be the crown of anything you wear," and she directs the woman away from the garish orange (or would be garish) towards a lovely lavendar and golden colored number, "This would be fabulous on you," not too revealing, not overly modest a nice middle ground like the girl standing opposite of Willa, "Oh. You really think so?" Isie smiles as she gives a nod, "Of course, and with a nice scarf, you can make sure no one knows who you are if you're so inclined," and the woman looks thoughtful, "Maybe later?" and she moves away before Isie can say anything. Ah well, can't win them all right?

Willimina has a look of sympathy crossing her face when Zisiene mentions her brother, but she lets it pass, not her business to pry. She watches Zisi with the next sil and shakes her head when the woman walks away. She really would have looked good in the outfit chosen for her by Zisiene. Oh well, her loss. "How have you been adjusting to life with the caravan?"

Zisiene gives a thoughtful look before she answers, "It's not much different from living on the streets," if one were to take into consideration that Isie doesn't have to worry where her next meal is coming from so long as she pulls her weight, "There is a lot of difference between here and the apprentice dorm, or Ravene's bakery," well that should be a given, "all in all? I like it just fine."

Willimina nods along as Zisiene explains. "Well then, I'm glad to hear it." Willimina walks up and places a hand on Isie's arm. "You have a home with us, you can relax, no one is going to toss you out here. You can get comfortable. I'm glad you like it with us, but, I'd like to hear someday that you love being here." After all, Willa wants Zisi to do what makes her happy, not what is expected of her. One must choose one's own path in Willa's mind, anyhow.

Zisiene gives a nod, "I think," she pauses for a moment, "it's going to take a little time," not too much, after all she has made use of the stores to get new clothes and cosmetics. A look is given to Willa before she ducks under the counter, and dashes off after some slip of girl. No time for be right back just time to give chase. When she returns, she has the would be thief in tow, along with the pilfered scarf, "There is an advantage to growing up as I did," the not quite child is given a light shake, "Where do I take this?"

Willimina watches Zisiene streak after the would be thief and scowls murderously at the young brat when Zisi brings her back. "I'd say so Zisiene, Good catch!" Willimina places her hands on her hips and glares at the young child. "Take the thief to our guard captain Griggs, he'll handle it." And the way Willa sounds when she says Griggs will handle the thief, suggests that punishment will be far from a slap on the wrist.

Zisiene gives a nod, and does just that, "I think that one will be thinking twice before pulling something like that again," she comments when she returns. A puzzled look is given, and she starts to pat herself down, "Shards. I've lost one of my blades," or maybe it got pinched, and the only way to be certain which is missing would be to step into one of the changing booths, "Maybe it just fell out?" Isie certainly hopes that's the case as she begins to look around, "I don't want to lose that one. It had been E'bert's. He asked me to hold on to it before," she cuts herself off abruptly, not finishing that thought. She'll find that blade, if she has to tear the grounds apart.

Willimina looks concerned. "Oh no! May want to go back and check that little urchins pockets, before Griggs sends him back home to be dealt with." Willimina watches Zisiene go to the changing booth. "I can keep an eye out here if you want to go look for it, sounds like it's special."

"Strictly speaking, I never gave it back," Zisiene admits, and then there's one of the many Zingari children walking up towards the stall, "I found this, and saw Isie looking for something," in the child's hands is, "My knife," Isie says with relief, "Remind me to make you a bubblie," she tells the child who grins, gives a nod, and pelts off to find something fun to do, "Mine aren't as good as Ravene's, but we could sell them at the next Gather?" suggestion only that.

Willimina smiles as Isie's knife is recovered. "Oh good, look, there it is. I'm glad it was found." Willa nods at Zisiene's suggenstions. "Of course! It's be good to have some fresh sweets to ply the customers with! Talk to the supply wgon about getting ou supplies and a booth for the next gather. And you may want to talk to Timo about making you a dress, the next gather is a masquerade, amongst other things."

Zisiene nods, "I will," she says, because really what she's currently wearing isn't cut for masquerades and she knows it. A woman approaches, and fingers one of the dresses but soon walks away. It happens, and soon there's more potential customers making their way past the dress stall.

Willimina nods. "Good. Well, I must go check on other things and ready myself for performances. You have things here?" Willimina assumes Zisiene does, so she goes back to the dressing room and changes out of her outfit, passing it off to nother girl she chooses for modeling. Then she comes around front. "Take is easy Isie, I'll se eyou around!" And with that, Willa is melding into the crowd, of to tend to her own work.

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