Varli, Echo


Two Kheeriin Zingari women meet in the Bazaar. Talk turns to henna, fashion and then a little haggling since they are Traders afterall.


It is afternoon of the thirteenth day of the twelfth month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.


Central Bazaar, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 12 Jan 2018 05:00


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Central Bazaar

All roads in the weyr ultimately lead here, to this center of commerce. Canvas awnings jut out over time worn, sandy cobblestone, sheltering customers and wares alike from the majority of Igen's elements, and funnel scents both mouthwatering and vomit inducing through the thin streets. Almost all store fronts are open air, delineated by sandstone arches with intricately carved facades. The insides of these stone-shingled buildings act as an amplifier for the salesmens' bawled enticements, and are held up by the chipped swirls of marble pillars.

The day is not as cold as it can be, and Varli is enjoying the sounds of the bazaar. She's on the hunt for more clothes, and there are ingredients she needs for her pastes. At the moment she's looking at one of the stalls looking over various pieces of jewelry.

Wearing a very serviceable short leather jacket over her usual tunic and leather pants combo, Echo is wandering the Bazaar, not really with a mission, just wandering amoung the stalls, browsing the wares. The choker at her neck sporting it's silver pendant. The crowds make her frown every now and then, but she is mostly calm as she makes her way through the busy area. Coming up to a jewelry stall, she spies someone who looks familiar. "You're Zingari right? Don't you have that Henna stall?" she asks, trying to place the other young woman.

Looking up Varli smiles warmly at Echo, "Yes," she notes the choker, but says nothing about it, "I've the day to myself so I thought I'd go see what the bazaar has to offer?" Varli looks at one of the silver necklaces, "What do you think?" asked as she picks the piece up and holds it close to her neck.

Echo cocks her head to one side and nods appreciativey of the necklace. "Very pretty. I'm Echo by the way, born into the Kheeriin but living here now." Wow, that was an almost normal social interation for the herder girl. "I saw some of your work on people at the party. I love what you do. It's so pretty." she adds with a smile.

Varli smiles as she nods, "I'm Kheeriin as well," she says softly as she hands the necklace over to the merchant, "I think not," she says to the man with a warm smile. Echo gets an appraising look, "You know, I can come up with a design for you if you'd like?" she's already got something in mind, but nothing to sketch it out with, "My next stop is for herbs to help fix the henna," her recipe is her own, and she has yet to share it with anyone.

"Really? How long have you been amoung the Mother clan?" It's not surprising that Echo doesn't know someone even from her own birth clan, she didn't really get out much and when she did, she wasn't likely social. When Varli offers a design for her, Echo is intrigued. "Maybe….Like what kind of thing? I work too much with my hands to get them covered."

"I came when Willimina put out the call for help," Varli answers, then looks at the other woman with a critical eye, "I was thinking an arm band, with a matching waist band," designs easy to cover, and that won't wear away rapidly, "Here," she kneels down, and picks up a pebble and quickly sketches out a pair of designs that look vaguely like runners, but more twisted knots if one doesn't look closely.

Echo's eyes widen as she sees the designs that Varli is coming up with, "Wow. That would be amazing!" She says with a smile. "How much does such a thing even cost? Got to make sure I can afford it and all that."

Varli eyes Echo for a moment before she says, "Five marks," not five marks each, five marks, "Less if you want just one," she's a good judge of body types, and Echo's is one that shouldn't use too much of her supplies.

Echo considers, it for a long moment, "Maybe I'll just get the arm band. Could you make into a bracer like shape?" She indicates an area on her forearm from wrist to half-way up her elbow. "Like cover that area maybe?" She looks up at the red-haired girl, to see what she would think, her being the professional and all.

Varli gives a nod, "Of course," the design is wiped away, and Varli stands dusting her hands off, "I'll want to do a final design, and for that I'll need my supplise," which are back in her yurt, "Know any place that I can buy some cloth?" because she does her own sewing, unless she wants something for performing. That is a task she takes to Timotin, she trusts his judgment completely, "I thik I could put something together for you to wear," she eyes the choker again, "It would be free of cost as you would be doing the sewing," Varli can't charge for simply helping someone to sew their own outfit. She has a design that would be stunning on Echo, "What colors do you prefer?"

"That's fine." Echo says when Varli says she needs her supplies. "No, sorry, I have no idea." She says answering the question about cloth, but then her eyes grow wide, when the red-haired girl suggests putting together something for her to wear. She actually looks down at her outfit, sees absolutely no problems with it and then shakes her head with a little nervous chuckle, "Ummm, I'm ok thank you for clothes. I tend to chose utility over fashion personally." She says as she fingers the pendant absently, an action she does when she gets uncomfortable.

Varli gives a soft chuckle, "And the one who gifted you the trinket?" she looks pointedly at the collar, "Would he not like to see you in something made just for him?" oh, that's hitting low Varli.

How does everyone seem to know what the collar means? Echo blushes bright red, and lowers her voice, "How..Do you…know…?" Poor Echo is very confused and desperate not to make assumptions and blurt something out when this may just be an innocent comment. "W-what exactly do you mean by that?" she asks in a hush, trying to school her expression from confusion to curiosity, yeah, Echo is no actor.

"Echo, you don't think henna is the only thing I do, do you?" Varli asks with a quirked eyebrow, "I know several such trinkets," 'trinkets', Varli never calls a collar what it is. For her, they're always trinkets, "I also dance, among other things," she finally admits. Ah yes, her patented avoidance of directly talking about what else she does. Henna has just been her main focus of late.

Echo blinks again and blushes even more, so she does know. Her hand drops from fondling the pendant and hangs by her side. "Well then, I don't know. I don't think I would be comfortable in anything too…" she pauses a moment, searching for the right word. "Girly I guess?" she says, not sure it's the right word, but it'll have to do.

Varli gives a nod, "I think I can help with that," she smiles, "You know. I think I've changed my mind. How would you like to learn henna?" it's time for her to find someone to teach this to anyway. She has designs that are easily hidden, and are very very girly, "Think about it, no need to answer now," Varli's turning to look at something else as she speaks.

Echo cocks her head to one side, considering the offer for a moment before she shakes her head, "I probably would never be able to make designs as nice as you, don't really have an artistic bone in my body actually. But thanks for the offer. Have my hands full with the runners anyway." She says with a smile as she peruses the next stall, but still feeling a little chatty, "So do you…uh…escort?" she asks, making the connection to her previous comment of knowing what the "trinket" means.

Varli gives Echo a smile, "I have been known to," she answers, then she says, "I was not so very good when I started. It's more," pause to find the right wording, "about following your tuition for what would suit a person. Sometimes the design is simply gorgeous, sometimes not so much. It doesn't matter though, so long as the customer is happy with the end result."

Echo smiles and shrugs her shoulders a little bit, "Thanks, but I'll stick to runners, I kind of like that my customers can't complain about my work." She says with a self-deprecating chuckle before her eyes are drawn to the next stall over, where there are various plain looking tunics on offer.

Varli chuckles and nods, "There is an appeal to that," fortunately, Varli wouldn't know too much about complaints. Most people have been more than pleased by her services, "The light tan would look good on you."

Echo pulls out the indicated light tan tunic out of a the pile and shakes it open, holding it in front of her frame, looking down at herself and pondering. "You think so? It's nice…." she says, trailing off her words as she looks at the shopkeep, wanting to look only mildly interested in the garmet. She is a Trader after all, she knows all the tricks when it comes to haggling, even though she's often been too shy to follow through.

"You know, now that I'm looking at it…" Varli lets her voice trail off, of course she thinks it would look good on Echo, but she knows how to play this game as well as the next, "Maybe," she reaches and picks up a soft yellow tunic that when opened and held up to Echo hangs half way to the other's knees, "This one?" A critical look is given, and then she's pulling it away to step back and look at the light tan again as Echo holds it to herself.

Echo considers the two tunics, the yellow one much longer than is practical. "Yeah, maybe…But I'm not sure if I need another tunic." she says with an indecisive sigh. That's when the shopkeeper speaks up. "That tan one would look lovely on the lady. Only 1 mark." Echo shakes her head sadly and goes to fold the garment up to put it back, when he drops the price suddenly, apparently business has been poor today, "Ok, 1/2 mark, but that's it." With a smile, Echo fishes a couple of 1/4 marks out of her belt pouch and puts them into the merchants hand, "Deal!" she says, hanging her new tunic over her arm as she looks back at Varli with an uncharacteristic wink for the other young woman.

Varli gives Echo a smile, "It will look lovely on you," she says as they leave. There's a soft lavendar skirt across the way, and Varli just shakes her head as the merchant calls that it would look good on her, "It really wouldn't," she confides to Echo, "I had one that same color, and it just didn't look very good."

Echo pats the shirt hanging over her arm and smiles, "I think so too. Anyway, it was really nice meeting you, and I will definitely come by your stall for that piece on my arm." And Echo is wandering off now, headed back towards the Caravan grounds, whipping a bandana out of her back pocket on the way and wrapping it around her collar, concealing it for the walk back through the Zingari camp.

"I should get back," Varli says. True she didn't find what she was looking for, but tomorrow's another day, "Stop by when you've the time. I'll have that design drawn out for you to look at."

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