Who

Zalara, Tallel

What

…On which Tallel gets a bit caught off guard.

When

It is late night of the first day of the second month of the second Turn of the 12th Pass.

Where

Central Bazaar, Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 

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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.


Zalara is glad that it's a little warmer, although she comes down with her jacket open. It's a cold night out as it's still winter. She is coming down from the crafter's quarters as she has been doing some more work up at the forge. Zalara is still sweating from the work in the forge and doesn't seem to notice the cold.

Rather than sit around the fires burning in the Zingari camp to ward off the chill tonight, Tallel has decided to take a little walk to stay warm this evening. The Bazaar isn't all that busy this late, and that gives him a chance to familiarize himself with the lay of the place without too much interruption. Aside from that, the warm illumination of lanterns mingling with the cooler light from glowbaskets, the muted chatter of the last lingering merchants and Bazaar denizens, and the various smells wafting about the edges of the place pique the Zingari boy's curiosity. Hands clasped behind his back - no pickpocketing for Tal tonight! - he saunters along, passing by the crafter quarters and happening to glance up toward them just as Zalara is coming down. "Heyla, smith girl," he greets amiably, pausing with a smile. "You look like your day's only just ending."

Zalara moves down as she spots Tallel and she gives him a polite smile. "Hello Tallel, how are you doing today? What brings you out and about here at the Bazaar? Are you looking for something?" she asks as she takes out a handkerchief and wipes the leftover sweat from her face.

"I'm doing well, Zalara," replies the Zingari healer with an inclination of his head. "Thank you. I'm just wandering tonight. Staying warm, learning the Bazaar a little better. Care to walk with me?" Tallel asks with a slight head-tilt, moving a bit out of the main path toward her as he awaits her answer.

Zalara smiles. "That's good to hear Tallel. Well it's a bit warmer then it has been. Sure, if you don't mind I'm still a little dirty from working," she says as she moves to stand next to him. "So are we just walking or do you have a place in mind?" she asks curiously as she looks around for something quick to pick up to eat as she walks.

With a chuckle, Tallel beckons her to come along by a small jerk of his head down the path. "It's alright; I can hardly tell," he notes with a broad grin. "As I said, I'm just wandering and learning the place, so no place in mind. Maybe you can point out a few key places to me, since you probably know it better." After a short way, they pass a brazier lit with a small fire for warmth near a small stall where the merchant is selling sweet, sticky rolls and klah - probably the last batch of the day, but still food and something warm. "Care for any?" he asks, gesturing to the food while the merchant regards the two teens with an expectant look. Tallel's the one who invited Zalara along; it only seems fair to him that he should take care of his guest.

Zalara smiles. "I'd be happy to point them out to you, Tallel," she says as she continues to walk and she mms. "Those do smell good. Just one and a small klah, please. I don't want to ruin my supper," she says with a smile as as she follows after. "Well there isn't too much to see here ouside the Weyr. Can you go into other parts of the Weyr or are you confincd just to here and the caravan area?"

Tallel hands over a mark - enough for him to come away with two of those rolls and two cups of klah. One of each gets passed to Zalara before he bites into his roll. It's not warm, but it's still good, and pairs nicely with klah that is actually still acceptably warm. "Not to bad," he states as he starts along the path again. Glancing over at her question, he shrugs one shoulder. "I can go nearly anywhere my feet can take me, the same as most others who live here, I suspect. I just haven't had much chance. And I'm still getting used to the sight of dragons so close overhead," he confesses, making a bit of a face. "I've never been near one…" The prospect unnerves him a little, but he'll never admit it, of course.

Zalara takes the mug and the pastry. "Thank you very much," she says as she takes small bites out of it. "Mmm, it is very good." She takes a sip of her klah. "Okay. I didn't know if because of what happened in the past you were restricted at all. I'm glad to hear that you are not. I think because I grew up here seeing dragons fly over head, while amazing, is something you do get used to. If you stick around long enough I'm sure you'll meet all kinds."

Tallel inclines his head with an 'mmm' as his way of telling Zalara she's welcome, rather than talking around his food as he usually does in more familiar company. He actually likes to use manners around women! "Well," he says once he's swallowed, "since I've no intention of leaving anytime soon…" That isn't really him conceding that he wants to meet dragons up close; it's just him allowing for the possibility. "What happened in the past?" he questions curiously. "Willimina told me about what happened to Ephraim, and that things were stolen from us, and that she tried having the caravan take up residence in another part of the Weyr…" Unsuccessfully. He doesn't really understand that part of the Zingari's past here, but they're a somewhat different people now; perhaps it doesn't matter.

Zalara continues to take small bites as they walk. "You should try to see if you can meet one of every color," she offers and she frowns a bit. "I wish I could help. It always seemed unfair that your family got the raw end of the deal. I mean I'm sure it was a complex issue, but it still seems to me that your family should have been treated better."

"Remember, Zalara," Tallel says as they continue on, their pace leisurely, "I've only been here a short time compared to Willimina and just a few of the others. I'm not sure how it is the Zingari were treated before, except for what Willimina's told me…and that isn't much, to be honest." His gaze is thoughtful, brown eyes concentrated forward. "As though she wants to leave a lot of the past behind her. I can't say I blame her. We've been treated rather well since we've returned, so," he shrugs, "there really isn't anything for me to be bitter about." Though perhaps he should talk with Willa little more…

Zalara nods. "You are right there. I just hope that history doesn't repeat itself. The Zingari I've met since you've come here have been really nice and even the journeymen I work with have commented on it. I hope that it continues that way. The Zingari are really interesting."

At Zalara's last, Tallel looks over - and down - at her and gives a waggle of eyebrows. "And we strive to always be so," he says with a small flourish of a bow. "We'll treat others well who do the same for us. It seems like most, though, are happiest staying in the confines of the caravan grounds. That isn't so unusual, I suppose." Another grin brightens dusky features. "I'm the one who's strange, though. I don't even live in a wagon like everyone else." And he's proud of it!

Zalara smiles as she sees the bow. "Well as long as they are happy…although it's a shame they miss what the Weyr has to offer." She ohs. "Where do you live then?"
"In a yurt," Tallel replies with a funny purse of his lips as he gets the word out. "It's a sort of tent. Very sturdy and adaptable. I never liked living in a wagon; it always felt too…cramped, to me. I have a small one for moving my belongings around, but that's all." Slowing, he leans up against a wall next to an empty stall and folds his arms, regarding the red-haired girl with a smirk. "So what are the best things the Weyr has to offer, in your opinion, hm?"

Zalara ohs. "I'd love to see it sometime. I've never had to live in a yurt or a wagon. Pretty much just always lived in the dorms except when I was with my parents." She hmms. "Well besides dragons I'd say how everyone pulls together to face a common foe, like Thread."

Wrinkling his nose, Tallel snorts. "I can't imagine that. Living with so many people in one space. I think it'd drive me crazy." He listens to Zalara's answer and lifts a hand. "Yes, yes, yes, I've learned that much," he says - not trying to be dismissive, but to get at what he was really aiming for. "But I mean smaller things, like what's fun about it, or beautiful about it, or mysterious?" In other words, Tallel is already looking for his next adventure.

Zalara hmms. "Well there is the abandoned cavern. I went there when I was younger and saw this huge tunnelsnake." She hmms again. "Oh, if it was warmer there is a cave on the lake. We could go see that." She smiles. "Well maybe sometime I can see your yurt to see how you sleep."

"How I sleep?" Tallel runs a hand through his hair, chuckling lightly. "I just have layers of furs and blankets on the ground with some pillows…but sure, I suppose I could let you see it some time. People always wonder when they see it in the middle of all the wagons, anyway." The mention of caves piques his interest, though the mention of one on the lake earns a slightly more dubious expression for some reason. "Sounds interesting," he says. "Though…I'd definitely hold off on exploring the one on the lake, for certain." For a few reasons - though there's only one that will be obvious to Zalara at this point.

Zalara smiles. "Well if you want we can go explore the abandoned cavern if you like. I've got my knives with me in case we run into any tunnelsnakes." She shrugs. "Just to see what it looks like inside and out."

"Well, of course!" Tallel says, and his head tilts again. "What did you think I thought you meant?" Oh dear. Is this going to be one of those awkward circling moments? Not if the healer can help it. With a dismissive wave, Tal latches on to the idea of the abandoned caverns again, but shakes his head. "It's far too dark," he observes, "and the caverns are across the Bowl, aren't they? It's unfamiliar ground to me." More to the point, he doesn't want to risk running into a dragon in the dark - though again, he's not about to say that. "We should probably both be getting back soon, I'd say," he suggests. "It is pretty late."

Zalara smiles. "I just wanted to make sure I was being clear." She says and finishes off her klah, "Yah it is late. We probably should. I guess we'll have to save those adventures for another day."

"'Day' being the key word," Tallel says with a tilted smile as he pushes off the wall and gestures back toward the caravan grounds. Well, nothing really got pointed out, or asked about, on their little stroll, but Tallel doesn't seem to mind. It isn't as if the Bazaar is going anywhere, after all. "By the way," he says suddenly, "I'm sorry for the other day, in the baths. For being so awkward."

Zalara follows along with Tallel. "It's okay. I understand you have a different view then I do. I'm sorry if I came on a bit strong. I like you and I think that you are cute. I just got a bit over affectionate."

Excuse Tallel while he nearly stumbles over his own toe for a moment. He's used to being the one to tell a girl that, not to being on the receiving end of the compliment, and so plainly put! "I…" he begins, slowing his steps a little as he straightens his jacket and looks over to regard the Smith a girl intently, "…am flattered. Thank you!" He grins, a bit flustered, and shoves his fingers through his hair again. "You're…um…quite nice yourself." Vague, that, but it's the best he can manage right now. Two girls coming into his sphere in so short a time; he has some thinking to do, apparently! "You'll have to forgive me if I seem a little…surprised, I guess." His steps toward the caravan grounds pick up again, a little faster this time as he leads them onward. Sleep. That's what he needs.

Zalara nods. "You are welcome. Thank you." She ohs. 'Why are you surprised? You're a nice, cute boy who is fun to be around," she says as she continues to walk with him.

"Uh…" And there's more shoving of fingers through hair. Now it's sticking up a bit. Tallel forces himself to drop his hands and shoves them in his pockets. "I'm surprised because it's usually the men who tell the women such things so plainly at first, not the other way around," he explains. "At least, that's what's common. Is it usual for girls in the Weyr to be so forward?"

Zalara shrugs. "I don't know. Probably not. I'm not one to hide how I feel; if I like something I like it, if I don't I don't. If you don't feel the same way about me just say so. I'll be hurt, but I'll understand. I don't mess around and play games."

Tallel's eyes widen a fraction, and he rakes his fingers through his hair again as he lets out a huff that puffs his cheeks. This is most definitely not something he was expecting! "Well, I…I do prefer to take some time to get to know someone before…deciding whether or not I like them that way," he manages, glancing sidelong at Zalara. "I…do think you're a nice girl and…and easy enough on the eyes, but we haven't known each other long…" He bites the inside of his cheek. Is that a good enough explanation?

Zalara holds up her hand. 'Just wait a second. What did you think I was suggesting? Of course we have to get to know each other before we do anything." She rolls her eyes a bit. "I was just letting you know where you stand with me so you don't have to wonder. I would like to spend more time with you if you want to spend more time with me."

Stopping at Zalara's question, Tallel jaw falls open slightly. "What- I wasn't suggesting anything!" he counters, drawing himself up a bit straighter. "I just meant in terms of getting to the point of being interested, not anything else!" Alright then; if she's going to be straight to the point, so is he. "I'm not against being friends, Zalara, so if you'd like to spend more time getting to know one another, I'm alright with that," he says, carefully emphasizing 'friends' to make his point. And if, as she said, him not being interested hurts her, then so be it; it won't be discomfort of his making, after all!

Zalara smiles. "That's fine with me, Tallel. Some people don't like my straight forward style and don't want to be friends, but like I said I'm not one to play any games." She shakes her head. "It's try to be friends first before anyone is interested in anyone."

Moving forward again, Tallel nods slowly, giving a quiet, drawn out sigh. Hopefully it won't be his lot to have awkwardness every time he's around Zalara. "I can definitely appreciate the idea of not playing games," he comments, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as they come back up to the Craft Complex. "Well," he says, venturing a small smile, "this is where I found you, and this is where I'll leave you. It's been a pleasant walk, Zalara."

Zalara nods. "Have a good night then, Tallel. Thank you for the company on the walk around."

"Good night," Tallel returns, his signature grin accompanying a small bow to the Smith girl before he turns and strides off toward the caravan grounds. Quite an interesting night indeed!

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