Who

Selaine, Vashae, Dinsayde, NPCs by K'vvan

What

Vashae and Selaine end up 'kidnapping' Dinsayde. AKA: Dinsayde gets Searched!

When

It is sunset of the thirteenth day of the eleventh month of the fourth turn of the 12th pass.
It is the forty-third day of Autumn and 75 degrees.

Where

Igen River Hold

OOC Date 18 May 2015 05:00

 

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"Would you be willing to Stand, Sayde Zingari?"


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Igen River Hold

Sitting on the cusp of a striking juxtaposition of sand and greenery, Igen River Hold hugs both rugged cliff and gentle slope of riverbank. Small fishing craft with brightly-hued hulls and sails can be seen to coast easily along the currents here, as well as larger boats built for transport and the occasional journey downriver to the ocean. Crafthalls for both boat-builders and fisher folk make up most of what can be seen from Igen River itself, the ramps and piers extending past the thin strip of tidal swamp to be found at this point along the water's edge. A smallish sprawl of industry, this hold - but a bustling one, with a colorful and thriving community of river-bound Seacrafters and holders who find such a lifestyle to their liking.


It's a small gather here today near the Igen River. Far enough away from the sand and bluster of the weyr, today is beautiful. Children laugh as they chase one another in games of tag, as old men sit to one side drinking and old women sit on the other side and probably gossip about the old men. Noticably missing though? Everyone between the age of twelve to twenty. Surely it's just a considence that this is an old person/young person gather only.

Perhaps there might even be sighs of relief each time the dragons don't land. Today however, is not such a lucky day. A pair of dragons, one green and one blue, pass by overhead…and then circle around and land a safe distance away from the holders. But soon enough the dragon's riders dismount, and make their way into the gather's boundries. One, Vashae, beelines straight for the nearest leatherworker, her smile bright and cheerful as she immediately begins asking him about a pair of boots she noticed on approach.

Dinsayde slides from place to place, observing. He'd been told to suss out how people feel about their young ones getting searched, and Dinsayde has been doing just that. At the moment, he blazes in a chair by the river, pretending to be asleep whilst listening in to those around him. The constant drone of gossip and chatter is hard to soft through, but somehow, Dinsayde manages. So far, there's been nothing of great importance to notice.

Selaine is there and follows right behind her wingmate as the bluerider makes for the boots. The greenrider weaves through the crowds of people, careful not to bump into anyone with her injured arm. Blue eyes observe the leather boots as well, with a glance down to her own, well-worn pair. Not much of a haggler, she's content letting Vashae do most of the talking for now.

"Look at 'em." One of the old men leans forward, reaching out an eyebow to knock at his table compainions. Soon enough the whole group of four, not that far from where Dinsayde rests, are all turned to watch the two female riders. "Don't mind 'em scootin' around in the sky, but don't they got enough bastards at the hold? We need all've our kiddos in the fields. You hear that oldie gold dropped a load?"

"They're lovely, don't you think Selaine?" Vashae asks, slanting a glance at her wingmate. "Feel how supple they are." Yes, she's all but putting Selaine's hands on them. Flattering the leatherworker? Maaaybe a touch. She's noticeably not even looked toward any of the children at this point, seeming much more interested in the boots. Maybe she's secretly shopping for a Turnday present for Selaine or another wingmate. Something about a 'gold' catches her ear, and she glances sidelong at the group of old men with a quick and charming smile on her face. But her attention quickly shifts back to the boots. No comment, here.

Dinsayde ears perk, somewhere, somewhere nearby, someone was grumbling. Dinsayde focuses on this voice, one eyes opening to search for the source. His sight lands on riders instead. Oh-ho!! This should be interesting. Dinsayde knows exactly how many eggs are on the sands, and it was quite the clutching. Focus goes back on the riders and the gossip surrounding them.

Selaine grins in Vashae's direction as she looks at the boots her wingmate indicates. Using her good hand, she does feel the suppleness of the leather. "Oh yes, they're very lovely. And quite supple." she agrees easily. "What do you think about this pair?" The greenrider moves from current pair to another that she'd been eyeing, also feeling the texture of the leather. If she hears any of the grumbling, Selaine pretty much ignores it. She was quite used to that sort of talk, anyhow.

When Vashae looks over the men put on smiles and totally look happy, but the second they turn back their heads bend in again. "… better to make sure…" One whisper drifts out towards Dinsayde, though much too quiet to reach the two riders. "Jonny, Red, and… safe out…" One of the old men nods in response, reaching out to take up his drink. "No chance of it this time if we play right."

Any sense of drowsiness Din may have been feeling evaporates quickly. The Zingari spy is wide awake now, though outwardly he shows no sign of it. This be interesting news indeed. Dinsayde pretends to continue his "outdoor doze", hoping to listen in on more. If what he thinks is happening is indeed happening, then the Weyrwoman who hired him might just be interested.

Vashae's attention has fully strayed back to the leatherworker, and oos over Selaine's indicated boots. "They're quite lovely," she agrees. "I like the toolwork along the toe, very fitting." For what or who, she doesn't specify. "How much for this pair?" Vashae asks the leatherworker, getting into the happy business of bartering. Once she's bartered for the pair she fancied, she stands back a little to let Selaine decide whether or not to invest in the other pair. It's now the bluerider obviously looks around. But for what? It could be she's eying where the bubblies are being sold. But she does look around…thoroughly. Out back where she left him, Jovianth shifts, stretching languidly. His eyes whirl as he watches the goings ons intently.

Selaine nods. "Just so." Fitting indeed. The boot is thoroughly checked for any malformities before Selaine is satisfied enough to barter for her own pair once the bluerider is done. Though she's not very good at it, the leatherworker is in a good mood after having sold Vashae hers and gives her a good price. That done, the greenrider follows her wingmate's gaze, though they do a sweep of their own. At the wares? Or the people? Who knows. Beside Jovianth, Akitith's own eyes whirl, though she remains still, slightly more intent than her blue companion.

The riders are getting the serious stink-eye now, and when they look past the shoes at the people. Well, that is simply too much. One of the hold men stands up, his drink in hand. "I'm just going to go check that, you know." And his eyebrows go WIDE. They're not hiding anything at all.

Dinsayde idly wonders if he should tell the riders that their marks are better spent elsewhere, but they make their purchases and it is done. Rukbat's rays are getting a bit intense, so Dinsayde stretches. Both because it feels good and to give the illusion of his waking. He stands, gathers his things and makes his way to a vendor near the riders that happens to be selling cold drinks. Dinsayde purchases a drink and sneakily eyes the man standing and moving towards them.

With both purchases made, Vashae links her arm through Selaine's unhurt arm, and grins at the other woman. "So," she says, as they walk over in Dinsayde's direction. "Don't you think it's time we stop torturing these poor people?" She stops near the cold-drink vender, and glances about. HMMMMMM.

You overhear Vashae mutter, "What do you … What … … … … … … … Akitith … … …" to Selaine.

Vashae mutters, What do you think? What about that man there what does Akitith think?" to you.

Selaine's expression takes on one of surprise. "Torture? Who would ever?" Obviously not her, though the corners of her lips twitch noticeably. There's a glance at the figures about the vendor, a familiar face? HMM. The two riders wait patiently (or not?) in line to … purchase drinks?

Selaine mutters, "Akitith thinks he would be good… 'sgot the right… look… she says." to you.

You overhear Selaine mutter, "Akitith … … would … … … the … … … …" to Vashae.

Vashae mutters, "You've got one with you, right?" to Selaine.

You overhear Vashae mutter, "… … one with … …" to Selaine.

Selaine mutters "Of course." to you.

You overhear Selaine mutter, "… course." to Vashae.

The man walks past Dinsyde, not even giving the young man a second throught. He was a stranger, thus, not in his notice. Not his responsibility. There is an attempt at an amiable nod at the two ridrs and then the dragons are given wide berth, before the man disappears around a wall and is out of sight. The three who remain pick up their drinks and move their conversation to talk of harvest.

Selaine mutters "I do believe we shall." to you.

You overhear Selaine mutter, "I … … we …" to Vashae.

Vashae smiles, nods, and pulls her head away from her muttered conference with her wingmate. She releases her grip on the other woman's arm, reaches out, and taps Dinsayde on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she says, her smile still in place. "Could we talk to you for a moment?" The man who gives them such a trying attempt at a nod is smiled at, and so are the 'gentlemen' who are gossiping about the harvest not too far away.

Cue that group of men going SILENT as the two riders approach the stranger. In fact, there's a general lowering of tone across the whole old person population. The children though? They couldn't care less as they dash past chasing a hoop.

Dinsayde is too busy watching the traveling man to catch nearly anything of Vashae and Selaine's conversation, but as Mr. Creepy moves around the corner and the other men change the subject, Dinsayde turns his focus on the two riders. Dinsayde is just getting ready to turn in Selaine's direction when Vashae is tapping his shoulder. Dinsayde turns, a wide smile on his face as he slips into his cover self. "But of course ladies, how may I be of service?" A wide smile graces his lips before he takes a long pull of his drink and closes the very short distance between himself and the riders.

The muttered conversation, once done, leaves Selaine smiling as she pulls away. Creepy old men are thoroughly ignored. The greenrider lets her wingmate do the attention-grabbing as Selaine is busily grabbing for something else while his attention is focused on Vashae. At his question, Selaine grins. "Well, Sayde," Yes, she totally remembers his name, albeit the shortened version. "Akitith seems to think you've the right…" A scan from top to bottom. "Look." A pause. "And Jovianth agrees." Another pause. "That said… Would you be willing to Stand, Sayde Zingari?" Did she get that right? The name thing? Cause Shards if she didn't.

Oh, Selaine knows him? Vashae didn't know that! So she stands there smiling as Selaine presents their case. Who would say no to such an offer? Except perhaps the young men and women who are noticeably absent from this gather. "He does," she confirms before that can be called into question. "So, Sayde Zingari, what do you say?" No pressure in this environment, is there? With pretty much everyone at the gather watching.

Right. ALL of the old people are staring now. Not… hostile like. But they're looking. Talk about being on the spot.

Dinsayde looks shell shocked at the question posed to him. He'd expected friendly banter, to perhaps warn the riders of the unease here, but to be asked to stand. If someone had asked Dinsayde to stand a turn ago or more, the answer would have been no. But now, a hundred things run through Dinsayde's eyes and mind, calculations being carefully made and dropped into place. "It's an honor that you ask ladies…." Dinsayde swallows and looks around, for once a bit uncomfortable, though all he eyes boring in on him may have something to do with that. "Yes, I Dinsayde of the Zingari, will accept your offer." It's a sign of nerves that the Zingari man is over formal, but there it is, his answer, out in the open. A certain Reika girl might be very angry with him later.

And that opens the floodgates of conversation across the old people of the hold. This is prime gossip material right here. Wedged in here, snug between the chatter that is just a little bit too hard to understand comes a faint, "At least it wasn't…" before the voice lowers again. If any of the trio look around everyone is going to look very innocent. Nothing going on here.

Yep, noooo pressure. There's an amused glint in Selaine's eyes as she glances over at Vashae's confirmation before turning her attention back on the trader before them. The greenrider observes the changes in his expression as he is obviously turning the idea over in his mind. When he finally agrees, Selaine's grin widens as she holds out a white knot to him, indicative of a Candidate. "Glad to hear it, Dinsayde." So that was his full name… Whenever he takes the knot from her, "Well, we're going to need to get you situated and everything… and there's some rules we're going to need to cover…" The greenrider starts with a glance to Vashae to indicate she can butt in at any time to help.

"Perfect!" Vashae says with a grin. "Well, then. As Selaine said, there are rules we'll need to cover, and you'll likely want to grab your things…" Vashae indicates toward the dragons. "It is time we be off. Have you rode adragonback before?" There will likely be some polite questions and chatter at the trio get mounted up, and then they are in for a flight back to the Weyr itself. No betweening, this time.


Candidate Barracks
Hopes, dreams, and fears are contained in these cramped quarters, full of small cots and smaller trunks; thin ragged curtains barely provide privacy between the bunks, shining patches in the material suggesting one too many mending attempts. The minimal floor space is kept clear of debris and personal possessions, wide enough for a single broad table often used for study in the art of dragon care. Here, too, humidity has gathered into high corners, running down the walls and creating a slightly unpleasant atmosphere of damp and mildew. Near the entrance, one cubby exists, large enough to contain a bit of luxury for an adult overseer of the candidates, and a desk — for once in reasonable shape — is set to the left of the entrance, conveniently placed for the monitoring of comings and goings.


Dinsayde nods as the riders usher him along, the shock of what just happened still evident on the Zingari's face. "Of course, I'll also need some time to report to my Caravan Leader, she'll want to know why I am all of a sudden missing from duty." The word 'rules' has Dinsayde giving a mental pause. Hopefully he can cope, he never really was one to follow the rules. He quickly gathers his things, telling both riders that he had been a'dragon back many times. In fact, when they take off, Dinsayde let's out a joyous whoop.

As they enter the barracks, Selaine is nodding in understanding. "Of course." she agrees in regards to reporting to his Caravan Leader. "You may also gather some belongings, though I would suggest only the necessities for as you see…" A wave at the many cots and bunks, with a glance to Vashae. "You won't have much room to put a whole lot. So, rules are as follows…" And the greenrider proceeds to list them. No sex, no excessive drinking, no fighting, staying within the weyr… blah blah blah. She also informs him that he is not allowed to leave the weyr without a rider, etc. Another glance to Vashae. Anything to add?

"I think that's it," Vashae says agreeably. "Oh! Please make sure you keep curfew." Vashae frowns suddenly, and grins apologetically. "Selaine, you can handle anything else, right? I have to go." WIthout waiting for an answer, she strides briskly off.

Dinsayde looks around the barracks and sighs. "Well, I am used to living light, my work demands it." The list of rules is daunting to the Zingari man, the no sex rule almost makes him swoon. Dinsayde had spent most of his adult life..er…copulating, but, goals set in mind and hope for the future sprouting, he'll just have to deal. "I think I can manage all of that." Dinsayde clears his throat. "A rider escort to leave the Weyr eh?" Well, of he has to leave the Weyr, he shouldn't have to worry about that, Dinsayde has rider friends. "Alright then. Anything else I should know?"

The greenrider gives an approving nod as the Zingari trader takes everything in in stride. Selaine knows from experience how overwhelming it can become. "Good." she voices his acknowledgement. She grins as her eyes sweep the barracks another time. "That's about it, for now." The younger says, "Did you have any questions for me before I head out?"

Dinsayde laughs a little, it has a nervous vibration to it. "Are you quite sure about the no sex rule?" He's joking, really, even though a deep part of him hopes that they are joking. He'll have some explaining to do in a bit and he wants to make sure he has all the facts right.

Selaine raises a curious eyebrow him at the question. "Yes, quite sure. You'll be busy enough and too tired to even think about it once you get going." She tells him with a sympathetic expression. "Enjoy today while you can… because starting tomorrow is when the real work starts." Another grin before she pats him lightly on the shoulder and makes her way out to do who knows what. Perhaps Search for more Candidates?


Date: Mon May 18 20:29:01 2015 PDT
From: Vashae (#27603)
To: *Gossip (#627), *Igen Weyr (#22815), *Igen SearchCo (#17858), and Vashae (#27603)
Subject: Oh, You Weren't in the Middle of Something, Were You?

For the holders of Igen River Hold, it was the perfect day for a Gather…for anyone too young or too old to be Searched. When Vashae and Selaine showed up, the old men were suuure suspicious of their intentions. And just as the old men, they snapped up a young man right from the Gather itself! The holders were grateful that he was at least an outsider. This time.

His caravan leader and a couple other people might just be a liiiiittle less thrilled.

Welcome the first vict—er, I mean PC Candidate! It's sure to be an informative experience.

Again, welcome Dinsayde!


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