Th'res, Veena


Causing a bit of a mishap on the Boardwalk, Veena awkwardly offers to repay Th'res for what was broken…


It is midmorning of the thirteenth day of the sixth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Boardwalk, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 11 Jul 2018 04:00





Ancient-cut stone stretches broad, smoothed by the wind and the weather and the rain to create a boisterous center of commerce. Wood overlays stone in places, patterned and pretty, to attract the eye of those traversing the strip to particular vendors. Though not the size of the tremendous markets of the North, the boardwalk's offerings show the knowledge of ageless crafters: Smith contraptions, Herder-certified animals, Starcraft maps and Weaver textiles are only some of the things that may be purchased, among the spicy scents of beach food and the contrast of bright shells and dark stones from the shoreline.

Winter has finally come at last to the tropical Southern Weyr. The cold chill is a refreshing change to the sweltering heat, and even though the rains have lulled for the moment it is still dreary and over cast. Th'res loves this weather as he walks the stalls of the boardwalk picking up items for on of his hobbies. That long multicolored scarf is wrapped around him but still hangs perilously close to the ground where some one could step on it.

Overcast is Veena’s best friend because it leads to less battles of wills between her and Czrygheth. The blue has a thing against sunlight and will only move while its daylight on a clear day if duty demands it of him. Since they’re still relegated to watchrider duty, it often leaves Veena without a handy mode of transportation. Today finds them in Southern, however, on rotation and the bluerider is making as much of her ‘freedom’ and weather be damned! Absorbed as she is in the various stalls, she doesn’t see Th’res or that scarf of his… or that her boot is just about to clamp down on that trailing edge.

They always said he would die by strangulation because of this scarf! Th'res who is right in the middle of haggling for a bit of finer fabric finds himself suddenly with out air and falling back to the ground. Not that the man is easy to knock over but when you have a hand full of things and not really paying attention well surprise attacks work best! He lets out a startled "Hugk" as the things in his arms do go flying thank fully there was only a couple though there are some very distinct breaking sounds that come from the packages.

Surprise attacks are something Veena’s good at but that wasn’t her intentions for the day! Or to assault a Wingsecond. There’s a wince as she hears the tell-tale sound of breakage as those packages fall and her sigh is weary and apologetic. Damn it! “I am so sorry!” she mutters hastily, while crouching down to awkwardly offer her only good arm for Th’res to take; the packages can wait. “I was completely in my own world there and didn’t see you…” Or the scarf. “Are you alright, sir?” The last being tacked on after a darted look to his knot. That has her pursing her lips into a thin line.

Th'res coughs a few times pulling the fabric to loosing the hold before he has to breath deeply again. Is he mad? Not really, though there is a very very pitiful look at the larger of the two packages that is starting to leak out. But manners maketh man! He turns and gives a half smile to Veena saying "Just my pride, good thing I don't really use it that much" He does take the hand as he gets up re-draping the scarf over him to make sure this time it is higher off the ground "My Wingleader always says I was going to get strangled one day, guess I need to buy him a cake."

“… that’s a bit of an odd bet.” Veena bluntly tosses that out and all while glancing sidelong at Th’res as if to convince herself that he’s, in fact, fine. Straightening, she’ll turn to survey the rest of the damage, looking a touch crestfallen at the sight of the oozing package. “That doesn’t look good.” she mutters, before her attention turns back to him. “I can try to cover some of the replacement cost?” Which is her way of saying ‘what was it’.

Th'res shakes his head "It is my own fault, don't worry about it." He moves over to pick it up and opens it showing it was a rather nice bottle of something alcoholic saying "I probably shouldn't of blow my marks on it anyway.." He gets the other package up and gives it a little shake before grinning "Well this one is still in tact, so not a total lost!" He gives Veena a happy smile as he tucks the smaller package under his arm now looking for a waste bin to place his damaged buy.

“What a waste…” Veena sighs and even with Th’res brushing off her offer, she’s not so easily deterred. Eying the damaged goods and then him, she’ll shake her head. “It’ll never rest easy in my head if I don’t offer some sort of… compensation? Especially if that was a gift for someone!” At least one of the packages survived but she doesn’t seem wholly convinced that that is enough.

Th'res tilts his head and then grins "Well it was a gift for me, so I guess if you want to repay me we could always get a drink or something together?" He glances around at the market adding "Were you here looking for something in particular just out enjoying the weather too?"

Veena opens her mouth to say something, only to end up scoffing awkwardly instead as she closes it. Uh. “I’d never say no to a drink, but it’s too early for that.” she awkwardly points out, before shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe later? Czrygheth and I aren’t due to return to Black Rock Hold until mid-morning tomorrow. Unless they need extras for sweeps…” In which case, she’s usually the first to jump on for volunteering. Anything to get her back in the Weyr. “Nah, I was just aimlessly browsing. Anytime I get some free time, I try to revisit as much of this place as I can.” she admits and despite her smile, there’s a faint note of sadness beneath it all.

Th'res tilts his head, he maybe oblivious to the fact he just asked this woman out on what could be conceived as a date, but he knows sadness when he sees it. "You tried requesting a transfer? Sorry of course you probably have." He grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, "And this evening would be just fine. Any place you like to drink at?"

And it’s very likely Veena isn’t considering it as a date and just unusual given the ranks they hold! It would’t be the first (or last) time anyone’s offered her a drink for later. She smiles wryly when he answers himself but adds her own reply in. “When you are injured as badly as I am, it’s not just as easy as that. I don’t blame anyone for not wanting to risk using me, even as a test to see if I can manage and I get that…” It’s still frustrating for her but she’s not given up all hope. “The Kitten is my usual go-to!”

Th'res tilts his head, there is a clear thought starting to form in that mans head, but he keeps it to himself. "Sounds good, you play dice? Or are cards more your speed?" might as well have some fun if he is going out drinking right?

Veena relaxes her posture a bit, having been unaware that she’d been tensing to start with. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, given the amount of pity and sympathy she usually received. So when Th’res doesn’t press it, she’s relieved. “Cards! Definitely cards. Know a few different games, but I’ll let you pick since I’ll be covering the drinks.” It’s not a matter of question, she states it firmly, chin up and slightly defiant.

Th'res raises his hands to submit "Of course, though just don't win back your money to quickly ok?" he grins at her. There isn't much pity in his eyes for her but there is a sparkle of what could be a plan of some kind. Nope this red headed rider doesn't see her as broken, though she may be used to that, he sees her as person who is worth hanging out with.

“I’ll try not to but there’s no promises!” Veena laughs and, glancing down the boardwalk, gives Th’res a polite nod. “Tonight then at the Kitten, if your duties don’t get in the way.” She hasn’t forgotten he’s a Wingsecond and while she’s gradually warming up to the idea of a casual hangout, she wouldn’t be surprised if it never came to be. “I’m going to go check in with some old friends.” The day is young but she only has so much time before she’s due back at the Hold. “Clear skies, Wingsecond!” She’ll give a much belated salute, as she prepares to walk away.

Th'res grins and nods saying "Th'res, my name is Th'res." He calls after her, and he will make time but first he needs to go and talk to M'noq about a new idea forming in the mans head. He watches her go giving a wave before he turns back to finish his shopping.

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