Who

Divale, Ryott

What

Ryott spies Divale in the Bazaar and take the opportunity to do something that must be done.

When

It is midmorning of the twenty-second day of the second month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Central Bazaar, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 30 Jan 2019 05:00

 

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"Hey, you busy or could we find somewhere quiet to talk?"


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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.

It is the fifty-second day of Winter and 34 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.


Midmorning has a sharp, cold edge to it, even by Igen's standards. Yet life must go on and the Bazaar is already gearing up for the day's work and business. The food vendors are, of course, the most popular at this hour and moreso if they're offering anything hot. Divale's morning is one of those rare ones where the Wingsecond is not pressed by her duties in Parhelion or as a rider. While she frequents the area often on duty, she is now pursuing the roads and alleyways on her own time. Predictably, her first stop is the apothecary but the store has yet to open and her path veers away. For awhile, she merely drifts among the crowds, content to blend in as best she can, before another vendor catches her eye. This one isn't selling herbs or other concoctions that would normally draw her curiosity. No, this one sells clothing items for a variety of ages and stages of life. Casting a dark glance about, Divale tugs the headscarf she'd been wearing a little closer over the sides of her face as she steps under the overhang to browse; it'd be obvious enough that the clothing she looks at would serve her no purpose. They would, however, be perfect for a toddler child.

A certain fixture of the Bazaar simply hasn't been lately. Ryott's increasing duties back at the Zingari camp has been keeping the girl from her favorite haunts of late. But she must have managed to slip away this morning, because with an almost palpable aura of prickliness, the diminuitive teen, bundled in a long leather trench, oversized scarf, gloves, and boots, slips through the crowds absently, her attention pulled completely inwards as the stormy look on her face keeps people from glancing her way too long. Her well-trained senses are still alert though, and when she catches a familiar figure coming out of an apothecary. Oh look, a distraction! Pulling herself out of her reverie, Ryott follows Divale at a safe distance, no intention other than to see how long she can stalk the brownrider before she gets spotted. But when she pulls up to anew stall and she maneuvers herself to see what she's picked up, curiosity over takes her so she sidles up next to the woman and says in a low voice, "So are congratulations in order then?" she deadpans teasingly in a lowered voice as she picks through some clothes on display as well.

"You be close to a Turn too late," Divale answers dryly in turn, with the barest of side glances to Ryott. She recognizes that voice and the deadpan delivery. The item she was holding is gently returned to the pile, while her hand moves on to stroke the fabric of another. Her posture yields little, but there's no immediate warning signs that the girl best leave and the brownrider silently welcomes the intrusion… for now. The vendor themselves are preoccupied and do not come close to the pair, which keeps Divale from going completely silent. "And offering it to the wrong woman." she points out cryptically, before a wry smirk curves her lips. "It'd be a warm day Between if I were to be pregnant. That lot of life is not for me." Leaving the full explanation out, her words are ambiguous at best and could mean one thing or many things; regardless, she doesn't elaborate and Ryott should know to be careful of which questions she presses forwards with.

After a couple turns of acquaintance, Ryott is pretty comfortable reading Divale's very subtle body language and as such stands relatively relaxed next to the brownrider as she picks up a very tiny, very frilly pink dress and holds it gingerly between her thumbs and forefingers, well away from her as if it might infect her with the the dreaded baby fever. "Ugh, I know what you mean. Kids don't factor in my future at all, and I'm just fine with that," the girl replies as she puts the offensive garment back with a look of disgust. The couple of clues Divale does give her, close to a turn too late, offering it to the wrong woman, leads Ryott to certain conclusions, but she's keeping those to herself for the moment. Prying has never really gotten her far with this particular woman, so she's reminded of a conversation she really doesn't want to have, but knows it's necessary. "Hey, you busy or could we find somewhere quiet to talk?" 'Quiet' in this instance meaning somewhere they won't be observed or overheard.

Divale quirks a brow as she observes Ryott handling the frilly toddler dress and gives a hint of a bemused smile. It just ghosts across her features and then is gone in the next breath. "Mhm or so you say." she remarks dryly and with a hint of challenge to her; clearly she is teasing in her own manner too, knowing it'll likely make the young girl bristle. Without another word, she finally selects a few small and simple garments, while flagging the attention of the vendor. Price is discussed and payment is made, though the brownrider looks a touch disgruntled at the exchange. It could be too that she's mulling over her answer to Ryott's request. "I am not currently busy," she murmurs in her usual low, dry voice. Her purchase is tucked safely at her side and under one arm, while she gestures for Ryott to walk. "Where should we go, then?" Keeping the topic neutral, it comes off as just two acquaintances moving on to the next spot; nothing unusual to see here! And since the girl brought it up, Divale's going to allow her the lead for once and choose where to have this all important 'moment'.

Strangely enough, Divale's teasing is mostly ignored by the spyling girl, too pre-occupied at this moment to bristle, which is out of the norm for the girl. She stands quietly while waiting for the brownrider to make her purchases, and once they move off, falls into step in next to the older woman, hands clasped behind her as her stormy gaze remains on the ground in front of her. "Hmm…" she initially replies to Divale's inquiry as she lifts her head and looks around a bit, hoping to spark an idea. The rooftops aren't exactly inconspicious to get to from the area of the bazaar, and any little alley can be looked down. Then inspiration hits and she side-long glaces in Divale's direction. "Y'know that out-of-business shop we met in that one time.." she trails off with a nod in the direction of the shop is in, not too far from where they are conveniently enough. The two of them together are careful enough not to be seen slipping through the curtain together, and once they are inside, Ryott wastes no time in hopping up on the bare counter and sits with her feet dangling. "The lessons you've been giving me, I'm truly grateful, but I can't continue" Trust Ryott to be blunt and get right to the point.

Moving stealthily and quietly in an effort not to stick out and be seen is no skin off of Divale's back. She follows Ryott's lead, nodding in agreement to the young girl's suggestion. The less far they need to wander, the better and the brownrider will choose to lurk closer to the door and half in the shadows when they finally reach their destination. She's noticed the changes in her but she keeps that to herself and is unsurprised when they cut right to business. A low sigh, but not out of disappointment and she's smirking darkly to her would-be 'apprentice'. "Is that so?" she muses dryly, gaze narrowing a bit as she focuses on her. "Do I have the respect of at least knowing why?"

Leaning a bit forward, hands braced on the edge of the counter, Ryott's dark eyes are trained on Divale as she watches the older woman's reaction to her words. It's not surprising at all that there's not much of one, she shouldn't really have expected there to be one. But it still stings just a tiny bit that there isn't…something. But that won't test this teen's resolve as she presses her lips into a tight line and nods slowly at Divales question, "Simple answer, I don't have enough candlemarks in the day anymore." And the way her shoulders tense up around her ears and her stormy expression combine, it's clear that this is not a choice the girl is wanting to make as opposed to having to make it.

Oh, there is something! Divale's just choosing to repress it, as she tends to do with anything emotional if she feels it serves no purpose. She's not one to beg or plead and she is more curious to know Ryott's reasoning above all. "That is not a simple answer or much of an answer at all," she mutters, cooly disapproving. "Shall we try this again?" Though her mouth quirks at one corner in a "playful" smirk, there's a note of annoyance that seeps through and may hint at something lurking beneath her masks. Maybe Ryott won't be disappointed for long? "What, pray tell, is dividing your time so thoroughly as to overtake what you desire?" Oh, she hasn't missed how miserable the girl looks and so she takes a risk and fishes a little in her prying.

Ryott should have known anything to do with Divale is never going to be simple. Inhaling deeply through her nose, then blowing it out through pursed lips, she scoots back and pulls her legs up onto the counter, sitting cross-legged now instead. She forces herself to sit up straighter and let her shoulders relax, schooling her expression away from the morose back towards neutrality although it's probably too late. That note of annoyance is a subtle warning that Ryott heeds as she picks her next words very, very carefully. "You know where I hail from, though I've not told you what exactly I am, I know you have your suspicions. Well that part of my life is just overtaking the rest for now, a lot of little reasons why that I obviously won't go into. It's not about giving up on something I desire, this is my future. It's what I want." Although her words sound confident, a perceptive person might pick up that Divale isn't the only one she's trying to convince.

"Always." Divale does not hide the fact that she's always suspicious of just about anyone and even Ryott falls under that; lately it's more of a balanced between 'wary' and 'trusthworthy'. Not that she'd ever admit to it! "Pity. I'm curious as to what could pull you away so thoroughly." Her gaze narrows further as she holds Ryott under a cold, lingering stare and though she's fallen silent, it makes her subtle movements noticeable. There is the quiet rustling of fabric and the soft scuffing of her boots as she moves forwards to close the distance. It's not threatening, though it may come across that way at first. She'll stop before she's within Ryott's personal boundaries, as she peers down at the young girl. "Are you trying to convince me or someone else that this is the path you want to follow? You seem to be a little of many things, Ryott. Humour me a little, since you owe me for breaking our little 'alliance'," her voice darkens, but it's almost gentle despite the shadowy aura. "What would you be, if you had the freedom to choose?"

There's a bit of a grumble in the sigh she blows out from between pursed lips as Ryott levels Divale back with an equally frosty gaze. Seriously, if these two ever got into an actual staring contest it would be one for the ages. "My future, ambition, having something to prove. Take your pick Divale," the teen snaps as her mask of neutrality snaps in an uncharacteristic display and dark eyes flash warningly as Divale moves closer, but she doesn't give an inch. Her lips are set into a stubborn line, turning white with the pressure she is pressing them together with as she glares up at the brownrider as she dares as the uncomfortable questions that Ryott has been avoiding asking herself. And she wants to rail and yell so hard and defend herself to the ends of the conversation. But she can't. "I'd just be me." It's not an answer, that's for sure, but it definitely indicates the inner conflict the teen is currently dealing with. Without further notice she hops down from the counter, staring briefly up at Divale before she turns to the door. "I'm sorry." It's not an explanation, but it's going to have to do, because the next moment Ryott is gone if the brownrider doesn't physically stop her.

"Are you actually offering?" Divale is unruffled by Ryott snapping at her and only seems to be encouraged to push more, judging by the sarcastic edge to her question. She isn't expecting an answer to it and is content to wait on the important one. There won't be too long a wait and while for some it may be cryptic, there's enough in there for her to read and assume. There's no initial reaction from her, save a flash of what looks to be surprise; it wasn't what she was expecting. Ryott almost makes her escape too but at the last possible second, the brownrider makes her move. She'll attempt to block the young girl first from escape but if that is not enough, she'll cross the line she never usually steps over and reaches to grip her firmly by the arm. "Don't ever lose sight of yourself. It's not worth the suffering." she mutters low, almost growled in warning and though her expression is still largely distant and cold and much of her posture closed off, her eyes have lost some of their iciness. Lurking there is something akin to concern and understanding, but too mired to be definitive. Without warning, she'll let her go and step back with a sharp gesture of her head: go on. Divale says nothing and promises nothing else but there is an unspoken agreement lingering: if Ryott wants to find her, she knows how and where to go.

When Ryott is blocked, she'll tense and not even look in the brownrider's direction, but with her whole being, she absorbs Divale's words. Turning her head slowly, she gives the older woman a look of profound thanks, more emotion that the girl has ever displayed before. Nothing more needs to be said, and with a nod after Divale moves aside, the girl is gone.

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