Taurie, Talya


Taurie runs into Talya on the beach and leaves with a mission!


-- On Pern --
It is 5:43 PM where you are.
It is sunset of the fourth day of the third month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the fourth day of Spring and 68 degrees. Despite being clear, dry and sunny over the weyr proper, a thunderstorm drenches the outer reaches of Igen's desert.
In Southern:
It is the fourth day of Autumn and 71 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the autumn rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the fourth day of Autumn and 24 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Southern Weyr, Beach

OOC Date 08 Jun 2018 06:00


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"What's got you so distracted?"



An eerie mirror, the glass-quiet Sea of Azov: the clear waters stretch along the dark-pebbled shores, and along this narrow beach. Here the faintest lap of waves belies the calm beyond; here the rocks have been ground down into finest, softest sand - those observant would mark upon the similarity between it and the sands of the hatching grounds. The soft sand soaks up summer sunlight as a sponge; painfully hot during the warmer months, it is only truly pleasant at wintertime. Rocks rise to east and west, lichen-limned and green against the abyssal darkness of stone.

It is the fourth day of Autumn and 71 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the autumn rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.

Where has the heat gone?? Talya is not a happy Southern Guard, probably one of the few that loves the warmth of the summer and dreading the winter. She's already sporting some layers as she jogs down the beach after the rainfall, taking advantage of the hard packed sand to be barefoot. Unlike when she used to jog in the most minimal of clothes possible except with her boots on, when the sun shone down hot. She is also not as enthusiastic as she used to be about it, but quitting now means that she may grow lazy for the winter months. It's hard to see the sun setting around the overcast day, and she pauses at the end of her jog by the boardwalk where she had left her things, gazing up at the Crafters still milling around and selling what they can while the weather is no longer drenching them and dinner hasn't called everyone back inside.

Taurie is taking a run herself, clearning her mind after a day spent in meetings with boardwalk vendors and in her room, answering correspondences from the merchants and weyrs her father does business with. It was tedious, and exhausting, so she welcomes the excersise and the crisp hint of the coming winter in the air. She's got her hair tossed up in a decent runnertail and a loose, but warm outfit of pants, top and jacket on. Her boots leave small impressions in the sand. She's a bit lost in her own world and startles a bit when she looks up to see someone jogging ahead of her.

Talya is not a very good Guard for not having heard Taurie behind her, too distracted by the activity on the Boardwalk to really have heard the girl catch up as she slowed down. While Taurie may just be startled, Talya glances back when she finally hears something (and the other woman is almost beside her) and jumps at the sudden scare of someone appearing. "Where did you pop out of?!" It's like she appeared from :between: like a firelizard, the way that Talya was surprised. Her dark eyes look around the other woman, as if trying to find the source. She stands there with a hand clutching at the thick top she wears over her heart, breathing heavily. More so than when she was jogging, probably.

Taurie skids to a stop to avoid colliding with Talya and laughs throatily when Talya exclaims over her appearance. "I've been behind you awhile I think." She finally admits, laughter still twinkling in her eyes. "What's got you so distracted?" SHe begins a walk now, cooling down her body to avoid cramping up.

"What are you, a Master spy or something? I didn't hear a single sound you made," Talya points out and she gives Taurie a suspicious look as she calms herself down. She glances back towards the Boardwalk at the talk of distractions and then gives a sigh as she replies, "Thinking about buying something, but not sure what. And they aren't going to be staying out much longer." They being the Crafters and all. She is back to moving as she follows the other woman side by side now, having to wind down from her own jog. And maybe to keep an eye on her as well. "Do you jog down here a lot?"

Taurie laughs. "Hardly." She says of being a spy and wills her own heartbeat to slow down a bit. Blue-green eyes flick to Talya as she examines the boardwalk. "You know…." She begins, always one for business, "If you tell me what you're looking for, I can probably get it for you at a better price." She winks and smiles. Taurie. Merchant's daughter and business partner, at Talya's service! As to Talya's last, Taurie shrugs. "Sometimes. I like to mix it up. I do a course in the jungle too."

Talya drops her arms back down to her side, having at least gotten over her initial fright. She looks to Taurie with a side-tilt of her head, sizing up the shorter woman for a moment. "Well, I actually don't know what I'm looking for," she admits after a silent moment of just power walking. "It's a gift for a rider. I was just going to browse for ideas, maybe check out the Weavers." She gives a helpless shrug at the idea before turning her neck around and looking back. "But if you got an idea, with the right price, I'm willing to consider it."

Taurie nods. "Well, any ideas on what your rider likes? Favorite color? He or she?" Taurie picks a little, because choosing a gift for someone unknown is quite tricky. "Is it a love interest?" Sorry, not sorry, another neccesary question.

Talya opens her mouth and… nope, she is stuck. She snaps it shut and stares straight ahead as she considers these questions. "You know, I don't know his favorite color. This is stuff someone should know, right?" To Taurie's last question, she glances again briefly to her and this time looks straight ahead as she walks. "Romantic interest," she says in correction, avoiding that l-word in whatever way it was being used at the moment.

Taurie chuckles and nods, a soft understanding smile on her face. "Well, are you leaning towards trinket, or practical?" Taurie cocks her head to the side in question, her mind already racing through a plethora of things to suggest. This is what Taurie does best, and she love severy minute of it. "Or, something a little more…personal" Because Taurie can help there too and she's in on all the latest fashions.

"Trinket? Practical? I got as far as: It's his Turnday and I should get him something for once," Talya admits with a chuckle, rubbing at the back of her neck as she walks. She is slowly down however, perhaps getting too deep into her thoughts as she tries to consider. "What do you mean by personal?" She is curious about what the other woman can suggest in that category. Her face pulls down into a little frown. "I mean, I guess I'm open to taking any suggestion you may have at this point. He's got a lot of hobbies and seems to always get what he needs— shells, I don't even know half the stuff he does."

Taurie gives Talya a coy little smile. "Oh, you know, something…nice to wear for him, and only him if you get my drift?" Not that Taurie would really know what it's like to do something like that for a man, but she knows how to sell a product. Taurie is startting to sniff a challenge, and she does love a good challenge. "What's his name? His dragon? What's the dragon's color?"

When it comes to talking about clothes, Talya glances down to her own garbs. Stolen man's shirt that was long sleeved loose but warm and too long pants that were rolled up. She definitely knew how to dress… not. "I mean, I think we're to the point where just being naked is the best kind of thing to wear, you know?" She turns up a smirk onto Taurie. "Maybe something a little more practical but…" and here she trails off, her dark eyes scanning the beach they were navigating for eavesdroppers. "I won't completely forget about that idea." Asking about the rider himself makes her pause and she takes a few steps before she finally does answer, "Jedameth's rider, Th'res. So blue, of course." She is just going to assume everyone really the happy blue dragon and his lifemate.

Taurie beams. "You do keep that in mind. It's a good idea, trust me." Taurie winks and the gears in her mind begin turning and working their magick. "Do you think you can trust me? Give me a timeframe and I will have something amazing and apropriate for your beau by the expected time. And all for a very reasonable price, I promise." And she

Taurie beams. "You do keep that in mind. It's a good idea, trust me." Taurie winks and the gears in her mind begin turning and working their magick. "Do you think you can trust me? Give me a timeframe and I will have something amazing and apropriate for your beau by the expected time. And all for a very reasonable price, I promise." And she'll be more fair than the boardwalk vendors, and she knows, because she deals with them and has seen their inflation prices. "And if you do trust me with it, I'll have to excuse myself, I like to get on these things right away." And these were the fun jobs.

Talya plucks at her baggy clothes one last time, but then Taurie lays on the /really/ big questions. She eyes her up and down again, slower this time and stopping all together in her walk. "Not sure if I trust you but I do know I don't really have much to go on right now…" She spreads her hands out helplessly before moving again. "His Turnday is here already, but better something late than never." Plus, she was curious to see what Taurie puts together! It was not an agreement and she seems to take longer to actually consider, then gives a hard nod. "Okay, I'll do something small and then I'll see what you get. So long as it doesn't empty my marks purse, I'm good." Tal makes a waving motion to Taurie, as if to say get a move on! She's got her curiosity peaked. "Thanks, Taurie. I'll be seeing you 'round soon then, I hope?" But she's already turning to move away, back to her things left behind.

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