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Irelanth Searches Natali
7/7/2010
09:07 PM
The current time for zone 0 is: 2685.11.5 08:20:46
Southern Boll - Courtyard(#303RJM)
With a fleet of trader's wagons assembled around the gather grounds, and the hustle and bustle of trade going on, there's a chance for some peace and quiet closer to the great gates of the Hold, and that's where Natali is, comfortably tucked up, with her back against one of the pillars of the gate itself, her skirts settled about her as she tilts her head back, eyes closed.
There is a brown dragon waiting patiently outside the gates. He's been here for some time, and for the past little while a few people, mostly drudges, have been depositing various crates around the dragon. His hide is pale, sand colored, almost white, save for a smattering of freckles that lay on his neck and shoulders and back, and for the candied caramel backs of his wingsails. Those great jeweled eyes, whirling placid, happy blue and green, have been trained on the girl with her eyes closed, but not exclusively. He's been people-watching, waiting for his lifemate to appear.
And appear, M'lo does, with the last crate balanced on his shoudlers, containing what should be, if the label is accurate, bananas. He passes right by Natali without noticing her at all, and carefully sets the crate down at Irelanth's feet. There are a few moments when M'lo starts to load the cargo onto his dragon, that his face goes blank and far away. He glances around, and spots the girl. "Hey," he calls. "You, girl! I could use a hand."
"I'm not a helping hand," the girl's voice is clipped, rather prim in fact, with her eyes closed, she can only hear sounds, but there's nothing surely that has her interested enough in actually daring to look what might be there, and therefore, the sound of M'lo's voice has her jumping to all sorts of wrong conclusions. "Find one of the boys to do it, Mother says I don't have to help if I don't want to." It's then that she blinks, vision returning, and realizing that there's a dragonrider there. "Oh!" she exclaims sharply, bounding up, hands brushing at her skirt, hair, anything to make herself look more presentable. "I thought you were someone else." She still doesn't move yet, though.
M'lo turns a clearly rather skeptical look, not on the girl, but on his dragon, who just as clearly gives him a stubborn stare right back. Those nostrils flare, and catch the sun of the late afternoon, which shines greenly through the thin pale skin, picking up the ichor vessels, similar to how a human's ear might look pink with the sun coming through behind the thin skin and blood. M'lo slaps the small brown's shoulder and sighs. "If you're sure," he mutters quietly. "I'm not ordering you," he calls out to the girl. "I'm asking. You looked like you weren't busy, and well. Bananas go bad fast." He gives her a sort of smile and tilts his head toward his dragon. "This is Irelanth. I'm M'lo. We're from Fort Weyr."
Natali's hands brush over her skirt a few more times, making her the drape of clothing is set, just so. "I wasn't," she admits, "just trying to stay away from having to do some work over there," she waves a hand towards the caravan before she steps forward a few steps. "If it had been Mother who wanted me to help, I think I would have liked it, she always has easy chores for me to do. But it was Sela and her husband. My father says they're rather lazy traders and would have given me harder work to do," She laughs a bit, "And here I'm chattering at you. I could lend a hand, I think. I'm Natali." By now, she's at the dragon's side, or close enough, bobbing a bit. "It's nice to meet you, M'lo, Irelanth."
Irelanth blows out a pleased breath at Natali and ducks his head closer to her again. He breathes in, a great, long whooooooosh of air rushing into his lungs, and then out again with enough force to send her skirt plastering against her legs. Something faintly ripples outward from the dragon's mind, opalescent ripples of warmth - he's laughing. M'lo grins, infected with his dragon's good mood, and nods at the girl. "Nice to meet you. So... Trader girl, then?" he asks her, looking toward the wagons. He hefts a sack of something knobby and unidentified, and clambers up onto Irelanth's forelimb, and starts tying it to the straps. His hands are sure and quick, like he's done this before hundreds of times. "Hand me that next one would you?" he asks, and reaches down for it.
"I am," Natali remarks, frowning a bit at the whoosh of air from the dragon, and the minute she's able to, she's back to twitching her skirts to settle them into place again. "My father is the head trader of that caravan," once more, she waves at the wagons on the gather ground. "He's one of the best traders /ever!/ Why, you know he negotiated some wonderful deals, including exclusive rights this season here at Southern Boll. Which means we get to stay here where it's nice and warm, and we'll have marks after all of this." she chatters on at the brownrider before bending to tug on the bag, holding it with both hands before it's lifted, the girl letting out a gasp or two. "What's in here anyway? Rocks?"
M'lo grins and chuckles and starts tying the bag onto Irelanth's straps. "No," he says. "Not rocks." But /what/, he doesn't say. He slides down Irelanth's forearm and lands with a little puff of dust on the ground and gestures to the crate of bananas. Though he carried it in on his shoulder he says, "Help me with this?" He'll pick up one side, no problem. "So that must've been pretty fun, getting to travel all over Pern, meet new people. I grew up in one place my whole life. Eastern Weyr. Going to Fort to see my sister was really the first time I left home." He smiles. "Best thing I could've done." For a very obvious reason, which sits there, twenty times bigger than his human lifemate. "You ever been to Fort Weyr?" He jerks his head north, in the general direction of said Weyr.
Natali sniffs a bit. "Well, it /feels/ cursedly heavy," the girl protests, moving over to heft one side of the banana crate. "I hope it's worth it, whatever's in there." the trader girl beams proudly, nodding. "It's the /best/ life," she declares firmly, "*pat*
Natali sniffs a bit. "Well, it /feels/ cursedly heavy," the girl protests, moving over to heft one side of the banana crate. "I hope it's worth it, whatever's in there." the trader girl beams proudly, nodding. "It's the /best/ life," she declares firmly, chin upraised in a prideful sort of way. "We travel all over, find a nice warm place to stay sometimes, and just rake in the marks. Father is very good at that." There's definitely a smug satisfaction in the girl's tone of voice. "I wouldn't really know what it's like to live in one place all the time," she muses the thought carefully, "but I think you got something good out of that lifestyle." her look is somewhat pointed in the direction of Irelanth, the girl studying him for a moment and shaking her head. "Me? No. We've been to Fort Hold, but didn't make it up the rest of the way to the Weyr. Is it nice there?"
M'lo ties the crate to Irelanth, careful to put adequate padding between the wood and his lifemate's soft hide. "Fort Weyr?" he asks. "Yeah, it's great. Not as beautiful this time of year than at others. You know, all the green is dead and the snows haven't arrived, yet. But it's pretty nice. And of course, there are dragons thick as vtols." Irelanth snorts and just eyes his lifemate rather indignantly, but M'lo only grin at him, and goes for another sack of something or other. "You wanna come check it out?" he asks her. His hand flashes into his pocket and flips something white toward her that arches through the air, tumbling end over end. "Put that on if you do, but hurry. We have to leave soon." It's a Candidate's knot.
Natali is quite assuredly speechless for the moment, blue eyes fastened on that loop of white in the air and she tracks it, finally managing to get up a hand at last to snatch it from the air, it slipping most of the way through her fingers before her hand closes on it. "What do I do with it?" she asks, a bit of a frown beginning to form on her face, and she's looking up, blue eyes blinking wide and surprised at the brownrider. "You said put it on, but ..." her voice trails off, and it's a moment or two more before she finally seems to 'get' it. "I'm a Candidate? For what?" She knows, really she does, but, she's not heard any news. "What's at Fort Weyr?"
M'lo is on the other side of Irelanth, now, securing another sack of something to the straps over there. "Haven't you heard?" he asks her. "Eight dragon eggs harden on the Sands of Fort Weyr, and trusty riders like me -" Irelanth rumbles, and M'lo corrects himself. "Upstanding, intelligent, perceptive, wonderful dragons like /Irelanth/ have been tasked with finding suitable candidates to stand for the Hatching." He ducks behind and tightens a knot, then pops up again and looks at her over some brown neck ridges. "You're only a Candidate if you say /yes/." He glances toward the wagons. "If you want to say goodbye and grab your things, best do it quick, lass."
"I hadn't heard," Natali's retort is heated, the girl propping her hands on her hips for a moment to regard brown and rider alike. "We don't always get the news if we're on the road, and we only just arrived last night. You could hardly fault /me/ for not hearing about Fort's wonderful news." But then her gaze strays towards Irelanth, and she manages a soft laugh, the sound somewhat choked for certain, before her hands fall. "Yes," she breathes out the word. "Yes. I'll ... go. You wait right here," she states, whirling about. "I won't be long." And then she's dashing off for the wagons, off to bid farewell to her parents, and collect her belongings before running back, skirts swirling around her ankles.
M'lo is already astride Irelanth, and all the bags and crates that were on the ground around the dragon have been secured to the great freckled body. Irelanth rumbles appreciatively as Natali runs toward them, and M'lo grins. "Hop up," he says, and bends way over to offer her a hand, should she need it. And then it's up into the sky, and with a crack of air that rushes to fill the dragon-sized void, they disappear /between/.
7/7/2010
09:07 PM
The current time for zone 0 is: 2685.11.5 08:20:46
Southern Boll - Courtyard(#303RJM)
With a fleet of trader's wagons assembled around the gather grounds, and the hustle and bustle of trade going on, there's a chance for some peace and quiet closer to the great gates of the Hold, and that's where Natali is, comfortably tucked up, with her back against one of the pillars of the gate itself, her skirts settled about her as she tilts her head back, eyes closed.
There is a brown dragon waiting patiently outside the gates. He's been here for some time, and for the past little while a few people, mostly drudges, have been depositing various crates around the dragon. His hide is pale, sand colored, almost white, save for a smattering of freckles that lay on his neck and shoulders and back, and for the candied caramel backs of his wingsails. Those great jeweled eyes, whirling placid, happy blue and green, have been trained on the girl with her eyes closed, but not exclusively. He's been people-watching, waiting for his lifemate to appear.
And appear, M'lo does, with the last crate balanced on his shoudlers, containing what should be, if the label is accurate, bananas. He passes right by Natali without noticing her at all, and carefully sets the crate down at Irelanth's feet. There are a few moments when M'lo starts to load the cargo onto his dragon, that his face goes blank and far away. He glances around, and spots the girl. "Hey," he calls. "You, girl! I could use a hand."
"I'm not a helping hand," the girl's voice is clipped, rather prim in fact, with her eyes closed, she can only hear sounds, but there's nothing surely that has her interested enough in actually daring to look what might be there, and therefore, the sound of M'lo's voice has her jumping to all sorts of wrong conclusions. "Find one of the boys to do it, Mother says I don't have to help if I don't want to." It's then that she blinks, vision returning, and realizing that there's a dragonrider there. "Oh!" she exclaims sharply, bounding up, hands brushing at her skirt, hair, anything to make herself look more presentable. "I thought you were someone else." She still doesn't move yet, though.
M'lo turns a clearly rather skeptical look, not on the girl, but on his dragon, who just as clearly gives him a stubborn stare right back. Those nostrils flare, and catch the sun of the late afternoon, which shines greenly through the thin pale skin, picking up the ichor vessels, similar to how a human's ear might look pink with the sun coming through behind the thin skin and blood. M'lo slaps the small brown's shoulder and sighs. "If you're sure," he mutters quietly. "I'm not ordering you," he calls out to the girl. "I'm asking. You looked like you weren't busy, and well. Bananas go bad fast." He gives her a sort of smile and tilts his head toward his dragon. "This is Irelanth. I'm M'lo. We're from Fort Weyr."
Natali's hands brush over her skirt a few more times, making her the drape of clothing is set, just so. "I wasn't," she admits, "just trying to stay away from having to do some work over there," she waves a hand towards the caravan before she steps forward a few steps. "If it had been Mother who wanted me to help, I think I would have liked it, she always has easy chores for me to do. But it was Sela and her husband. My father says they're rather lazy traders and would have given me harder work to do," She laughs a bit, "And here I'm chattering at you. I could lend a hand, I think. I'm Natali." By now, she's at the dragon's side, or close enough, bobbing a bit. "It's nice to meet you, M'lo, Irelanth."
Irelanth blows out a pleased breath at Natali and ducks his head closer to her again. He breathes in, a great, long whooooooosh of air rushing into his lungs, and then out again with enough force to send her skirt plastering against her legs. Something faintly ripples outward from the dragon's mind, opalescent ripples of warmth - he's laughing. M'lo grins, infected with his dragon's good mood, and nods at the girl. "Nice to meet you. So... Trader girl, then?" he asks her, looking toward the wagons. He hefts a sack of something knobby and unidentified, and clambers up onto Irelanth's forelimb, and starts tying it to the straps. His hands are sure and quick, like he's done this before hundreds of times. "Hand me that next one would you?" he asks, and reaches down for it.
"I am," Natali remarks, frowning a bit at the whoosh of air from the dragon, and the minute she's able to, she's back to twitching her skirts to settle them into place again. "My father is the head trader of that caravan," once more, she waves at the wagons on the gather ground. "He's one of the best traders /ever!/ Why, you know he negotiated some wonderful deals, including exclusive rights this season here at Southern Boll. Which means we get to stay here where it's nice and warm, and we'll have marks after all of this." she chatters on at the brownrider before bending to tug on the bag, holding it with both hands before it's lifted, the girl letting out a gasp or two. "What's in here anyway? Rocks?"
M'lo grins and chuckles and starts tying the bag onto Irelanth's straps. "No," he says. "Not rocks." But /what/, he doesn't say. He slides down Irelanth's forearm and lands with a little puff of dust on the ground and gestures to the crate of bananas. Though he carried it in on his shoulder he says, "Help me with this?" He'll pick up one side, no problem. "So that must've been pretty fun, getting to travel all over Pern, meet new people. I grew up in one place my whole life. Eastern Weyr. Going to Fort to see my sister was really the first time I left home." He smiles. "Best thing I could've done." For a very obvious reason, which sits there, twenty times bigger than his human lifemate. "You ever been to Fort Weyr?" He jerks his head north, in the general direction of said Weyr.
Natali sniffs a bit. "Well, it /feels/ cursedly heavy," the girl protests, moving over to heft one side of the banana crate. "I hope it's worth it, whatever's in there." the trader girl beams proudly, nodding. "It's the /best/ life," she declares firmly, "*pat*
Natali sniffs a bit. "Well, it /feels/ cursedly heavy," the girl protests, moving over to heft one side of the banana crate. "I hope it's worth it, whatever's in there." the trader girl beams proudly, nodding. "It's the /best/ life," she declares firmly, chin upraised in a prideful sort of way. "We travel all over, find a nice warm place to stay sometimes, and just rake in the marks. Father is very good at that." There's definitely a smug satisfaction in the girl's tone of voice. "I wouldn't really know what it's like to live in one place all the time," she muses the thought carefully, "but I think you got something good out of that lifestyle." her look is somewhat pointed in the direction of Irelanth, the girl studying him for a moment and shaking her head. "Me? No. We've been to Fort Hold, but didn't make it up the rest of the way to the Weyr. Is it nice there?"
M'lo ties the crate to Irelanth, careful to put adequate padding between the wood and his lifemate's soft hide. "Fort Weyr?" he asks. "Yeah, it's great. Not as beautiful this time of year than at others. You know, all the green is dead and the snows haven't arrived, yet. But it's pretty nice. And of course, there are dragons thick as vtols." Irelanth snorts and just eyes his lifemate rather indignantly, but M'lo only grin at him, and goes for another sack of something or other. "You wanna come check it out?" he asks her. His hand flashes into his pocket and flips something white toward her that arches through the air, tumbling end over end. "Put that on if you do, but hurry. We have to leave soon." It's a Candidate's knot.
Natali is quite assuredly speechless for the moment, blue eyes fastened on that loop of white in the air and she tracks it, finally managing to get up a hand at last to snatch it from the air, it slipping most of the way through her fingers before her hand closes on it. "What do I do with it?" she asks, a bit of a frown beginning to form on her face, and she's looking up, blue eyes blinking wide and surprised at the brownrider. "You said put it on, but ..." her voice trails off, and it's a moment or two more before she finally seems to 'get' it. "I'm a Candidate? For what?" She knows, really she does, but, she's not heard any news. "What's at Fort Weyr?"
M'lo is on the other side of Irelanth, now, securing another sack of something to the straps over there. "Haven't you heard?" he asks her. "Eight dragon eggs harden on the Sands of Fort Weyr, and trusty riders like me -" Irelanth rumbles, and M'lo corrects himself. "Upstanding, intelligent, perceptive, wonderful dragons like /Irelanth/ have been tasked with finding suitable candidates to stand for the Hatching." He ducks behind and tightens a knot, then pops up again and looks at her over some brown neck ridges. "You're only a Candidate if you say /yes/." He glances toward the wagons. "If you want to say goodbye and grab your things, best do it quick, lass."
"I hadn't heard," Natali's retort is heated, the girl propping her hands on her hips for a moment to regard brown and rider alike. "We don't always get the news if we're on the road, and we only just arrived last night. You could hardly fault /me/ for not hearing about Fort's wonderful news." But then her gaze strays towards Irelanth, and she manages a soft laugh, the sound somewhat choked for certain, before her hands fall. "Yes," she breathes out the word. "Yes. I'll ... go. You wait right here," she states, whirling about. "I won't be long." And then she's dashing off for the wagons, off to bid farewell to her parents, and collect her belongings before running back, skirts swirling around her ankles.
M'lo is already astride Irelanth, and all the bags and crates that were on the ground around the dragon have been secured to the great freckled body. Irelanth rumbles appreciatively as Natali runs toward them, and M'lo grins. "Hop up," he says, and bends way over to offer her a hand, should she need it. And then it's up into the sky, and with a crack of air that rushes to fill the dragon-sized void, they disappear /between/.
Current Location: Courtyard, Sourthern Boll
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