Who D'had & Kiena
What D'had runs into a friendly face (or two) at the trading square.
When Late Summer
Where Fort Weyr - Trader and Crafter's Square

Fort Weyr - Trader and Crafter's Square

The massive rock face that makes up the outer walls of Fort Weyr looms, ever present even here where a large space has been cleared among the trees. A well tended and worn path threads its way from the Entrance Square, broad and wide enough for even the largest and most cumbersome of Trader's wagons. It continues on some distance, running parallel to the outer walls of the Weyr until veering subtly towards the forests again where it will expand again into a circular clearing. The ground is hard packed and scarcely any grass grows, save for along the edges a few patches here and there where folk are known to sit and relax rather than tread. In the center of this clearing is a stone well, ringed by a swath of wild grasses but accessible to all.

Branching in multiple directions are more paths, another large and broad one leading to a secondary clearing that is clearly designed for the Traders benefit, offering several choice locations, most of them sheltered by trees, for their wagons to be set up and ample room for their beasts to be properly penned. Firepits, large and small, are arranged and set at safe distances.

Another path, still wide but meant more for small wagon or foot travel, leads to a third clearing which holds several wooden stalls, all simple of build but well cared for. They are set up in a horseshoe loop, allowing most visitors to glimpse each of the Craft-related signs that mark each one. During the warmer months, this half is meant to be a Crafter's market and the stalls are often manned by posted Journeymen and any Apprentices under their wings.

Other paths lead away from all these clearings and both the Trader square and Crafter square. Some wind their way towards Fort's Forests, while others disappear up towards the Mountain Pass or loop back around to return either to the Entrance Square or towards the tunnels leading back into the Weyr itself.

Summer means there's a better influx of Traders and Crafters alike that are making their way through Fort's vast territory. Despite the recent events through the region, here in this one spot? The only concerns are haggling over the prices of the goods currently being sold. It's a market, of sorts, that is affected by the seasons but today most of the stalls are occupied and there's a variety of items on display. Kiena rarely visits Fort anymore, often only if necessary and generally because some family tie demands it. Otherwise, the bluerider is content to lead her life as close to an independent rider as possible, despite having long since transferred from Xanadu to Half Moon Bay (which is a full circle, in a sense, given she Impressed there even longer ago). Having already done business at some of the stalls, she's veering away closer to the Trader side of the square. Eventually she'll choose to settle herself by one of the (unlit, thankfully) fire pits, stretching her legs out in front of her while she digs around in the leather satchel she'd brought with her. Not much has changed about her, though her hair has begun to fade a bit from the more fiery red it used to be. She keeps much of it tied back, though noticeably one whole side of her head is shaved. Her clothing is an eclectic mix, not quite tied to one region or another and fashioned to suit her but also be practical.

Just looking, picking up a few odds and ends, or perhaps visiting with some relation of his own the Trader side of things is where D'had is found. His path from one section to the next crossing Kiena's just after she's taken a seat. He's much unchanged from when she first met him, with the exception of time adding lines and replacing brown hair with more and more grey, his dress having always been simple and practical.

Kiena's hand withdraws from the satchel at her side and with it comes a small flask. Having just opened it and brought it to her lips for that first pull, her eyes happen to look sidelong and catch an older but familiar face. It still takes her a moment or so to confirm that she's recalling right and the flask goes ignored as it is lowered back to her lap. "D'had?" she calls out, some thread of uncertainty colouring her voice. It may have been awhile since she last saw the bluerider; her track record even with her extended family has not been the best.

D'had blinks, turning at the sound of his name in what was at least once a familiar voice. He pauses briefly before making a slight changing in course to bring him closer to the red-headed woman. "I know you," which he should also know by now is a terrible way to greet a woman. Alas, names have never been his strong suit. "You're his weyrmate?" Still yes? Maybe? Or not anymore?

Normally such a greeting would have earned some sarcastic rebuttal from Kiena but D'had is spared this time and let off the hook. Scoffing, she'll smirk as she glances up at him. "I sure hope you remember me," she quips instead. "Since I know you too." She flicks a hand in a casual gesture for him to settle himself if he choses to. Her flask is slipped away back from where she grabbed it moments before. "I am. That hasn't changed!" Though it's a half truth but easier to explain than the whole picture. "Family has got bigger. Keruthien looks more like his father every Turn." Her memory fails if she had already had Mur'dah's son last time she truly spoke with D'had. She could be alluding too that Mur'dah's twin, Marel's, own family has blossomed.

D'had ahs, nodding is approval as he helps himself to the seat beside her. "Good to hear," he replies given her confirmation of still being Mur'dah's weyrmate. "It has," added for the mention of the family. Whether she was speaking of her own or Marel's seems not to matter so much. "Does he?" the question of Keruthien, "He's what 13 now?"

"Did you doubt that we were still together?" Kiena's smirk broadens but she asks more out of idle curiosity than sounding offended. She'll glance his way again once he's settled beside her and maybe that flask will make a reappearance, only to be offered to him. It's likely alcohol and she may have forgotten that might be a bad, bad idea. When he guesses his grandson's age, she laughs. "Almost!" she muses. "You're about five Turns off. He's 18 and…" She hesitates. "Stubborn." It's her glossing over the majority of the details. She's not about to lament her wayward son!

"Not for a minute," D'had returns. Then again there was plenty of time where he never would have doubted that he and Thea wouldn't be together still, so one never really knows. What's one little drink going to hurt? The flask taken when offered and handed back after a drink. Just don't tell Marel, she might take offence. "Eighteen," he repeats that number with a whistle. "Can't imaging where he gets that from." The stubbornness. Certainly not from his grandparents…

Kiena will deal with that fallout if it ever comes to pass but a sip is only a sip and once the flask is reclaimed, it is not offered again. "Eh, it's not like I should be surprised." she admits with a shrug of her shoulders. Another laugh and she shakes her head, "Yeah, who'd have guessed he'd be stubborn and reckless…" And rebellious but that's a different matter. Exhaling heavily, she attempts to veer the conversation away from herself and glances sidelong again to him. "How've you been anyhow, D'had? You're looking… good." Which means she's finds him to be in good health given his age.

Exactly, its just a sip. When he was drunk he had a reason, not a good reason by any stretch, but a reason nonetheless. "Yep, nope, definitely can't imagine where he gets that." Maybe from him? Stubborn, check. Reckless, double check. But he's not going there either, letting her shift the topic with a shrug. "Been better, been worse. Keeping busy, drills and that." At his age there's enough riders who might have retired, but then this is D'had. "You're looking right smart yourself sweets," he adds with a wink. Old habits do apparently die hard.

That definitely grabs her attention! Kiena may openly stare at him dubiously for a few seconds too. "Drills?" she echoes, while looking over him from head to toe. "You're… actually completely serious, aren't you? Haven't you given thought to… oh, I dunno. Relaxing? I think by your age, you've more than deserved that." She laughs again, low and gruff but genuine. "Oh stop it! I can't believe that sort've thing works on some women…" The last of it trails off mumbled as she scoffs again.

"What?" Yes, he was completely serious. Don't mind that he's staring at her for thinking he's crazy the same as she is him for being serious about it. "What else am I gonna do?" He has a point there. "Retire? To what?" He can't help but chuckle at her though as she trails off that last comment even as he nods towards a young woman across the way working at one of the trader stands. A girl really, can't be much more than sixteen, who smiles shyly and sends a fingerwave in their direction as she spots them looking at her. Its a fleeting look however as she turns her attention towards a customer. "Pretty, ain't she." Long blonde hair, rosebud pink lips, but the eyes are ones somehow familiar in their icy green.

Kiena goes to protest immediately as her temper almost makes her leap before she thinks, but she catches herself at the last second. "I… damn it, you have a point!" Bastard. That much she doesn't voice at least, save to smirk at him again and then look away. As D'had points out the girl, she'll narrow her eyes to catch a better glimpse. Noticing the familiarity between them, she blinks and then fixes him with another look. "One of yours?"

D'had returns that look with one of his own. "No." A simple and straight forward answer at least. "So how's that boy of mine, and yours?" he goes on, shifting the subject back to her once again. Conversations might continue for awhile then before they part and go their separate ways.

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