Weyrlings at the Harvest Fair

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.


Late afternoon doesn't see much in terms of a slow-down at the fair, even if it is the last day. If anything, it's busier than ever as folks make the effort to visit and pick out the things they can, while they can - and aren't there always last-minute bargains to be had at these things, anyway? Thys, standing by a local Herder-trader's stall, is haggling away earnestly with the man behind it. There's laughter, a little friendly flirting, and finally, when both sides are satisfied, the shaking of hands and handing over of marks… and a leash? Two leashes. With caprines attached to them. Looking pleased as punch, the weyrling takes her leave from the stall and begins a slow meandering through the crowds with her four-legged friends in tow.

C'rus has greatly enjoyed the fair thus far, it has been a break from the 'usual' which while not being /that/ bad can be just too boring. He has now had the chance to see most of the stalls. He never really did buy anything, for him its been more of a social event. Jaicoureth has also enjoyed the activities surrounding the fair since he has gotten the chance to see more of the area around the weyr that he would have before. Presently the dragon is taking an afternoon nap back at the barracks. C'rus spots Thys easily enough, "Hey Thys." he calls to her as he makes his way toward her. He looks down at the animals on the leashes, "Are you adding to your collection?"

"Cy!" Her fellow weyrling is greeted with a huge smile, and Thys turns to lead her new purchases towards him. "Aren't they just darling? Rhenesath will love them." Then the smile fades for just a second, and she quickly adds: "Not to eat, of course. But we were talking, and they were actually her idea. You don't think M'icha will be too angry with me, do you?" One caprine bleats boredly, looking up at C'rus with its amber eyes. "I got a pretty good deal on them, too. I, er, might have abused my future position… just a little."

"The barracks are already filled with werylings, firelizards, and dragons. I don't think two more of anything is really going to be noticed all that much." C'rus responds to her question, "Though if we aren't all careful we are going to come out of werylinghood with too many pets to fit into one weyr." He shrugs just a bit, "Besides you are gonna be M'icha's boss soon enough. I think you probably are gonna have a pretty long leash yourself. I think you are probably going to find that people are always going to treat you with deference. Don't worry…I never will." he says with a grin.

Thys laughs, shaking her head. "Dear Faranth, Cy, I'm not keeping them in the barracks - don't you think there's enough mess in there to pick up as is, what with the dragons not being able to go between yet?" Caprine poop on top of dragon poop would just be unnecessary! "I'll hand them over to one of the Weyr's Beastcrafters, pay a little for their care until we're graduated. Though you know, I don't think I'll ever be M'icha's 'boss'." She employs the use of air quotes as she shakes her head. "I'm sure his duties fall under the Weyrleader's sphere… and besides, as a junior I think he'll outrank me anyway." A gentle shrug follows, with a soft smile. "Please promise me you'll never treat me any differently? I hate the thought that people might treat me differently just because of Rhenesath's colour."

"I don't think its really possible for the barracks to get worse. Two more anything wouldn't make much difference, though you are probably right in giving them a spot to be until we all graduate." When she goes on to talk about not being his boss he gives his head a slight shake, "I think that really a weyrwoman might have a good deal more power in the end. You may not be his direct boss but really we know where the power sits." At least according to Cy, "Have you even met me?" he asks with a chuckle, "I don't care about who has what knot or what color. It's one of the reasons I'm so massively popular."

"I don't know, have I met you?" Thys teases, switching the leashes into one hand to hold hers out to C'rus with all the seriousness in the world. "Hi there. I'm Thys, Rhenesath's rider of Fort. And you are?" But that seriousness only lasts a moment, before one of the caprines decides to use Thys's thigh as a scratching post for her head. The weyrling gasps and laughs, bracing herself against it - though her hand's still there for the shake, if Cy's willing.

C'rus takes the hand and gives it a quick shake, "And I'm C'rus. I cause chaos wherever I go. Presently I live here at Fort with my blue Jaicoureth." he says with a grin. He always found some of the 'formal' ways rather silly. He laughs and drops the hand, "We riders are a rather self important bunch aren't we. I think we have the market on being pretentious cornered quite effectively."

Thys's response to that is to blow a dismissivie raspberry. "Pfffft. Pretentious? Never." She winks, giving a gentle tug on the leashes to get the caprines moving. "I heard there's pie-tasting over at one of the baker's stalls. Want to go check it out? I adore pie. I think if there was ever a perfect food…" Grinning, she looks down the row of stalls to one where there's a bit of a crowd, down near the end. "Maybe we can even pick one up to take back. They're giving all the best discounts right now, have you noticed? Have you bought anything at all?"

C'rus walks along with Thys as she begins to get the creatures moving once more, "I'm willing to give that a shot." he says in answer, "I'm sure the others wouldn't mind getting a pie in the barracks. Not that the food is bad or anything…" He smiles and takes a quick glance through the stalls, "I'm afraid that I haven't bought anything. I never was one to buy alot of useless junk." Just as he finishes making that comment though his eyes glaze a bit, "Uh oh…Jaicoureth is begining to wake up. I'd best go and get there before he wakes up or there will be a massive incident. Sorry…" he says as he scurries off.


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