A Pink Commission

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Ciara.jpg Nenienne.jpg

Date: 21st June 2011
Location: Eastern Weyr Living Cavern
Synopsis: Ciara and Nenienne sort out a commission.
Rating: G
Logger: Ciara

The main Living Cavern at Eastern Weyr is a near replica of the "Lower Bowl" in shape. It is circular, with ceilings sloping up into a gentle cone shape. There are a few stalactites hanging from the ceiling, from which the Weyr's few firelizards may perch. Between these, there are a few inverted "hills", showing exactly how quickly the workmen finished this job. It lends an eerie quietness to the place, as the features cut the sound more effectively. The glowbaskets on the walls highlight the tables of all shapes and sizes around the room. The Head Table appears to be more traditional in place and kind, but the rest of the tables are variable. The east side of the room boasts larger rectangle tables suitable for whole groups of riders, while the middle holds smaller circular tables more appropriate for a family with children. The west side of the room has small square tables which often double as gaming tables on lazy days and most evenings.
Near the Head table, off to the East side, the double doors of the kitchen swing open. Near those doors, two long rectanglular tables are set up for food and drink service. On the eastern and western sides of the room, the stairs lead up to parallel hallways which connect to the rest of the Weyr. A third, smaller set of stairs at the southernmost end of the cavern leads to the Weyr Entrance.


The hour's well past dinner time, the sun long set, and the living cavern is empty. Well, empty save for one young gold rider, who's sat at one of the circular tables intended for families, in the middle of the room. Ciara's leaning back in her chair, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, clasping a mug of klah in both hands. With her eyes closed, she looks at peace as she inhales from the mug, which is held just below her face.

Someone worked through dinner. Again. Neni slips in and makes a VTOL-line toward the klah. As usual, shepours herself a muful with milk but no sweetening, downs it, and pours herself a second mug with milk. Only after she's finished that does she poke around on the night hearth, finally getting herself some stew and a roll. Finally, she looks around and approaches Ciara, asking politely, "Want some company?"

Ciara opens her eyes at the voice so close to her, and blinks a moment before she focuses properly on Nenienne and recognition kicks in. "Neni! Of course, make yourself comfortable." The rider straightens up in her seat so she's not lounging in it, setting her klah on the table but keeping her hands wrapped around the warm mug. "How're you doing?" Her attention is all on Neni now; quite the change from the seemingly-asleep posture she had before.

Nenienne says, "I'm doing well. How are you and Suosith?" Though not smiling, her eyes are full of mischief, "Getting used to your significantly larger living space? And how is L'ron, come to that? Has Balkrith gifted you with any turnips?"

"Better than I have been," Ci says, somewhat mysteriously. The mischief in Neni's eyes gets a raised eyebrow from the younger woman, and a shy look down at her klah as L'ron and the shared living space are brought up. "Oh, it's lovely to have all the space. Though sometimes it's like I don't know what to do in it, y'know? L'ron's doing okay. He's healed up nicely after the fork incident," she adds with a mock long-suffering sigh, looking up now to catch Neni's eye with a little smile to offer the crafter. As for turnips: "Suosith's been receiving the most, uh, gifts. As long as they're not out on display she doesn't much mind them. I think I've got used to the smell of 'em, now."

Nenienne meets Ci's eyes briefly and then looks down, then up at a spot over Ci's shoulder. "That's good to hear. On both counts. And maybe if he gives her enough turnips we coudld string them together for a cecklace for her."

Ciara snorts softly with amusement at that image. "I don't think Suosith would be too impressed by that sort of necklace." She can hear the gold's complaints in her head already. The way that Nenienne looks around makes Ci look concerned, as though she's said something wrong. "You okay, Neni?"

Nenienne hmmmmmms? "I'm fine. Too bad about the necklace, though — I bet Balkrith would be so proud of it." Remembering her food, she finally begins eating, somewhat sheepishly.

The look Ci gives Nenienne is dubious, but she shrugs it off and lets a smile return to her face as she imagines Balkrith's reaction to a turnip necklace. "Don't give him any ideas - he'll want to make one for himself to wear, no doubt. Then L'ron will never let us live it down if he finds out we started the whole idea off…." She grins, teasingly.

Nenienne snickers. "Speaking of necklaces, though, you said you wanted to talk to me about a possible commission?"

"Oh!" Ci takes a sip of her klah, nodding as she swallows and sets the mug down again, loosening her hands from around it to lift one up and wave it a little, vaguely in the direction of the eastern bowl and, by extension, her weyr. "Well, it's Suosith more than me but, um…she wants to, uh, 'prettify' me. Her words," Ci adds with a bashful grin. Taking a breath, as if this is difficult, she asks, "do you know of any, uhh, pink stones?"

Nenienne nods. "Offhand, there's rose quartz and pink tourmaline. Those are the two I work with most, but I could probably come up with more if I thought about. And does Suosith know about rose gold?"

Ciara groans, though she's still smiling. "She doesn't, but I have a feeling she'll be rather insistent on it if she's told about it. I think I can only handle so much pink in one place," says the not-overly-feminine girl. "I think what she wants is something to wear to gathers - something showy. How much pink is too much pink with jewellery?" She adds, grinning.

Nenienne says, with a straight face, "Depends on how prissy you are." She ponders for a few seconds, then adds, "Oh, and pearls. I'm thinking I could try for something just this side of tasteful which will make her happy and not embarrass you too much."

Ciara bites her lip to contain her laughter, her lips twitching wildly as she struggles to hold a smile and not burst into helpless laughter. Pearls, though - "oh, hey, pearls sound nice! Erm, you can't get pink ones, right?" She sounds worried at the possibility of that - what if Suosith finds out?? "I think she wants to go as flashy as possible, since I've managed to fight her to keep my dresses tasteful. Maybe I could tell her less is more for jewellery?" She hazards, looking at Neni hopefully.

Nenienne shakes her head. "I can get pink pearls, though ivory are the most common. Hmmm. I could make an all-pearl necklace with pink, but it would be very expensive. On the other hand, I was thinking something like a necklace with a tourmaline rondelle for every ten pearls — the tourmaline would be pink and flashy, while the ivory pearls would tone it down a bit."

Ciara looks about to form some sort of rebuttal on the all-pearl necklace with pin idea, but, fortunately, Nenienne's suggesting something else already, so instead Ci looks relieved, nodding enthusiastically. "Oh, that sounds like it'd suit both of us!" Although - "um, what's a rondelle?" She grins, some sheepishness at her ignorance in the expression.

Nenienne pulls out a hide from somewhere and draws a shape akin to a doughnut, but with straight edges rather than rounded, as she explains, "Usually it's a single bead in this shape, though I was thinking of a silver circle set with tiny tourmalines — for the sparkle factor."

Ciara leans over to watch the shape form, letting out an 'oooh' of understanding. "Sparkles. Oh yes, she'd like that." Apparently the job here is to get something satisfactory for the pink-loving, sparkle-loving gold. "It wouln't be too heavy with the pearls as well, would it?" Ci asks next, her thoughts coming back to needing the thing to fit her needs as well as her lifemate's.

Nenienne says, "I had a feeling she might. A carved tourmaline bead would be matte, and I bet she is more into facets. How do you mean by heavy? The rondelles would be lighter weight-wise than a single pearl, and the necklace itself could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty-four inches and not be anything a teen couldn't handle, weight-wise. Or if you mean overdone, no; I think pearls are generally considered to be understated unless you do something like a double or triple rope.""

"Well, I'm not used to wearing necklaces, um," Ciara explains, looking embarrassed now. The further information Neni offers is greeted with a pleased expression, and a nod. "Oh, no, I think one - a single? - rope would be fine." She's trying to keep up with the vocabulary that intrigues her. She's trying to picture the length of the thing in her head, moving her hands to try and gauge it. Satisfied nod, then she looks at Nenienne again. "Er - I'm not being too forthright just assuming you're happy to take a commission, right?"

Nenienne shakes her head, giving a rare smile. "It's been sort of dry for the past few months. I'm hoping to get a few for graduation, but since it's so early in the process I'm not expecting a lot right away. And besides, you're a friend."

Ciara nods, just the once, subdued. She's thinking back to hearing Nenienne mention the dry spell before, and her brow becomes lined for a moment out of concern for the situation. Then she forces herself to cheer up, smiling, though the expression is softer. "Thanks, Neni. I'll mention you to the other weyrlings if you'd like - I know some others who're thinking about jewellery for Gathers." She leans back in her seat, lifting her klah to sip at it before asking the important question: "um, how much will it be for the tourmaline and pearls necklace? And how do I pay you? Or when, I guess. Heh." She's not used to doing this sort of thing, would you ever guess?

Nenienne is all business now, as she says, "I usually ask for half up front to help me pay for materials and such. Since I'm looking at silver for the rondelles and tiny tourmalines, that will make is less expansive than large rocks. And I was thinking four or five millimeter pearls would be about right, which again makes it less than the eight or nine millimeter monsters some Lady Holders favor." She is mostly talking for her own benefit, thinking through pricing, and finally she names one. "With a slight discount since you'll be driving business my way," she adds.

Ciara brightens as Neni explains the process, and gives some more detail on the project. "I see! Yes, that does make sense." And seems so obvious now, of course. She listens attentively to everything, nodding, nose wrinkling at the Lady Holder thing and a little laugh escaping her. "I don't think I could pull off the Lady Holder look," she jokes, before she's more serious with her next words. "Oh, you don't have to do that. I'm happy to give you the publicity! I'm sure I'll have to attend something or other in the other Weyrs or Holds soon enough. If they've not heard of you before there, I'll make sure they will," she finishes, brightly.

Nenienne says, "All right, then. Call it a discount for a friend. At any rate, if you want to haggle, that's the starting price."

Ciara purses her lips, giving Nenienne the eye. "You're not going to let me haggle you up, are you?" She teases, trying to act serious but failing to stop a little smile from tugging at her lips.

Nenienne says airily, "Nah, that would be bad for business."

Ciara's eyes have a certain twinkle in them as she outright smiles, now. "Well, trust me when I say everyone I meet will know who made my fabulous necklace. I'm sure Suosith will be happy to chatter to other dragons about it, too." The gold being the sort to shoe off whatever flashy thing she's currently a big fan of. Draining her klah, Ci sets the mug down with an air of finality. "Um. So you'll let me know when it's done?"

Nenienne nods. "It won't take too long; not like some of the things which people here have commissioned. Stringing pearls is quick work, even when you knot in between each one… which I always do. The rondelles will take the longest, but they're not complicated. Probably somewhere between two sevendays and a month."

Ciara nods, standing now and stretching, with a grin. "Gotcha. I'm looking forward to seeing it!" She glances towards the exit, before offering a final cheery smile. "I better get back to the weyr…work awaits me. Nice t'do business with you - and I'll see you soon!" And with that she's off.


Slightly backdated to before Nenienne's injury.


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