Delivery!

Participants:

Randi.jpg Ciara.jpg

Date: July 1, 2010
Location: The location of the scene
Synopsis: Ciara delivers Randi's requested fruit - and catches the gold rider in a frustrated moment.
Rating: PG-13
Logger: Ciara

Eastern Weyr: Lakeshore
At present, this large scoop in the ground - which only grows larger each day - looks a bit odd. There's a string of makeshift fencing around the edges to try and keep those without business there out of the way. However, small wooden poles and three lines of twine are more of a suggestion than a deterrent, and weyrbrats can often be seen playing in the sections not filled with digging workers. A small sign hung on the highest bit of twine states 'LAKE HOPELESS' in forcibly fancy script, yet there's not a drop of water to be seen anywhere in the scoop.


At the shore of the … well, the lake-in-progress, a - relatively - tiny gold dragon lies restlessly. Her tail twitches in agitation and every so often she lets out a devastated-sounding schreechy groan. Her rider isn't too far off, and she doesn't seem happy either. Nor, for the record, is the ageing Smith she's yelling at. "This was supposed to be ready for water yesterday! Now you're telling me that I'll have to bathe Kaseth in the ocean?"

A short figure comes trotting over from the southern end of the bowl, a small, lumpy sack thrown over one shoulder and bouncing in time with the young woman's steps. Ciara's peering about her with fascination, the sheer size of the bowl apparently overwhelming her, to judge by her wide-eyed expression. She hears Randi's yelling before she really focuses her eyes on the woman, and Cia slows right down in her approach, eyeing the smith sympathetically. As she gets closer, she garners all her courage and calls out: "erm, Weyrwoman? I have a delivery for you."

"You sharding dimglow! She doesn't want the salt water. I don't want the salt water!" After an unintelligible growl, the young weyrwoman throws her arms in the air and whips around towards the other voice. "What?!" It takes a moment, but recognition does eventually set in. Instantly her features soften, though tension and fatigue still run visibly in her expression and stance. "Oh, Ciara, it's you. I'm sorry. It's just this stupid lake. It was supposed to be done sevens ago and now they tell me it'll be another two months!"

Ciara gets closer to where the woman and smith are and does her little curtsey once Randi's attention is on her. "It's fine, ma'am. I'm sorry to hear about your lake." She gives the smith a glance, and looks awkward about talking in his presence. "I've got your fruit though ma'am, so maybe this will make up for things?" She shifts the sack off her shoulder and holds it out towards Randi. "Half a dozen lemons and a dozen yellowfruit - they had a good harvest of those this year, apparently."

"Oh, yes. Right. Fruit." And even though the idea of fresh lemonade and icy yellowfruit smoothie sounded so luscious yesterday, just now her Kaseth's urgent desire for a bath has superseded everything for the moment. "Um. Yes." Giving Kaseth a soothing pat, she reaches into her pouch and pulls out a full Mark and a half as well to hand them over. Pausing mid-reach, she glances back over her shoulder at the stewing gold and then pushes the marks into Ciara's hand. "Don't suppose you came across a big freshwater lake somewhere while you were fruit-gathering, did you? The ones up north are too cold, Kaseth says."

Ciara tries not to look /too/ eager as she takes the Mark - and a half on top of the originally promised full one! Both pieces are stowed away in a pocket and the teenager gives Randi a grateful smile, with just a shade too much eagerness in it. "There was one to the north-west of Landing - it's probably big enough for your gold. It looked nice and clear." She shifts her weight, looking torn. "If you need anything else ma'am, I can come back any time. The watchrider's waiting to return me to Nerat…."

"Oh yes, yes I'm sorry to have kept you." Randi answers distractedly. "North-west, you say? Is that up near Southern Hold, then?" Kaseth croons pitifully and reaches her head around to rub her cheek up and down over Ciara's side. Unfortunately, with more force than strictly necessary. "Alright, alright Your Ladyship, we'll go. I'm sorry, Ciara. She says thank you for the lake, but she can't stand the sand on her hide anymore. I'll see you soon, though, I trust?"

Ciara nods. "I think so ma'am, yes." The next moment Kaseth's rubbing her cheek against her side, and the girl almost falls over, her legs flying out wide to stop her toppling. "Woah…hey, hi." She boggles at the gold, and can barely tear her eyes off the dragon to bid farewell to Randi. "She's welcome. Hopefully ma'am, yes. I'm glad to have been of help to you today." Curtseying again, and with a final bug-eyed look of wonder at Kaseth, she trots back the way she came.



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