Telgar Weyr Snow Festival, Part Two

Telgar Weyr Snow Festival, Part Two

Annik - Saturday, August 03, 2002, 4:58 PM

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SmithCraft Tent <ST>(#15345Jem$)

You stand inside this airy tent. There are benches and tables showing the various wares that the Smiths have today. One table on the left has an arrangement of knives, ranging from plain hunting, to jewel-pommeled, non-functional knives, and even some eating knives. On the right, at the glasscrafters table, are an array of goblets, chalices and glass dragons which sit below a dangling array's of suncatchers that scatter the light around in a pleasing manner. A few machines sit in the center, mostly attracting a few confused looks from the majority of people, they would be VERY impressive if anyone other than the smiths knew what they were. In the far back hang some wind-chimes in both glass and metal, twisting and tinkling softly in the breeeze.

Standing next to each table is a helpful young apprentice, ready to find things for you and take your marks.

NOTE: +view-able things are available. Have a look, you'll like it.

Contents:

Kuroyi

Silver(#3014p)

Kuroyi sits beside the knife table, idly tapping his finger on his pantsleg as he waits for a prospective customer.

Desh comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Desh has arrived.

Taria comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Taria has arrived.

Talbak comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Talbak has arrived.

Desh enters the tent, bearing a tray with steaming mugs of klah.

Kuroyi grins and waves from his seat beside the knife display. "Hiya."

Talbak follows Desh, smiling around and seeing Taria, "Hey, Taria..." He says, grinning, walking towards her, "How're you?" He asks.

Taria smiles, peering out from the stack of small-goods she's standing behind. "Oh hi Tal.. great. What's happening out there, and is that klah?"

"This is indeed klah. Telgarian klah, at that." Desh sets the tray down on a bit of empty table.

Talbak grins, "Yeh, Desh had a good idea..." He says, shrugging as if that's unusual.

Talbak leaves the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Talbak has left.

Desh glances over his shoulder as Talbak leaves, one eyebrow quirking. He shrugs himself.

Talbak comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Talbak has arrived.

Annik pokes her head into the tent. "They're asking us to set up for the fireworks display," she says, grinning.

Kuroyi oos, "Klah? I want some klah, it's pretty chilly outside even now."

Talbak looks at Annik, "It's not even fully dark though..." He says.

Taria smiles. "Grand.. oh no, already, can't we have some klah first Master Annik?" she says with an exaggerated sigh.

Desh takes one of the mugs, heading over to the knife display to hand it over to Kuroyi. "Quite. Hence, the warm drink." His lips quirk up into his slight smile.

Annik shrugs at Talbak. "So, this is for them, not us, so we gotta start when they ask." She motions for everyone to follow her outside, replying to Taria, "Bring your klah with you."

You decide you've had enough of the Smith Tent and leave.

Southern Bowl(#396RDJ$)

Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the living Caverns. The first few spring flowers are blooming in pots, and what weeds there are have a renewed, clean color. The smell of spring comes in on the west wind. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks and the Telgar Weyr lake. The ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. Use '+view queenriders' to view them. The murmur of voices and the clatter of pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is being served.

The early evening crystal clear as the sun sets over the western rim. A light wind blows and the spring air feels a bit nippy.

Contents:

DRAGONS: (Aisheth) Indrath Decarath (Ularrith)

PLAYERS: Harolf Annik Mirrari Yashira Ryklin Tarien Lillian K'ran Conn Fairuzah Selandra Nimiriel

OTHER: Nite, Lord'n'Lady Tillek Ice Sculpture, Selandra's Snowball Surprise, Harolf's Ice Sculpture, SmithCraft Tent <ST>, Icy Istan Idol, Woodsmith Gather Tent, Smithcraft Portable Workshop

Obvious Exits:

Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Work Room Records Room

Tarien's able to stop from making a face at Nimiriel, instead flashing a dimpled smile Harolf's way. "Well, I'll leave it to you to claim your prize at your leisure," she replies. Catching that phrase, 'coiffured perfection,' she glances Fairuzah's way, and laughs softly as she spies just who is being discussed. "Some things never change," she replies, more to herself than anyone else.

Ryklin nods with a grin. "Ahuh, unless it's taken off with a Telgari rider's blade." he says huskily.

Silver> Talbak sighs and rolls his eyes, "It's too noisy out there..." He says.

Silver> Kuroyi nods, "Yes ma'am." He gets one of the junior apprentices to take his place at the table, and grabbing a mug of klah with a thanks to Desh heads outside.

Kuroyi emerges from the SmithCraft Tent.

Kuroyi has arrived.

Talbak emerges from the SmithCraft Tent.

Talbak has arrived.

Selandra smiles. pose smiles delightedly, "Red for us then?" with another grin in Marus and Lillian's direction.

Silver> Desh heads out as well, with glancing at Taria with an almost-smile.

Desh emerges from the SmithCraft Tent.

Desh has arrived.

Taria emerges from the SmithCraft Tent.

Taria has arrived.

Talbak follows Annik out of the tent, carrying a large box with him, smiling at Taria, "How's Ista?" He asks.

Kuroyi follows the smiths out, cradling his mug of klah close.

Annik motions for Talbak to start setting up in a clear area.

Mirrari shivers despite her coat and smiles at the telgar lad, "Well we're all friends, aren't we?" she asks cuddling into her coat.

Lillian takes the profered skin with a smile of gratitude. At the bronzerider's words a crooked half smile tugs at her lips. "Old? You do not appear so old to me." Selandra recieves a warm smile and nod of confirmation, "Yes, the red for you."

Yashira eyes the processions of Smiths - with a large box. She absolutely beams, hustling closer.

Jorinn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Jorinn has arrived.

Ryklin smiles, pulling off an overjacket to hand to Mirrari. "Here girl, can't have you freezing." and then just for good measure he adds. "Who else would fix my clothes otherwise."

Talbak sighs, nodding to Annik, "Always seems to be me," he says, "Should of been a chemist..." He adds, grinnning and proceding to a clear area, starting to set up the fireworks.

"Maybe not *that* old," K'ran allows, but then his eyes've caught on that box the Smiths are conveying. "Oh, oh, *excellent*. Lillian, will you stay for this? There's to be fireworks--" and then he peels back off into the crowd, momentarily.

Fairuzah looks to Conn with equal charmed amusement reflected in their depths, color flashing now amber, now green. "Indeed!" she laughs richly, openly, her head back slightly to send the riotous tumble of russet curls off her shoulders. With a nod of thanks, Faira agrees to the wine-cup. "I'd something warming, if you please Conn. If they have not, then a chilled white will do," her lyrical voice decides with the skill of a proper Hold-bred Lady.

Talbak drops the box of fireworks to the floor a little carelessly, then kneels down and starts securing the wooden box to the floor.

Taria nods at Talbak. "Oh you know, same old, same old. Hot well you know, wet."

Nimiriel, seemingly out of the blue, gives Tarien a *Look*. "*No.* Don't you even think about it."

Annik keeps a close eye on Talbak and few other apprentices as they set up.

Desh lingers near the entrance of the Smithcraft Tent, folding his arms over his chest after checking to see that there are enough other apprentices helping Talbak.

Lillian grins at K'ran question, nodding her head in acceptance. "Yes, I wouldn't miss it. Though I should get some mulled wine or I shall become yet another ice sculpture." Taking the oportunity of K'ran momentary departure, the young woman quickly finds herself a mug of the warmed spiced beverage.

Talbak glances at Annik and grins, standing, "Ok...hopefully the weyr doesnt' get destroyed..." He says, grinning. "And if it does - I didn't do it..."

"My pleasure!" Conn assures Fairuzah. He seeks out a winecrafter, returning a moment later with mulled wine for each of them. "Now you get to relax and enjoy the Gather, I hope?"

Kuroyi takes a step away from Talbak when the fireworks hit the ground rather roughly. "Be careful," he warns.

Mirrari laughs and shakes her head, "I'm fine, although I think I may head to the hot springs to defrost - I didn't think it would be quite so cold."

Taria slips back inside the tent to fetch something the others have forgotten.

Harolf covers his mouth with his hand, coughing into it. The handyman's wearing a shade of lovely blush -- not from the chill in the air. "Th-thank you." The words voice are muffled by his hand. When he finally straightens his arm, and his hand retreats to Harolf's side, the young Telgari's wearing the quintessential bashful goofy grin. He looks at the young goldrider for a moment, not daring to meet her eyes, then with a steadying glance at his icy half-a-horse, he travels the short distance to her, hands busy with fidgeting. "So, ehm..." He finally settles his eyes on Tarien. "Is there some kind of protocol I should observe? No knives... I hope... right?" He offers a mild smile as he steals a quick look toward Nimiriel.

Taria heads into the SmithCraft Tent.

Taria has left.

Jaiya comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Jaiya has arrived.

Jorinn walks in, glancing through the mass of people. His eyes note the presence of Fairuzah, and he waves toward her, as he wanders around the sculptures, grinning at some of them.

Mita walks here from the north.

Mita has arrived.

Talbak nods, walking closer to Annik, "I'll tell them to start on your command, Master..." He says, smiling.

Nodding thankfully, her lips delicately sipping the mulled wine, Fairuzah certainly hopes so. "Goodness, after the thrill-ride a'dragonback, the work on the ice sculpture," she cannot help but shudder a touch at its mention, "and then warm bubblies in their wee bellies, they will all probably drift right off to sleep. Perhaps they could wake from their nap just in time to see the fireworks," she supposes with a kindly smile. "and I first would wish to peruse the Smithcraft tent. Would you, the honor, of escorting me?" she holds out an arm for Conn to take.

K'ran returns to the bowl with two children in tow: the older of the two, a girl, is still probably a few Turns shy of ten, though she's tall for her age; the other, a boy, is younger by a Turn at most. Both have K'ran's coloring, though only the girl has his eyes. He steers both toward a decent vantage point near Indrath, and wraps both together in a blanket against the evening chill. "Now, watch for the lights in the sky, alright? And Rani, wave to Nimiriel, and aunt Tarien."

Yashira clasps her hands together, tucking them under her chin as she grins with anticipation.

Fairuzah lifts a hand to her aquaintance Jorinn, pleased that the fellow could arrive at the festival after all.

Annik nods back at Talbak. "I'll let you know when to begin."

Jaiya escapes the woodsmith tent, again. This time she carries with her a slate, just in case. She fastens her winter coat as she looks around, peering at the crowds.

Ryklin shrugs. "If you're sure." a searching look at Mirrari to confirm that before he shrugs the jacket back on, and notes "It's definitely a little colder than Igen." with a rueful grin.

Talbak nods, standing by Annik, looking around, "Had an enjoyable day, master?" He asks, grinning.

Nimiriel remarks absently, "I thought it was only the greenriders who carried knives. Ah, hello, Rani dear. How's your mum?"

"No knives," Tarien assures Harolf, after an amused glance Nimiriel's way. "In point of fact, I don't even *have* a knife, so that'd make it doubly difficult for me to use one. A whip, on the other hand..." She trails off, then laughs and adds, "But you're safe from that, too, I promise. And no real protocol, either, just... a kiss."

Annik smiles as she replies, "Yes, I'd say so. These events are always a nice break. And how 'bout your day?"

Conn takes Fairuzah's arm gracefully, turning towards the Smithcraft Tent. "If you allow me the honor, none could be more eager to take it! Aside from the sheer joy of escorting a lovely lady, I can trust you to defend me if that child tries to devour me again!"

K'ran, once both children are situated -- and indeed Rani does throw a bright wave toward Nimiriel and Tarien; "She's fine, ma'am, she was taking care of Brian today -- straightens, clears his throat, and does his best to project. "Can I have everybody's attention for just a moment?"

Desh spots Jaiya and tosses up an arm to wave, perhaps uselessly. He opts to make his way toward her, instead.

Harolf looks relieved -- at least until the mention of any sort of whip. As requested, he squares himself to K'ran, smirking at Tarrik and continuing with half a wave to the boy.

A rosy blush and a silver laugh are Conn's rewards for so flattering a tongue, as Fairuzah lifts one slender hand to comb back her thick, luxuriant mane of russet curls. "You should find a fine lady upon whom to heap your gifts, Journeyman Conn," the lass tells he-of-the-perfect-hairstyle. "And should any child come 'round with a hunger in his belly for you, rest assured I shall send them to bed -without- supper!" Her amber-green gaze glances to the Smiths. "Oh, goodness! A fire-works show .. perhaps we should linger a moment outside?"

Yashira pries her attention off the fireworks and looks tward K'ran.

Talbak smiles at Annik, "My day has been good - I had the night watch in the tent, so not much happened, but I spent the morning in the work tent - so it's been good."

Lillian has shoved her sleeves back up her arms so she can wrap her hands around the slightly steaming mug of mulled wine. Through the tiny wisps of aromatic steam, Lillian watches the now returned K'ran.

Selandra cradles the skin of red carefully, stepping back to look around, frowning sadly as her weyrmate is nowhere to be found, shrugging she lets the thought go, and looks about for a decent spot to settle and watch the display.

Annik nods at Talbak and turns her attention to K'ran to listen.

Above, The spring air feels a bit nippy.

"We are priviledged," K'ran calls, "to have the Smithcraft here with us, today. They'll be putting on a display of pyro-- pyrotechnics?" He glances to Annik, to be certain he's pronounced the word properly. "Fireworks. Now that it's dark enough. Afterwards, there'll be food and wine and klah indoors, for everybody; and before we get started, I'd just like to thank you all, on behalf of the weyr, for turning up tonight." And with *that* said, he flashes Annik a smile and a nod, and makes to crouch by Tarrik and Rani; the former's waving brightly to Harolf, while the latter is watching Tarien intently.

Jorinn stands for quite a long duration, studying the Icy Istan Idol Sculpture. His eyes dart from color to color, trying to figure out what was used to make such a beautiful scene come alive. His arms are crossed on his chest, but he has pulled his right hand out, leaving his arms half-crossed. He taps his chin with his free hand as he wanders around the sculpture.

Kuroyi curiously looks around the crowd.

Conn chuckles softly. "It keeps all the other men on their toes. If I were tied down, they wouldn't have to worry. Yes, let's remain - I'm anxious to see if the Smiths' arts can produce anything to rival the lights in your eyes."

Jaiya does, indeed, see little in the growing darkness, until Desh gets a little closer, then she waves at her new friend, beckoning him closer, unclear of his destination.

Fairuzah makes a mock gasp at the sheer audacity of Conn and his ego - then again, who can blame the lad, he is prettier than any woman in the weyr at the moment. "So I see," her dry reply works from the corner of her mouth, the copper-tressed lass hiding her laugher in a long draught of the mulled wine. "You are truly .. truly a Harper after all, Conn," she murmurs.

Desh makes his way over to Jaiya, lips quirking a little at the corners. He murmurs a greeting to her and stands beside her.

Annik grins widely as she nods back to K'ran. "On behalf of the Smithcraft," she says to the crowd, "we are honored to be able to do these fireworks for you all, and for Telgar Weyr, which has always kept us safe." She nods to Talbak, signaling for the show to start.

Tarien applauds at K'ran's words, but not before waving and blowing a kiss to Rani. "Hi, sweetheart. Want me to come watch with you?" After the question's asked, her gaze turns next to the Smiths, the smile that lights her eyes now one of anticipation.

Lillian's green eyes dart around, flashing from person to person as they await the start of the fireworks. Eventually they come to rest on the ice sculptures and Jorinn who stand pondering her and Marus' work. Catching her lower lip momentarily between bright even teeth she makes her way through the croud to his side. "Is something the matter sir?" she asks quietly.

Kuroyi nods agreement with Annik, grinning as he looks around the crownd of Telgari. "Enjoy," he murmurs softly.

That offer brightens Rani's intense expression, and the girl nods exuberantly -- though she's shifting her attention to the sky at a good-natured poke from K'ran. "Think they'd both love it, Tarien," says the bronzerider; even Tarrik, who's still goggling eyes over at Harolf, and laughing.

Talbak draws in his breath and bellows loudly, supprising for his size, in the direction of the fireworks, "Start the show!" He grins at Annik, "Now!"

A young apprentice creeps towards the box of fireworks and lights one of the fuses. Then moves back to the position she was at before and looking up.

There's a loud pop and a rocket shoots into the sky, leaving a trail of reddish dust.

Another bang in the sky, and a large arc of red appears, eventually fading as it falls.

Conn smiles and makes his confession. "I've never claimed otherwise. I am a terrible, terrible rascal. But look, the fireworks!"

Mirrari smiles at Ryklin and nods, "Aye, I'm sure.. but these fireworks are certainly nice, aren't they?" she asks, her ehad turned skywards, then she heads back into the living caverns.

Mirrari walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

Mirrari has left.

Jaiya wipes imaginary sweat from her forehead in response to Desh's question. Before she can add words to her answer, the display begins above, and she's genuinely interested, turning her gaze skywards with an appreciative "Ooooh!"

Talbak groans, "Dissapointing start..." he murmers to himself, swallowing some klah to settle his throat.

Desh is just as distracted from conversation as Jaiya; he tilts his chin up, watching the sky cheerfully.

Fairuzah applauds the fascinating streamers and blossoms of color and light, giving a small coo of surprise and pleasure. "Oh my! How fascinating! I wonder however they are able to do that!" the Holder lass murmurs to Conn. "Almost as bold and brash as your scoundrelous nature."

Jorinn is studying so intently, that he hadn't noticed Lillian's approach, and is somewhat startled by her words. He looks over to her, and responds, "No. Its just that... It's so colorful. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. How was it done?" he asks.

Conn replies easily, "Can there be any complaints about being bold and brash if it leads to treasures so lovely? I have none"

Harolf makes a quick silly face at Tarrik -- at least until he looks to the sky like everyone else. Even his own attention is arrested by the streaks of color painted across the darkened sky. He steals a look at Tarien, a wide grin fairly plastered on his simple face: yes, life's pretty good right now.

Yashira watches raptly, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

An apprentice creeps towards the box, a small lit stick in his hand. He carefully lights the fuse then turns and walks away, not looking back at the display.

A loud bang and around six rockets shoot into the air, all going straight up, at various speeds, and leaving different coloured trails.

The fireworks explode in bright flashes, over a small span of time. Creating a rainbow effect in the sky with the arcs of red, blue, green, yellow, purple and indigo. After a few seconds the light fades from the sky.

"Come watch with us, Harolf?" Tarien asks, nodding toward Tarrik, Rani, and K'ran, and holding a hand out to him. "I did promise Rani I'd sit with her."

Kuroyi whistles, "That one was a good one," he comments at large, craning his neck up to look at the sky.

"Whoa!" cries K'ran, after that second set of rockets; even Indrath's roused from somnolence, and fixes eyes spun to turquoise on the brilliance above. Tarrik's finally moved to pull his attention away from Harolf, and clap wildly for the explosion, and even usually-precocious Rani's inspired to *laugh* at the top of her lungs.

While still paying attention to Lillian, Jorinn's main focus has been turned from the sculpture to the fireworks.

Fairuzah gives a great sigh of pleasure, her applause louder in appreciation for the beautiful shimmering swaths of color that dance in the sky. "Oh my goodness!" she breathes, her amber-grren eyes shining widely. "Exelent work, Smithcraft!" her lyrical lilt calls over to the shy apprentice lad lighting the fireworks. "Tut, tut, now," the russet-tressed lass chides Conn with a slender finger tapping his chest. "You mustn't cast all your pretty jewels before a lady's feet at once. One might think you desperate," she cheerfully plays.

Lillian smiles, occasionally looking up at the sky with the other observers. "After we finished carving we used some various items I had with me to imbue the color. I didn't have a chance to leave them behind, so we put them to good use." She points to the various colors, "I used various barks, roots, leaves, even berries that I had with me."

Jaiya watches, and appropriate syllables come out of her mouth, like "oooh" and "hey" and "wow". In a pause, she leans her head over to murmer her own question to Desh.

Jaiya mutters to Desh, "So did... these, smithcrafter?"

Annik looks from the launch site up to sky, smiling softly.

Harolf takes the proffered hand. "Of course, thanks," he murmurs in reply. He appears to be having a hard time deciding just where to keep his eyes any given moment. "Amazing," he murmurs under his breath. "Beautiful."

Desh laughs a little, shaking his head as he watches the fireworks shimmer against the night sky. He murmurs a reply to Jaiya

Taria emerges from the SmithCraft Tent.

Taria has arrived.

Jorinn smiles at Lillian, "Well, it turned out beautiful," he reiterates, and continues to watch the skies.

Talbak smiles, watching the firework, he sees Taria emmerge from the tent and smiles at her, "Hey, Taria...you missed two." He says.

Ryklin grins. "Are they?" idly, in response to Mirrari. He waits a few moments after she leaves, and casually moves inside.

Ryklin walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

Ryklin has left.

Lillian smiles brightly, "I'm glad you enjoy it." She then slips back into the croud so she can clearly see the arial display.

Conn's eyes drink in the spectacle as much as anyone, though his free hand taps against his leg at the same time. Undoubtedly already working out rhymes and rhythms. "Ah," he replies to Fairuzah with a smile, "I've not even begun to sample my jewels for you. With yourself as the subject, I could spin compliments for the rest of the evening and never pause for thought"

Annik gestures for the apprentices to light the next one.

Taria comes back out with an armload of bits. "I did, oh shards." she sighs. "This one had rolled under the chest." shequietly, slipping back to join the contingent of smiths gathered.

The apprentice moves back to the fireworks, doing the 'eeny meeny miny mo' thing to decide on a set to light. He eventually picks one and then steps back, looking up into the sky.

The fireworks shoot up into the sky with a soft pop, lighting lines across the sky in greens and reds. They fade away after a moment, leaving a faint line in the sky that also fades away after a bit.

Talbak nods to Taria, smiling, going to stand beside her, "So...why were you called back to the hall the other day?" He asks.

Jaiya continues to watch, and is totally startled by the junior apprentice that grabs her arm. Apparently she's needed. She doesn't conceal her heavy sigh, and murmers quickly to Desh before hurrying back into the tent.

Attention split between where she's going and the night sky above, Tarien eventually makes her way over to K'ran and his children. "Here we are," she adds, though unnecessarily, as she sits down -- and rather quickly leans back on her hands. "Wow, this is really beautiful..."

Jaiya mutters to Desh, "... really... catch you..."

Desh waves to Jaiya as she goes.

Jaiya goes into the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Jaiya has left.

Taria looks at Talbak, with a you're not going to start on about that again righ t now are you look, and tactfully leaves it at that.

Indrath's entranced, now, by this manmade thunder and choreographed clash of colors -- so much that his lifemate can't quite supress the shiver that thrills through him, and thus K'ran's reaching a hand back for the familiar warmth of darkling hide. Rani's emerging from beneath the blanket to edge closer to Tarien, and Tarrik's hesitantly offering the abandoned space to Tarien and Harolf even as he watches the skies expectantly.

Decarath adjusts his wings, watching with detached interest as the colours whirl across the sky. He rumbles quietly.

Gathering the rich russet folds of her woolen gown, Fairuzah finds an outcropping upon which to lightly rest, so she might better observe the spectacular imagery of the Smith's fire-works. "And if you labor so all through the evening to the dawn's morning light, what then would you possibly have to say afterwards? Your voice would be a thin reed, easily snapped," the lass' slender hands gesture to the Journeyman Harper Conn, first opened, then clapping shut. "You would be blown away by the morning breeze, an empty shell of a thing. To say nothing that your hair would be quite mussed."

Talbak grins at Taria and nods, glancing around again.

Annik watches the light fade, again turning towards the apprentices with a nod.

Conn grins at her teasing - truly caught, as can be seen by the hand that goes to his hair just in case it's gone awry. "Well, that would be a horrible fate, wouldn't it? You could prevent it, you know. Honor me with a dance and I'll be too astounded by my luck to speak"

Lillian finds herself an unoccupied rock and settles herself on it to watch the rest of the fireworks display. Hards stay locked about the warm mug of mulled wine, as if it were a life libe.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal, riding burnished bronze Pteynth, backwings to a clean landing and settles, replacing Tadara's steely blue Agrarth on watchrider duty.

A burly looking apprentice moves towards the set of fireworks and lights one carelessly, turning around and not noticing that his carelessness has made him light more fireworks than he intended too.

A large number of bangs and booms light up the area around the box, as fireworks fly into the air. The leave trails of many different colours.

The coloured trails slowly lower to the ground and fade away into the sky.

Selandra is watching the fireworks intently, when the word 'dance' drifts across her hearing. Eyes dart earthward as she seeks the source of the comment.

At that ground-level mishap, K'ran's halfway to his feet and ready to wrestle Rani and Tarrik -- and even Tarien and Harolf -- away before it becomes clear that the explosion's not going anywhere. "Wow," he says; Indrath's proffering a vaguely dissatisfied snort, but still lingering those sapphrine eyes on the sky.

"With such a humble entreaty as that, how could I resist?" Fairuzah laughs richly, her voice a silver chime cutting through the errant buzz and murmur of the crowd. "A dance it shall be - which songs please you most, Journeyman Conn?" the russet-haired lass requests with a merry wink of her amber eyes. "Now that I have amazed you to speechlessness, you might well save that pretty tongue and pretty speech for another day, to enjoy. Anticipation," she leans in to murmur lightly, "sweetens the cake so much more, do you not agree?"

Annik shakes her head, though nearly imperceptibly, and shoots a stern look to the careless apprentice. She nods for the next one to go ahead.

The apprentice creeps up towards the fireworks and lights one of the fuses, then moves back to a safe distance, covering his ears and looking up into the sky as the fuse burns down.

The fuse reaches its end and there is a series of very, very loud bangs, a lot louder than any of the previous fireworks. A dozen rockets shoot into the air, going higher and higher, leaving trails of beautiful colours behind them.

After a few seconds of gaining altitude the rockets explode, leaving coloured circles in the sky. For a few moment the different colours light the sky, before burning out and disappearing from view.

Conn, distracted by Fairuzah's laughter, is startled by the bangs. He turns back to watch the display as he challenges Fairuzah. "I'm quite partial to the toss-dances myself, if you feel up to it?"

Yashira remains still and silent, hands clasped together. Perhaps not /so/ still, though... she is wriggling a bit.

Lillian smiles up at the sky from the rock upon which she sits, hands wrapped about warm beverage. Though she does not ooo and ahhh, her green eyes widen preceptively at each new bang.

Fairuzah holds her arms aloft, the smooth woolen fabric draping her body beautifully. "A toss dance it shall be!" she declares with a soft smile, her hands and fingers working gracefully as for a moment the russet-tressed lass dances in place. "After dinner, perhaps .. a light meal, I should think," her errant humor warms the depths of her green-gold eyes as Faira looks to Conn.

Harolf drops into a crouch, then sits near Tarien. "Very much," he agrees. He's still grinning -- an involuntary reaction really -- just as involuntary as the grateful sound of appreciation as each firework sacrifices itself in the dark canopy of the sky. As a number of them shoot off the ground -- inadvertantly -- the handyman's attention flickers to K'ran, and then he whispers, "See all that, Tarrik?" as the danger flies overhead.

Annik waits until the sky is dark again, with only puffs of smoke drifting by, before nodding for the next one.

The apprentice, looking a little bored now, moves towards the set of fireworks and lights another one, then turns and moves back to his place.

The rockets fire into the air, soaring higher it seems by the sound as they don't leave much of a trail.

After a few tense moments the fireworks explode into large circles of a golden yellow, fading slowly.

Fairuzah applauds from her rocky perch! "Well done, indeed!!" the lass cheers, smiling brightly for the Smithcraft.

Kuroyi sighs, grinning with his eyes turned skyward.

Abrieth lumbers here from the north.

Abrieth has arrived.

Annik grins as she watches the faces of the crowd.

Conn joins in the applause, standing by Fairuzah's perch. "An excellent idea - I see your beauty is matched by your wisdom! I'm afraid, however, that I must now be deprived of both - I need to go arrange the rota for the Harpers, else there'll be no dancing at all. I'll rejoin you later on?"

Talbak smiles and watches the firework, glancing at Annik, "We've some real good chemists..." He murmers.

Kuroyi nods, "Indeed we do. I guess the smells from the labs aren't all for naught."

Tarrik's nodding, beaming, laughing, and indeed *shrieking* in unadulterated joy as each successive explosion lights the sky. Rani's a bit more reserved, and K'ran mentions to Harolf, "Hope they don't ask you to help clean up afterwards," with mirth in his tone.

Taria grins at Talbak and subtly corrects him "We have good pyrotechnists."

Talbak grins at Taria, "You just use long words to sound clever," he teases, "And it works."

Annik chuckles as she watches the sky. "Of course we do." She signals for the next to go.

Taria laughs. "You'd better believe it. It might just happen to be true."

Jorinn has acquired a mug of warm cider, and sips on it, while using it to keep his hands warm. He gazes skyward, and occasionaly glancing about at the crowd.

Yashira is nearly squirming now. An exhasperated resident says, "Just go to the privy, Yashira!" but the brownrider shakes her head. "Uh huh. Can't miss this. Fireworks."

Fairuzah gestures towards the Harpers. "Farewell, Harper Conn," she smiles blushingly. "Perhaps if you are lucky, you may even recieve a -second- dance!" And with that, she laughingly slips from the rock, her long russet skirts flowing behind her as she strides away with a purpose, soon lost in the standing, milling crowd.

Conn walks north.

Conn has left.

The apprentice this time moves quickly, lighting the fuse and then returning to his or her friends.

The firework fuse burns and the firework seems to leap into the air, going in an arc high over the ground and leaving a golden line across the sky, which stays there for a few moments.

As the sparks fade there is some murmuring around a few of the apprentices, who feel they were cheated on the firework.

Fairuzah looks back to her littles, all of whom have had a short nap, and are actually -now- eating their bubbly prizes with gleeful sloppishness. Sighing ruefully, the copper-haired lass is well pleased to see the pair of nannies also taking things under competent hand, ensuring that no-one spoils their Gather finery.

Jaiya comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Jaiya has arrived.

Annik just chuckles and signals for the next.

An apprentice who hasn't lit one before now steps up to the fireworks set, moving slowly and taking the lighter off the apprentice who lit the last one. She bends down and lights it then looks up. "Get out the way," calls one of her fellow apprentices and she quickly moves, not taking her eyes off the sky.

The fuse reaches its end and a small pop can be heard by those sitting nearby. Three rockets fly into the air, leaving trails of green, blue and gold in the sky.

After a moment the rockets explode, mixing the three colours for a moment before the wind carries away the fireworks and it fades away.

"Me too," Harolf answers with a mock serious air, the momentary act tempering his own boyish joy. "There's more fancy clothes to see and some dancing... can't miss that for clean up. It'll all still be there tomorrow -- maybe under a foot of snow, I suppose, but there none the less."

Kuroyi sighs happily, watching the fireworks. "I forgot how pretty they were."

Jaiya comes hurrying back out, and makes her way back towards Desh. "You wouldn't believe how weird it sounds in the tent!" she says, half complaint, half awe. "I thought I'd miss them all!"

Desh laughs at that, nodding to Jaiya. "They are rather noisy - if you can't see them, you miss what's good about them."

Talbak watches the firework and grins, glancing around, "That was a good one..." He says to Taria.

K'ran can do little else but marvel, little else but shake his head.

"Magnificent," he breathes, and Indrath's agreeing with this assessment along a soft and awestruck rumble. Rani whispers, "Wish mum were here," in a tone that's only a little bit disappointed, and she reaches for Tarien's hand, while Tarrik's telling Harolf, "I really liked your runner," in an aside.

Nimiriel leans back against the trailing edge of the staircase leading up to her weyr, with a distant smile as she watches the fireworks above.

Residents start edging away from Yashira, who is still wriggling. One little child murmurs, "She's gonna blow..."

Above, The spring air is cold. The wind lessens until it's only a light breeze that blows through the bowl.

Fairuzah heads into the SmithCraft Tent.

Fairuzah has left.

Taria nods. "Yes, it was." she adds with a grin, and then shivers slightly as the wind picks up. "Excuse me, I think I left my klah inside the tent."

Annik smiles as she turns her face from the sky. She doesn't even have to signal now.

Taria heads into the SmithCraft Tent.

Taria has left.

A small apprentice quickly darts up to the fuses, lighting what looks to be several at once, then she hurries back to a safe spot.

Many points of light shoot up into the sky in quick succession, and they seem to hang there silently until...

Kuroyi says "Oo the grand finale," as he looks up intently at the sky. "Should be pretty spectactular..""

Silver> Taria slips inside, starting to reach for her mug of klah, abandoned in her earlier hunt. Catching a sudden movement she grins. "You okay over there? don't need help with anything do you ma'am?"

The first one explodes, white light expanding outward. Two more follow, blue in color, while a second later, a multi-colored green and purple shower of sparks spreads out among the darkness. There is barely time for these colors to fade when a tremendous BOOM sounds, and one last glittering explosion can be seen, trickling down like a waterfall.

Harolf musses Tarrik's hair, good naturedly. "I'm glad," he says. "I've got a little wooden model back in my workshop. Do you..." He stops talking as several of the fireworks loft... "Watch this." He points into the sky for the boy, his mouth gaping open in awe.

The colors fade slowly, seeming to flicker as they drop from the sky and disappear.

Jaiya seems to have restocked her supply of appropriate syllables while in the tent. "ooh!" "Ah!" "ohhhh!" and a collection of three, all together, "Look at that!"

Desh raises his hands to applaud. "That got a full sentence!" he teases.

Annik watches this one eagerly, a big grin on her face.

Selandra gives a soft sigh, breath expelled t her unvoiced appreciation of the display. "Beautiful."

Talbak smiles and watches the finale, "Shall I help them collect the fuses, Master?" He asks, applauding with the rest.

Lillian does gives a small gasp as the finale lights up the night sky over Telgar. Setting down her mug, Lillian joins in the other applause from those around her.

"Is that all?" Yashira inquires, with some urgency.

Nimiriel watches, awestruck, as the fireworks reach their finale. "Faranth, that's...wow." A moment later, though, she looks almost disappointed at realizing that there *are* no more. She gets to her feet, weaves her way through to the Smiths, and grins at Annik. "Master Annik. That was...most impressive. Thank you."

K'ran's already applauding, and Rani and Tarrik following suit, by the time those colors have begun to fade, and cheering loudly. Indrath's joining in, calling brightly into the night in a salute; and Tarrik turns 'round, and informs Harolf, "You were right!"

Selandra blinks in the dark. "Shells, where'd the time go to?"

Since the smith beside her is applauding, Jaiya applauds too. Trust a smith to know, for sure, that it's over. Her slightly insolent laughter rings out at his gentle tease, and she responds, "That was worth a sentence!" When the applauding quiets a little, she asks, "So do you smithies just hang round the hall at nights, blowing off fireworks for fun?"

Jorinn applauds with the others, and seeing an opportunity, walks over to Fairuzah, "I think I should be heading back now," he says to her, "I feel like I've been away for too long, since I seemed to have lost track of time."

Annik nods to Talbak. "Yes, if you would." She turns to face Nimiriel with a smile. "We were very glad to do it," she replies. "It was our pleasure to put on a show here."

Kuroyi nods, to the question, "Yep, that's it. All finished. Very good show."

Talbak nods to Annik then walks over to help the other apprentices collect fuses and things.

Harolf nods enthuastically, clapping along with everyone. "Even I get lucky sometimes," he tells Tarrik earnestly, with a self-deprecating smile. "Anyway. I've got a little model of my sculpture in my workshop. Do you want it?"

Talbak picks up the box of fireworks and carries them carefully.

Yashira's head bobs, and she heads immediately - and quickly, for someone to round - back to the Weyr.

Yashira walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

Yashira has left.

Kuroyi chuckles as the pregnant rider makes a run for it. "We're prolly lucky there wasn't a wet spot where she stood," he comments to the apprentice next to him.

Lillian spots the arrival of T'reb and bronze Vladeth. Handing her mug to a passing drudge, Lillian gets to her feet and heads over to the clearing and the waiting rider. Wine skin slung over her shoulder she quickly mounts. With one last glance over the gathering, the IStan Bronze lifts off and soon dissapears between.

Desh snickers at Jaiya, ceasing to applaud. He glances toward the smithcraft tent. "Hmmn. Wonder if I should head back in there."

Tarrik's momentarily flummoxed at the offer, and looks to his father for an answer to the question. "Oh, Harolf," says K'ran. "We couldn't. That's something you ought to hang onto; but leastways come inside with us, and have something to eat and drink?" He pitches his voice louder. "Everyone's invited, of course."

Silver> Fairuzah is perusing the fascinating displays of Smith-work, lips pursed as her hands are clasped at her waist. "Indeed, I would like to peruse some jewelry perhaps?" the russet-tressed assistant headwoman inquires of Taria.

Talbak returns to Annik, a box of rubbish under his arms from reminence of the fireworks. "Good show, Master Annik." he says, smiling.

Silver> Taria's eyes light up at the mention of jewellery. "Oh, anything in particular ma'am - you've definitely come to the right place for that."

Jaiya glances back at her own tent. "I've been in and out of that tent all day," she complains mildly. "Have you smiths been busy?"

Riane walks north.

Riane has left.

Silver> With a blushing smile, Faira spares a moment to confide with Taria, recognizing that perhaps the other lass also enjoys creating the beautiful works of metal, enamel, and jewels, as much as Faira enjoys looking at each lovely hand-wrought piece and admiring the effort that goes into making them. "To tell the truth, I do not have a preference .. have you created anything yourself?" she asks kindly. "I should like to see that work, if it is present this evening."

Desh waves his hand in the air. "Relatively," he informs Jaiya. "I have only worked the tent once before, at the last Harper Gather."

Selandra pases around a few words of leavetaking and thanks to the Telgari riders, and strolls carefully over to where her green is waiting.

Annik grins, nodding in agreement with Talbak. "It certainly was." Picking out the Smith apprentices in the crowd, she says, "You're all welcome to go eat, or go into the tent, or hang out here if you want."

Silver> Taria nods cheerfully, modestly replying with "A little." her eyes darting over to the cabinet to find some of her own wares. "I've a sketchbook of some of my work if none of these appeal." she notes softly.

Desh nods to Annik to indicate he's heard her.

Jaiya peers around in the darkness. "Is Kuroyi here, too?" she asks Desh. "I should talk to him, sometime, about the stuff I made him."

Jorinn heads into the Smithcraft Portable Workshop.

Jorinn has left.

Kuroyi nods as well, "I think I'll go get in some tent time, it's my turn with the glass goods.." He hears his name mentioned and looks around for the source.

Talbak nods to Annik, looking around, but keeping quiet, the box of rubbish still under his arm...

Jorinn leaves the Smithcraft Portable Workshop.

Jorinn has arrived.

Silver> Fairuzah is glad to examine all that Taria shows her from the cabinet, or the sketchbook. "I've also business to attend to for Tillek Hold," she reveals several trade-chits, the sort used for larger purchases between socio-economic entities rather than individual commerce. "I need to also examine knives for the kitchen, both for cutting and preparing meats; and also for smaller work," Faira muses a moment. "Cooking pans and pots, yes, and cutlery for dining. But that may wait a moment," the assistant headwoman murmurs, amber gaze gleaming at the jewelry that is a soft spot for Faira.

Jorinn goes into the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Jorinn has left.

Desh's head bobs. "I saw him earlier. We can look, if you like."

Jorinn comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.

Jorinn has arrived.

Harolf ruffles Tarrik's hair again, then turns to make the walk to the warmth of the Weyr's living cavern. "Well, maybe for your Turnday, then," he murmurs to the boy and his father, with a quick affable laugh.

Jorinn heads into the SmithCraft Tent.

Jorinn has left.

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You slip into the SmithCraft Tent to have a look around.

Taria nods. "I've done some personal blades as well. But would you like a matched set of jewellery, or individual pieces?"

Taria adds. "And if my own work doesn't suit, there are pieces that the other smiths would be more than happy to craft for you as well."

Fairuzah is dictating from a mental list all that she requires for her Hold, and also some lovely jewelry for simply herself; her expression is mild, enjoying the professional and fine service from Taria, amber eyes aglow with the thought of a pretty or a bauble.

Jorinn finds Fairuzah, and walks over to her, "I think I should be heading back now," he says to her, "I feel like I've been away for too long, since I seem to have lost track of time."

"Individual pieces, if you please," Faira nods, pausing to smile and becon Jorinn closer if he wishes.

Taria nods, as her sketchbook falls open randomly at a page of sketched designs. Her fingers trace one with a fond smile. "This one's one T'jas commissioned from me last turn. It's one of my personal favourites." she notes, showing the customer.

This brooch might sit well across the lapel of a collar, or fastening a cloak together so it sits about someones neck. It's not large, scarcely bigger than a man's thumb, but it has a dainty edge to it imbued in part by the pale colouration that glitters across it's heart. The sinuous green dragon worked on the broochis outlined with thin bands of a dark metal - possibly lead - inset with enameland layered over with a thick varnish which both serves to protect the image and give it a smooth polished surface. Highlights of pale icy-green gleam underneath this, glacial undertones to echo at the vestiges of winter, marbled traceriesof teal frost radiating across furled wingsails and cracking into deeper undertones, hinted at beneath the starbursts of white jade. Around this the fine band of metal has been tooled to give it a abstract swirling script.

Fairuzah gasps, "That is absolutely lovely! I cannot even imagine how that might be made!" she exclaims with honest admiration to Taria, her amber eyes drinking in the piece for long moments. "What a fine piece to give to a rider! But," her slender finger taps her lips, as she rustles in her russet woolen gown, "I must admit a fondness for gems. Have you any gem settings in your work?" she asks.

Taria nods. "We have to commission the gems from the miners, but our glasssmiths do some very fine replica's to show off the settings."

Jorinn forgets himself for a while, and finds himself staring at the small brooch.

Taria flicks through a few pages and finds another "I'm afraid the hide doesn't do it justice in terms of the gems placed in it, but is this more what you were thinking ma'am?" and she shows Fairuzah another piece:

This tiny shard of metal is no bigger than the handwidth of a small child. Filaments of silver have been worked and refined into a complex masterpiece. It looks like a simple latticework crafted in metal, and yet each filament of the wave snakes and twists elegantly into the next until it resembles a tiny oriental screen. At the edge of the piece the metal thickens into a smoothed border. At intervals along this tiny points writhe and dart into the inside. Each of these culminates in a tiny rose-bud, or a jagged looking thorn. At the uppermost part of the pendant - for that is what this is - the metal curves into an arched point (above a larger hole - perfect for threading.) Rising up from the base of the piece are the thick, intertwined stems of an established vine. Runners trail out to the left and right to culminate in a flurry of vine leaves. To the right a bunch of dazzling golden grapes gleams orangely in the glow of the setting sun. To the left the tiny bunches gleam with a rich purplish-blue, slightly dusty in the warm sunlight. The stem twirls between these two crossed and interlaced with tiny branches and leaves until it gives onto one perfect leaf. A richly green leaf, branching with tiny veins. But no, wait those veins are the tiny striations of a polished malachite gem.

Fairuzah smiles as Jorinn makes his way over, making room for the lad to also peruse the merchandise. "Have you anyting pre-made?" she asks the Smith, eagerly glancing over the beautiful sketch of the brooch already presented. "And also, is there anything else you happen to like, of your own work? I find that the very best of a Crafter's skill is in his or her favorite pieces."

Fairuzah gasps at the image of this new pendant. "Oh my! That is so lovely! What would you ask for such a piece?" she cannot help but inquire.

Kuroyi comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Kuroyi has arrived.

Desh comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Desh has arrived.

Taria ohs, "Nothing ready straight away, I mean we can prepare rings within a few days, but something like this might take upwards of a week I'm afraid..." she looks at one of the more senior journeymen to guage an appropriate price for such a piece first though.

Jaiya comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Jaiya has arrived.

Jaiya stomps snow off her boots then makes her way over to the glass table, to join Kuroyi. She's got a cloth-wrapped bundle. "Shards," she says, "I'm gonna break something."

Fairuzah nods, awaiting a possible price for such a beautiful piece. "And I would like a pair of earrings, should you have any, and a necklace?"

Taria nods. "Matching style?"

"You break it, you buy it?" Desh murmurs, sounding faintly amused as he enters the tent with Jaiya.

Kuroyi moves to take a seat at the glass ware table, apologizing to the apprntice he replaces. "Sorry, sorry." To Jaiya, he grins. "You break it you buy it!" he comments with a wink, then laughs as he inadverntatnly echos Desh.

Fairuzah shakes her head for a moment, pausing to laugh lightly at the jest bandied about by some of the Smiths. "Nay, differing styles. I happen to like my jewelry to each be a different piece." Looking across the wonderful wares, the russet-clad lass seems hard-put to have to make a choice.

Taria grins. "Excuse me." she says, as she tosses over a 'Like minds comment at some of her fellow smiths, and then smiles apologetically at her customer. "Silver, gold?"

"Silver," is Faira's ready remark, looking hopefully to Taria.

Annik appears in the back of the tent, probably entering from a 'back door' of sorts. She watches silently, her expression one of pride.

Taria smiles. "It gives a lovely finish." she admits almost as readily. Her sketchbook is opened at a clean sheet and she starts to jot down some notes, and then a quick sketch of a simple design. Almost teardrop shaped, sweeping down from a tiny loop and around about a single tiny central stone setting.

Jaiya looks from Desh to Kuroyi, and says, "You apprentices are well trained." She snitches herself a chair that is intended for those hardworking apprentices who help sell the smith wares. She sets the bundle on her lap, but leans over to look at the wares. "Show me something," she tells Kuroyi. "Imagine that I need to buy a trinket for my lil sister."

Kuroyi looks at the table, selects a lovely little glass catcher with a green firelizard. "What about this?" He asks, holding it up so the light in the room will be used more effectively.

Desh chuckles, stepping over toward the knife display to eye a rather young man who's barely tall enough to see over it. "Can I help you?"

Talbak comes into the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Talbak has arrived.

Talbak steps into the tent, looking around, "Busy?" He asks, grinning.

Jaiya nods, looking at the catcher. "That's pretty. Is it a sit-on-the-shelf kinda thing?"

Jorinn watches as the sketch is made. He still stands near Fairuzah, looking around at the knives, hunting knives in particular.

Kuroyi shakes his head, gesturing at the hole bored into the top of the diamond shaped glass. "No, it's more of a hang up in the window, or a part of the room that gets a lot of light type thing. So that maximum reflection can be achieved, giving the full effect of the piece."

Annik is still hovering in the back of the tent, observing without a word.

Talbak nods to Annik, seeing that the non-smiths in the tent are being served he moves towards the back of the tent, away from some of the noise in the Bowl.

Jaiya considers. "She's living in a weyr, now, so I don't think she has much access to light, there. I want something pretty, that's all hers. She said she feels like a guest in her own home, now. Something sit-on-a-shelfish." She peers at the table.

The young man by the knives stammers at Desh, edging away from the table and scooting toward the exit. Desh quirks an eyebrow, glances down at the knives, counts them, and then nods.

Kuroyi gently replaces the glass catcher, and then lifts up another piece, a delicately blown glass dragon. Bright blue hues filter through the glass surface of it's wings and torso. "Well how bout this lovely piece? Is this more like what you were hoping for?"

Annik grins at Talbak. "It's gotten full in here, not that I'd mind a few more people."

Taria grins at Talbak in response to his question, busy as she is taking a request. Her fingers start flickering across the page again quickly as a second design forms thenext to the firpose nods, and casually suggests 5 to 5 1/2 marks for the pendant, with a chain.

Fairuzah watches Taria closely, eyes curious to take in the sweeping motions of her hands, creating upon parchment the image of a beautiful gem setting. "Oh, I do quite like that!" she smiles to the Smith, her hands clasped at her russet-clad waist.

Fairuzah asks perhaps, five marks instead for the pendant?

Jaiya nods, considering. "That's pretty." And despite her earlier comments about breaking things, she takes it in her hands, with a careful delicate touch, and examines in thoroughly. Then she sets it down. "I'll keep that in mind," she says. "Have anything not draconic? Like, I dunno. You wouldn't happen to have anything in glass that looks watery, would you? Her name's Rain. Like, I dunno. A little waterfall? I don't suppose anyone would make a glass waterfall," she sighs.

Talbak smiles, nodding slowly, "Fireworks always seem to attracts people's attention to us," he says, glancing around.

Jorinn walks over to desh, still looking at the knives, "Mind if I have a look at one of these", he points at a hunting knife.

Annik grins and replies, "Then perhaps we should do them more often. Although, we wouldn't want people to get tired of them."

Kuroyi quickly scans the table, and reluctantly shakes his head. "No, being this is a Weyr, unfortnatly most of the customers like .. well dragon type things, you know? However, I do know of one of the Journeyman glasscrafters, he has a real talent. He didn't have a waterfall made, but he did have a glass spring on a piece of rock.."

Desh nods to Jorinn. "Certainly, sir," he says solemnly, selecting one of the hunting knives, which is sheathed in a simple brown hide sheath with minimal tooling. He presents it to Jorinn. "This one?"

Talbak nods slowly, smiling, "They would end up being annoying after too long," he says, watching the other apprentices, c

A smile creeps onto Jaiya's face. "A spring on a rock might be cool. Let me see it."

Fairuzah leaves the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Fairuzah has left.

Kuroyi frowns slightly, "I'm not sure we have that one actually *here*," he admits. "Let me ask Craftmaster Annik." He looks back toward her, trying to get her attention with wiggling fingers.

Annik notices Kuroyi's gesture and steps over towards him. "Yes?"

Taria smiles. And continues to finish up the commission, before turning to Jorinn - noting that he's being seen to as well.

Jorinn nods, "Yeah, that one," he comments, not wanting to get anything 'too' fancy, since it would probably be well used.

Desh's head bobs. "Certainly. Do take it and draw it; see if you like the blade. I do not hunt, so I am not a very good judge of what makes a fine hunting blade."

Kuroyi coughs slightly, gesturing at Jaiya, "She was interested in some glasswork that looks, well watery. A waterfall, or some such. And I was wondering if Journeyman Emdrien had brought that glass crafted spring bubbling up on rock he made?"

Jaiya looks up at the Craftmaster, her 'I'm a good apprentice' face on. To see what the answer might be.

Annik nods as she recalls what Kuroyi is talking about. "Oh, yeah, I believe he did. It should be in the storage box under the table."

Taria retreats over to teh corner, to sketch up her work better. "Necklae, earrings, cooking pots, knives, utensils, what else was it she said." she murmers under her breath quietly.

Jorinn accepts the knife, and draws back one step, before pulling the blade from the sheath, feeling it in his hand, and looking at the edge. "How much would something like this cost me?" he asks, as he puts the blade back in the sheath, still admiring the simple work on the handle.

Desh rubs his chin a little. "That's a hefty one," he notes. "Three marks."

Talbak looks around again, resting his back against one of the poles of the tent.

Jaiya tells Kuroyi, "I'd like to see it, if it's not too hard to find." Then she finds herself watching the apprentice leaning against a pole, and then looking upwards, for if the tent falls upon her head, she at least wants to enjoy the sight of it coming down.

Kuroyi nods, "Oh yeah.." Reddening a bit, he says, "I should have thought to check there first, sorry ma'am." He gets out of his seat, kneeling down to pull out a box, with varous objects wrapped in hide. He peeks under a few of the hides, and emerges lifting up a bundle, setting it down on the table. "Aha, here it is." Unwrapping the figure carefully, the hide pulled back reveals a swirling rolling piece of glass set in a black rock base. The source of the glass seems to be a thin slice in the rock, making it look as if the rock itself spawns the glass spring.

Annik grins and shakes her head. "That's okay, Kuroyi."

Talbak leaves the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Talbak has left.

Jaiya takes it in her hand, regarding it carefully. "That's pretty," she comments. "Unique, too." She doesn't hesitate for long, and doesn't even ask the price before concluding, "I'll get it. That's perfect."

Kuroyi blinks. "Uh. Great!" He glances at Annik, as if unsure what to do now.

Kuroyi takes a breath. "Well. That will be 2 and a half marks then."

Annik smiles encouragingly at Kuroyi.

Jorinn looks at the simple design again. "Hmmm," he says, "It is quite sturdy." He pulls the blade out slightly again, looking at the edge, "Sharp, too." He puts the knife completely back into its sheath, and says, "OK. 3 Marks," unaware of a possibly inflated price.

Jaiya looks at the object, then at the apprentice, then at the object. "Two and a half marks?" she echoes, putting an incredulous note to her voice. "Flame it," she drawls. "I'll just whittle her something." She sets the delicate trinket down.

Desh's forehead scrunches a little. "Three marks, then," he says, nodding very slowly. "And it's yours."

Taria peers across at Desh, mouthing 'Three marks!" silently.

Kuroyi frowns, darting a glance at Annik, and then puffs his chest out. "It's a good piece! Journeyman made. And look at the quality of the rock, now my fa was a miner, and I can tell you that's a fine piece of rock the spring is coming out of. It's clearly worth at *least* 2 and a half marks."

Annik looks between Jaiya and Kuroyi. With a very calm smile, she comments, "Well, as a fellow crafter, we know how tight marks can get. I suppose we could take off a quarter mark?"

Jaiya snorts. Having worked in her own tent all day, she's been on Kuroyi's end of the deal many a time, but now she's on the other end. "Journeyrank made, sure, but not worth that much! A mark," she counters. She looks up at Craftmaster, puts on a shocked look. "Just a quarter mark?"

Jorinn reaches into his pocket to pull out 4 marks. He takes three of them, and hands them to Desh, with a smile on his face.

Desh takes the marks, depositing them into a safe box behind the display table. "Would you like me to wrap that for you, sir?"

Kuroyi drops his own jaw in shock. "A mark? Why, Journeyman Emdrien would skin me alive if he found out I sold one of his best pieces for a mere mark."

Jorinn looks at him, "No thanks. I guess this here attaches to my belt?" he says, as he looks down, preparing to affix it there.

Desh's head bobs. "That's precisely it, sir." He sounds mildly relieved.

Jaiya nods. "I see," she agrees gamely. "I'd hate for you to be skinned alive. I'm sure you'll find some generous soul who'll pay two and a half marks for it. Maybe that's her, walking in the tent right now."

Annik looks down at the glass spring, tracing along the detailed curves. "This is very fine work, and I can tell you, it's not easy getting this kind of intricacy. It's definitely worth much more than one mark. How much do you think the price could be lowered, Kuroyi?"

Kuroyi bites his lip, staring at the glass piece. "Perhaps a mark and three quarters?" he offers hopefully, glancing at the Craftmaster for approval.

Jorinn remembers that he had intended to go back to Tillek quite a while ago, waves a farewell, and bolts out of the tent, knife sheathed, and still inhand.

Jorinn leaves the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Jorinn has left.

"Thank you," Desh calls. "Please come again!"

Annik says nothing and gives nothing away in her expression. She simply turns to the woodcrafter, to see what she has to say in reply.

Desh swings his gaze over toward Taria, mouthing, 'three marks!'

Taria pauses in her work, looking over to the glass-table to see what the outcome will be now. She emphasizes with the woodsmith, honetly, but it is a good piece even so.

Jaiya jumps in. "A mark and a half and you can tell Journeyman Emdrien you sent it to a very fine home."

Taria grins back at Desh, and shakes her head slightly with the amusement colouring her expression. "Three marks though!" she mouths.

Desh flushes a little, nodding to Taria. He fidgets, re-arranging the knives on the display.

Kuroyi gets a pained expression on his face, "Now see here, when I said a mark and three quarters, I meant that was as low as I could go. And now you want me to take a whole mark off the asking price?" He seems very hurt by her counter offer.

Jaiya is nonplussed. She's pulled that pained look all day, herself. "Yes," she responds. "I do."

Kuroyi sighs, "Fine, done and done." He wraps the delicate piece back up in hide, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

Kuroyi says "A mark and a half it is.""

Annik grins at Jaiya. "There are some fine teachers at your crafthall."

Taria looks up again, itching to ask a question as well.

"It was very good bartering," Desh supplies.

Jaiya produces a small change purse from some mysterious location. "I've always thought so, ma'am," she responds to the Craftmaster. Desh's comment gets a grin. "My thanks," she says, inclining her head. "Twas a good final price," she adds, "Because then I have enough for a small tip for the apprentice." That's something else she learned, in her own tent. The best customers give a tip. A small jangle of marks is dropped into Kuroyi's hand.

Annik turns her grin to Kuroyi. "You did nicely, as well."

Kuroyi grins with pleasure at both the compliment and the tip. "Thank you. And I hope your sister likes the piece," he says, offering it to her.

Jaiya holds it in her hand. "I think she will," she agrees. "I'm going to go wrap it up and put it in a safe place, I'll show you your stuff later, okay?"

"Ooh," Desh murmurs, without thinking, at the appearance of ... The Tip!

Kuroyi nods, "Thanks. I'm gonna go grab some food, all this bartering has made me hungry." Excusing himself, he gets to his feet and heads out after getting an apprentice to take his place.

Jaiya gets to her feet, holding the package and the piece carefully. "Come visit me a little later, if you've time?" she tells Desh.

Desh's head bobs in Jaiya's direction. "Yes, of course."

Jaiya waves and hurries out.

Jaiya leaves the SmithCraft Tent <ST>

Jaiya has left.

Annik smiles and watches Kuroyi go. "That reminds me, I'd like to go see what they have up there." She glances at Desh and Taria. "You two are in charge while I'm gone."

Taria nods. 'Yes ma'am."

Desh inclines his head to Annik. "Certainly."