Boo
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Post by Boo on Dec 19, 2012 18:04:47 GMT -5
Naanell absolutely loved going to auctions. Who knew when they were going to run across a really great bargain!? It was always great to wander through the markets and look for crafting materials but she really, truly loved trying to get the best bargain possible. As it happened, she could see people gathered in the Weyrbowl in this late afternoon haggling with a couple of traders and one merchant hosting an auction. Though it was late afternoon, they had awoken early to complete their chores first as an apprentice harper and second as wherlings. Over the course of their partnership, Naanesk had grown accustomed to such a schedule and gladly wore a blindfold to protect his eyes if they happened to have a need of going outside anywhere. The blue wher held firm and strong in his belief that together they could do both their jobs as wherhandlers and harpers. In fact, as they worked in the crèche, he had taken to the role very strongly. At the moment he carried on his back a small child whom they were to drop off with his parents.
Naanell spotted the parents in the Weyrbowl and the boy dismounted from Naanesk, gave the wher a hug, and then wandered over to his parents. Naanell couldn’t help but smile. Looking at the bulk of the small wher it was difficult to imagine him as he was. Doting upon children was not something a wher would be pegged for but Naanesk would train himself and often did push ups with children on his back. One day, he would be strong enough to carry Naanell.
Be for Naanell. Strong for. Naanell run, train be strong. We run around bowl.
Can you hear that? There are too many people here to go running… I want to see what’s for auction here…
Through their bond, Naanell directed her wher through the masses of legs, some of whom were now departing. Apparently they were getting towards the end of the auction.
“… Anyway, I have seen that land and it’s practically desolate.”
The harper turned to look at the person next to her who had her arms folded and was shaking her head as she spoke to a friend. Apparently the auction was for something more than just pieces of furniture and treasure.
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Reky
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Post by Reky on Dec 28, 2012 15:49:14 GMT -5
Arms folded and head shaking, Osine was veritably unimpressed with the auctions that day. The land was terrible. She had wondered, once, with word of its uninhabited nature and cheap price, if it would be good for raising beasts for their leather, but the rocky terrain and dry soil produced only the wiriest, sparsest of grasses. The only good thing - and the word 'good' was meant out of pity - about it was the quaint metal-roofed hut atop the cliff. Clearly, the lot had not sold, since it was being auctioned. At least this time, they had included the section of beach as well, but it was no doubt littered with algae and jetsam.
Her friend and fellow rider, Ofeela of black Waedrith, shook her head as well. "I know," she agreed. "There's no use sitting around for this. I'd better get Waedrith oiled." She patted Osine's shoulder goodbye and left, but the cyanrider stayed put, arms still crossed.
She leaned, then, to Naanell. "It's a shameless money grab," she scoffed. "There's hardly been anything good for sale today. Useless trinkets, a few goats, and now this. I sure hope there's at least a few more lots left. They can't possibly end on this note." She had marks in her pocket and she was exasperated. She had come to spend them, hard-earned from both her work as a rider and a tanner. She had been hoping for artisan furniture, but alas - nothing.
Viorth was less irritated than her woman. In fact, she was quite enthralled by the auction, watching it with her keen eyes from a ledge above. She nosed her way into Osine's frustrated head.
No one's bidding on it, the cyan piped. You should bid on it.
Viorth, don't be stupid, Osine groaned. It's a terrible piece of land.
But no one's bidding on it! Viorth was too excited about it. Osine hardly thought that this was the time to stray from common sense for the sake of being different.
"You'd need the Masterfarmer to get anything to grow there," she sniffed to Naanell, raising a hand to swipe a scratch through her hair. "Absolute desolate." [/blockquote] |
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Dec 31, 2012 16:37:32 GMT -5
There were two riders speaking beside her, marked as such by the knots on their clothes. Naanell looked back at the auctioneer, a fresh frown on her face as she took the man in. It seemed odd that they would risk losing so many customers by ripping them off but she supposed that they had to make a living somehow. Land was difficult to come by, someone here would surely purchase it if only to get access to the land for another reason. Perhaps they could build another Crafthall? She nodded her head.
"I've not been here long but people don't seem very impressed. Is the land really that bad?"
Naanell pursed her lips and frowned as she looked around at the crowd that seemed to be dispersing with similar scoffs to that of Osine's. By now, they were both visible to the trader out the front. The mother of the boy they had returned walked past and shook her head, looking at Naanell as she walked. The handler knew that the woman had been considering for a while purchasing a plot of land, turns making up the necessary funds but this was ridiculous.
"It's a shame... Perhaps if someone did it up nicely there could be something more there."
Resting her chin on her hand as she watched on with some curiosity, Naanell wondered whether they were really desperate for money or if they were trying to rip someone off. Could be both she supposed but in cases like these she wished she could think the best of people. As she did this, Osine had moved her hand to scratch her ear. Next minute;
"Yes! You two young ladies down the back there. Yes you pointing to yourself and your friend. We are locked in. Going once."
Naanell's mouth dropped to the floor and she looked at Osine in a panic. She didn't have however many marks he was asking! What was the price, in the hundreds? She could imagine as much. Naanesk, feeling her alarm, growled softly.
"Shards..." She breathed.
Desperately she looked around for anyone else who thought they might bid but everyone was looking at them with equal surprise and incredulity.
Naanesk protect for Naanell from bad person.
No amount of protection from her wher would save her from this deal. Somehow she thought they were not likely to get out of this.
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