Post by arratra on May 24, 2009 21:11:59 GMT -5
Arratra clambered down from the back of a brown dragon, who had carried him to Crescent hold to collect the Fire Lizard egg he had purchased. He was quite used to this now, and moved with the grace and ease that practice brought. He took note of the position of the fire pits and fixed the image in his mind; if he did finally Impress, he would make absolutely sure he would be the best Dragon Rider he could be. After all, Thread was supposed to be just six Turns away.
Entering the Hold's central room, he spotted the matronly old woman he'd purchased the egg from by the hearth. She looked up as he approached.
"Ah, good," she said, stroking the green Fire Lizard on her shoulder, "I've been expecting you, young man."
"The egg?"
She indicated one she'd set slightly to the side, "That one there. Now, where are the Marks?"
"You already have them."
She tapped her lip, "Do I now? No, I don't seem to remember receiving them. The Marks. Now."
Arratra placed his hand on his money pouch, giving the old crone a hard stare.
"Can't you make an honest living, crone?" he demanded, "Or do you scam everyone out of their Marks? Your eyes slid to the left as you said that, and your hand moved to your money pouch. Do not make me take this to the Lord Holder. I gave you the Marks, fair and square, as you asked, in advance. You have no right to demand more."
The crone sighed, "For once, someone smart buys an egg. Fine. Take the sharding thing. It's more trouble than it's worth, what with you around. Take it and go!"
Arratra scooped up the egg, and slipped it into a fur-lined pouch he'd borrowed for this. He simultaneously slapped the crone's wrist as she attempted to pick his pocket.
As she reached for his money pouch again, he grabbed her wrist and twisted; she yelped and her hand opened, revealing Arratra's Weyr-stone string.
"Don't do that again, crone, or you'll be feeling a blade digging into your back as I take you directly to the Lord Holder. Don't try my patience."
He snatched his string, reattached it to his belt, and whirled around, deliberately stepping on the old crone's toes in the process. She drew in her breath, but didn't complain.
Arratra pulled the wherhide riding jacket he'd borrowed around him, already preparing for the journey back to Dalibor. He stopped abruptly to avoid walking into someone.
When he looked up, he was startled to see the Lord Holder.
"Lord Holder. I beg your pardon. I was just on my way back to Dalibor Weyr from collecting something..." his voice trailed off when he noticed the man's troubled expression.
"I'll just be going, then," he said, stepping around him and making for the brown, who had just landed.
Entering the Hold's central room, he spotted the matronly old woman he'd purchased the egg from by the hearth. She looked up as he approached.
"Ah, good," she said, stroking the green Fire Lizard on her shoulder, "I've been expecting you, young man."
"The egg?"
She indicated one she'd set slightly to the side, "That one there. Now, where are the Marks?"
"You already have them."
She tapped her lip, "Do I now? No, I don't seem to remember receiving them. The Marks. Now."
Arratra placed his hand on his money pouch, giving the old crone a hard stare.
"Can't you make an honest living, crone?" he demanded, "Or do you scam everyone out of their Marks? Your eyes slid to the left as you said that, and your hand moved to your money pouch. Do not make me take this to the Lord Holder. I gave you the Marks, fair and square, as you asked, in advance. You have no right to demand more."
The crone sighed, "For once, someone smart buys an egg. Fine. Take the sharding thing. It's more trouble than it's worth, what with you around. Take it and go!"
Arratra scooped up the egg, and slipped it into a fur-lined pouch he'd borrowed for this. He simultaneously slapped the crone's wrist as she attempted to pick his pocket.
As she reached for his money pouch again, he grabbed her wrist and twisted; she yelped and her hand opened, revealing Arratra's Weyr-stone string.
"Don't do that again, crone, or you'll be feeling a blade digging into your back as I take you directly to the Lord Holder. Don't try my patience."
He snatched his string, reattached it to his belt, and whirled around, deliberately stepping on the old crone's toes in the process. She drew in her breath, but didn't complain.
Arratra pulled the wherhide riding jacket he'd borrowed around him, already preparing for the journey back to Dalibor. He stopped abruptly to avoid walking into someone.
When he looked up, he was startled to see the Lord Holder.
"Lord Holder. I beg your pardon. I was just on my way back to Dalibor Weyr from collecting something..." his voice trailed off when he noticed the man's troubled expression.
"I'll just be going, then," he said, stepping around him and making for the brown, who had just landed.