One afternoon in the WeaverCraft Tent...

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Wide and airy inside, as are the buildings of Southern Boll, this tent 
  is awash in colour. Not from the tent itself, but from the tapestries, 
  rugs and other Weavercraft products neatly stacked around.The tent is 
  divided into two display areas, separated by curtains. One contains 
  clothing and tailoring items, and the other contains tapestries and 
  other goods. Please feel free to look around and browse, and contact a 
  Weaver if you'd like to purchase a copy of anything you see. 

Kindre peers over and nods, "Oh, it's adorble...hrm," she wrinkles up 
  her brows, "mayhap they've a brown one here somewhere, too?" Wandering 
  around a bit, she stops suddenly before a tapestry. "Great 
  Faranth...Half-Circle...look at this, Kassima, it's my home." 

Kassima nods. "Aye, I've always admired that tapestry... d'you remember 
  Damian? Who Stood with your group, though he didn't Impress? 'Tis his 
  work." 

Kassima beams as she spots the Weyr version of the finger puppets. "Oh, 
  Kindre, just *look* at these... they're perfect! Either as gift, or 
  just as something to entertain children with...." 

Kindre's head bobs slowly as her eyes study the details of the tapestry. 
  "Yes, I remember him...I had no idea he was so talented." Turning her 
  head, she smiles looking over the puppets. "Crackdust, they're 
  adorable, too! I bet they'd be a hit with the children at home." 

Kassima ohs as she spots the High Reaches rug. "And this... 'tis another 
  gift, and I know just whom 'twould be perfection for. If only 'twas 
  near his Turnday--but, there may be one like it in this tent at 
  another Gather, so I think I'll wait and see." 

Kassima smiles as she points to the Finger Points tapestry for Benden. 
  "And there's another one of home. So, Kindre, going to buy that Storm 
  Warning tapestry? Damian told me 'tis what 'tis called...." 

Kindre grins, "It is lovely, that rug...for M'rgan you're thinking," she 
  woners recalling the friendship and the rider from a few visits to 
  Benden. Her eyes are a bit wide, "Jays, I want to buy all of them!" 
  Giggling, she reappreciates the tapestry. "I think I may have to. It 
  reminds me so much of home." 

Kassima laughs and nods. "Precisely, aye--for he and Kena's weyr." 

Kindre nods again, "Should at least help warm High Reaches cold floors, 
  especially in their weyr." 

Kassima sighs. "And if that tapestry of the green were closer to 
  Lysseth's colors... welladay." 

Kindre shakes her hed and eyes s much s possible. "Everything is so 
  lovely. It's going to be hard to walk out of here with only one new 
  possession." 

A red haired apprentice comes scurrying up nervously. His voice squeaks 
  as he recites. "Weaver's duty to Benden, Ma'ams. Let me know if I can 
  help you." 

Kassima chuckles. "I don't think I'll even try...." She turns to the 
  Apprentice, and smiles. "Benden's duties to the Weaver Hall as well. I 
  believe I'd like to purchase a pair of things, m'self, but Kindre can 
  go first." 

Kindre brightens upon hearing the voice, "Yes, actually I think I need 
  some help...this tapestry? The one of the storm outside of 
  Half-Circle? I'd like to purchase it." In an aside, she adds, 
  "Benden's duty to your Craft...thnk you Kassima." 

The red haired apprentice turns to the goldrider and makes a gesture 
  that is intended to be a nod of respect but comes out looking like an 
  awkward curtsey. "It's a lovely tapestry," he squeaks, as if he's 
  reciting memorized lines. "The weyrwoman has excellent taste." 

Kindre smiles, feeling a bit awkward herself but recovers quickly. "I 
  was born and raised at Half-Circle," she confesses, "and this reminds 
  me of home so much...everything about it. The maker is truly gifted 
  with talent." 

The apprentice nods, his nervousness lost a moment though his voice 
  still squeaks. "Yeah! Damian's good at that..." He blushes then does 
  another polite nod-curtsey. "Shall I have the tapestry wrapped up for 
  the weyrwoman?" He's back to reciting his lines. 

Kassima chuckles. "Aye, she does. I daresay Damian would be pleased to 
  find a goldrider purchasing the tapestry," she adds with a wink for 
  her friend. "For awhile, he likely thought he'd have to settle for a 
  greenrider. If ever I run into him again, I'll tell him he lucked out 
  and escaped *that* dreadful fate." 

Kindre blinks a few times, "Damian? I Stood with him at Benden's last 
  Hatching..." her voice and thoughts trail off momentarily before her 
  smile returns nd she bobs her head. "Would you please? I truly want 
  this for my weyr. How many marks for it?" 

Kindre chuckles at Kassima. 

The apprentice flashes a desperate look at the main part of the tent, 
  but the journeyranks and even the Master don't seem to be inclined to 
  come to his rescue. "Uhm," and his voice squeaks even worse. "Five 
  marks, ma'am?" 

Kindre blinks a bit and chuckles with inner mirth for the nervous 
  apprentice. "Five marks you say," she asks with somewhat surprised 
  tone, "seems hardly enough for such mastery of thread." 

Kassima nudges Kindre with her elbow. 

Kindre blinks again, muttering something about her lack of bargaining 
  skills. "Though it sounds fair enough. Here," she says while quickly 
  pulling the required marks from a small pouch, "five for the 
  tapestry." 

The apprentice's eyes pop open and he glances again at the main tent, 
  now panicked that he didn't ask enough for the tapestry. He stumbles 
  over his tongue, "Five marks is all I could ask of a goldrider, 
  ma'am." He accepts the marks with a bit of a relieved look on his 
  face. "Thank-you ma'am! I'm sure you'll be pleased. Uh... It will be 
  wrapped and ready for you whenever you come to pick it up. Your name, 
  if I may ask, ma'am?" 

Kindre smiles widely as her eyes again appreciate the work. "I am 
  already pleased, to be true. It is my thanks thanks thaat are needed 
  here." Turning her eyes back up, she blinks out of her 
  self-recollection of Half-Circle, "Hmm? Oh, forgive me, I'm Kindre of 
  Benden Weyr." 

Kassima smiles slightly as she waits for Kindre to conclude her 
  business, looking over the High Reaches rug again with an admiring 
  eye. 

The apprentice looks guitly. "I think I should have known that, ma'am." 
  And he turns to flee. Journeyrank Penelope nudges him and he turns 
  back, looking even guiltier. "And did you need something, Greenrider, 
  Ma'am?" 

Kassima smiles and looks back over. "Aye, aye--'twas looking to purchase 
  yon finger puppets--the Weyr set--and mayhaps the woolen rug with the 
  High Reaches pattern, if'n the prices are right." 

Kindre waves a hand and continues to smile, "I'm a quiet sort, not many 
  recall my name, I don't believe, so 'tis okay." Crossing her arms and 
  looking back over the items Kassima's eyes are on, she grins. "That 
  rug is lovely, I was hoping you'd attempt to purchase it." 

Kassima nods to Kindre, grinning. "Really *'twill* make a perfect gift, 
  in very deed. Now, if only Aph or Bree or someone knows *when* his 
  Turnday is...." 

Kindre wrinkles up her lips, "I'm sure Breana would know...she seems the 
  sort to recall occasions to become even happier than her usual self." 

Kindre then grins. 

The apprentice gulps, running nervous fingers through short-cropped red 
  hair. "The puppets -and- the rug, ma'am?" A glance for help goes once 
  again unrewarded. The ever watchful journeyranks are suddenly too busy 
  again. "I could give you both for... 8 marks?" 

Kindre's mouth widens to a grin as she now nudges the greenrider. "A bit 
  steep," she says with mock-concern, "but you may regret pssing up such 
  lovely items." 

Kassima chuckles at Kindre, then hrms and nods. "Aye... aye, sounds a 
  bit steep indeed," her eyes twinkle; it's hard to tell whether she's 
  serious. "But, I'll likely be getting my marks' worth from them." She 
  opens her black belt pouch and pulls out a handfull of mark pieces, 
  counting out eight and offering these to the apprentice with a quirked 
  smile. 

The apprentice's eyes pop open so wide you might worry they'll just fall 
  out. He accepts the marks with a polite little awkward nod. 
  "Thank-you, ma'am. I mean, I'm sure you'll be more than pleased.. I 
  mean..." He gulps. "Who should I have the package wrapped for?" 

Kassima chuckles. "For Kassima, also of Benden Weyr, and thank you. I'm 
  already pleased with the looks of the wares; if who they're intended 
  for is half as pleased, then so too shall I be." 

Kindre stands watching the exchange with obvious humor. Doing her best 
  not chuckle aloud at the somewht shaken apprentice, she adds her 
  agreement. "I think the items will be well-thnked for, Kassi." 

The apprentice nods again, gathering up the items to set them aside. 
  "Weaver's duty," he squeaks. "It's a poor apprentice's pleasure to 
  help such distinguished ladies." This last line sounds utterly 
  ridiculous coming from his lips, and he must know it, for he ducks his 
  head, going bright red, and busies himself with the rug. 

Kindre inclines her head as the wide smile stys on her lips, "Benden's 
  duty to the talented Weavers. Thank you for being so helpful." 

Kassima smiles and curtseys. "'Tis our pleasure to be dealing, and make 
  nay mistake; 'twas truly nice doing business with you." She 
  straightens up and echoes Kindre with, "Benden's duties, and our 
  thanks." 

The apprentice looks up, bright red, to nod. "Thank you, ma'ams." and 
  then returns to rolling up the rug, ever so carefully. 

Kassima chuckles, and turns to her friend. "Well, where to next?" She 
  picks up the perch, re-balancing it against her shoulder. 

Kindre's arms are still crossed on her chest. With a quick nod of her 
  head, she says, "Seems we were lucky enough to still have snatched up 
  some of the finer objects." Looking towards the exit of the tent, her 
  brows quirk in thought. "Hmm, I'm not certain...mayhap the Winecraft 
  tent? Oh, are you alright to carry all of this," she asks while 
  judging the greenrider's balance of things. 

Kassima chuckles. "Aye, well enough, well enough! The Winecraft's 
  pavilion sounds excellent to me; buying things makes me thirsty." 

Kindre smirks, "True enough there..." 

The apprentice carries the rug over to his friend, starting to wrap it 
  up with the puppets. His whispered words aren't as quiet as they 
  should be. "Eight marks! Can you imagine having eight marks to spend 
  all at once!?" 

Kassima grins at Kindre. "One of the benefits of having a friend who's 
  nay only a high better but also rather bad at dragonpoker," she 
  murmurs to the goldrider, in a similarly not-quite-quiet voice. "And 
  those whers who keep insisting they can beat me in knife-throwing... 
  you'd think they'd learn better than to wager on that by now." 

The other apprentice nudges his friend. "Hush. They're dragonriders, 
  Rog, you wounded wherry-brain." Both apprentices look sharply up at 
  the mention of knife-throwing. 

Kindre snickers a bit as the apprentices words reach her ears. Shaking 
  her small red pouch, she smiles, "I believe I've enough for mayhap one 
  more item from here and for placing bets on the races." Laughing a 
  bit, she bobs her head at Kssima, "You'd think, hmm? Well, better for 
  your profit I'd say." Another moment of chuckling escapes her as she 
  catches sight of the apprentices' looks. 

Kassima smiles sweetly at the apprentices, then grins at Kindre. "Ah, 
  but you've nay seen the other tents yet, have you? And so 'tis, 
  i'truth! Or in this case, to Mart's profit, if'n he likes the rug." 

Kindre shakes her head, "No, this is the only tent I've been able to 
  visit so far. Shall we wander over to the Winecraft's? Some vintage 
  spirits would be perfect after such a find." Stepping away from the 
  other tapestries, she adds, "I'm certain M'rgan will love that rug." 

The two apprentices argue quietly, looking about to start wrestling 
  together like two infant felines. "No, the greenrider is Kaffida. 
  Yeah. Get the name right, you lame-brain." "Yeah, that's the 
  gorldrider's name. No, no, you got it wrong. No, you ask her. NO, you 
  ask her. I'll ask Penelope.." and on and on, the two apprentices argue 
  until Penelope hushes the both of them, correcting the names and 
  sending them on packing duties. 

Kassima starts laughing under her breath, and nods to Kindre. "'Twould! 
  And mayhaps after that, we can see what's to see in Woodcraft and the 
  exhibits...." She adjusts the balance of her carried perch, and heads 
  outside, with a nod for the Weavers that she passes. 
Kassima moves out of the tapestries and other goods display area. 

Kindre ambles out of the tapestries and other goods display area.