Never Trouble

Characters C'vryn, Lucrezia
Synopsis It's just a bit of chatty time between Lucrezia and C'vryn.
Out-of-Character Date August 24, 2014

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns
Second only to the Hatching Sands in size -- although its walls are not so nearly circular -- the living cavern is filled with numerous tables, almost too many to count. Most bear markings by rank and Wing, though there are a couple of dozen free for anyone's use. The Weyrleaders and other ranking residents have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths, although the hearths are kept as low-burning as possible, just enough to keep the stew pot that always hangs for late-night nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's new cooling system. There are several 'places' that you can find a seat at.

C'vryn is relaxing, feet up on a chair and idling for the moment. For once he's without his near permanent partner and there is a state of relaxation without Janja nearby.

And along comes a trader. Rezia arrives from the bowl, tangled up in a short conversation with a brownrider. The fellow eventually departs without incident, while the young woman continues on to her quest of getting a snack or a drink or whatever it is she's here for. Not that it matters, in the end; a quick survey of the caverns yields at least one familiar face and she raises a hand in cheerful greeting to C'vryn.

C'vryn glances up and offers a smile. "Why, Hello there. What have you been up to, Rezia? Something good I trust? Not getting in to trouble here at Igen already?" He actually makes the effort to put his feet on the floor and come to his feet, to wander over. "Hopefully nothing that I have to sort out? Tell me what is going on. I want to know." He's grinning then. "Come join me."

Lucrezia snares some water and fruit on her way over. All the while, there's laughter in her voice as she says, "I'm not -trouble- at all! But I can't help it if everyone -thinks- I am." Which is entirely true; she's yet to wear an Igen knot and that doesn't bode well when combined with her rogue trader status. "Did you want anything? I can get you something. Um. Otherwise- oh, gosh. I've been making a few deals with local traders and Ph'eles - that lovely fellow I was talking to - has been helping me find some crafters who are willing to work with me…" she could go on and on, but she stops herself to ask, "How about -you-, C'vryn? What have you been doing?"

"Oh, come sit down, dear. Tell me all that is going on." 'Ryn pauses, thinking "You're not trouble. I'm sorry, I just don't believe that at all. But that's a story for another time I gather. So long as I'm not bailing you out of the clink, we'll do fine I would think." He hmmms softly. "Oh, I'm doing alright. Taking a bit of a Janja free morning as it were, just to be by myself. Jan's sleeping in and all that. She's tired out from sewing last night." There's a glare for the retreating brownrider. "He's not trying anything with you is he. I don't have to go beat him up or anything do I?

The enthusiasm and curiosity certainly set one of her eyebrows higher than the other, but Lucrezia's quick to smile and giggle a bit about the whole thing. "Oh, -no-. Never!" There's a pause, then, "Well, there was that one dreadful time at a cothold when the people thought we were there to steal their children for some -awful- reason, but we cleared that up. But that's an -old- story." She follows along with a swish of skirts and a chiming of bracelets, head tilted at an avian-like angle while she listens. "Oh, you! You've gone and ruined the time for yourself by pulling me in, you know. And Janja sews? Oh! You'll have to remind me later. I've some lovely things for sewing." Like a firelizard, she flits from topic to topic with ease, landing next on: "And- oh! Oh, no. No, no, no. Ph'eles is a -dear-. He's been helping me a lot - he's the reason I'm even here, really. And now he's being lovely and helping me with some other things. If he -does- do anything, though, I promise I'll let you know so you can whomp on him."

C'vryn laughs softly. "Alright then, and yes. Jan's got her own business. She's in the with the weaver's. That's her trade you know, and she does commissions so she's always looking for fripperies and stuff that will go with what she has to make more items." He still gives a glare at the door. "Well. I just don't want you taken advantage of you know? Wouldn't be right as you're family and all and that would make me unhappy." He pauses. "WE did decide that, right? Have you thought about making your stay here at Igen a permanent one?"

Lucrezia smiles brightly and dips her head. "Wonderful! I tend to do most of my trading with that sort of thing - sewing stuff, baubles, jewelry, you know- shiny-shiny stuff." She purses her lips thoughtfully and taps a finger on her lips. "You know, I could just… -bring- you some things to show her. If she likes it, she can keep it. How's that sound?" Not very traderly, but it has to be that whole family thing in play. "I know, I know. I'll be good. I know how to take care of myself, don't you worry," and if there's a slight twitch to her smile, so be it. "Mm. And I think that's settled-settled. Ph'eles," that darned rider again, "did some hunting for some records and I double-checked and it's so -weird-." She beams. "Good, too, but -weird- to have blood family, you know? Um. And I've… I've thought about it. I still need to talk to, you know, the Lucao- because I'm still in with them, but I- I think I'd like to. It's so -weird-, though. -Weyrs- are weird."

C'vryn nods a bit more and points to a sit. "Now, sit here niece. Because I told you to. And no, you can't be just giving your stock away. Jan'll pay. She makes a decent living at what she does. Probably because it amuses most of the holders to have something made by a goldrider, but hey, we aren't complaining and well we do have to support ourselves now and it's not like she doesn't do good work. She might be a fluffhead, but she's a creative fluffhead." He's smiling fondly though. "Besides, you've got to support yourself too, you know. They weyr provides, but, not so well as we did back when there was thread. We've all got to work now." He frowns slightly. "I'll have Jan talk to Neyuni, or if I see her first, we'll get you a knot."

She sits and sets her glass and bowl down on the table. Lucrezia props her elbows on the table, rests her cheeks in her hands and nods just a little to C'vryn's words. "If you say so, sure! But I'd feel terrible charging her full for it. There are plenty of other people who'll pay full - or double, even, if you talk sweet enough." Which she, with her lilting voice, can no doubt manage with ease. "I'll see what I have, in either case. All of it's so lovely and shiny-shiny, I just don't have the skill to actually -do- anything with any of it, you know?" She giggles a little at the idea of a fluffhead goldrider anyway, since it's such a strange notion to the likes of her. She fusses a bit with her skirts to straighten them out. "I don't mind working hard at all, though. Trust me. I work hard - probably harder than most. You have to. Traders don't have it any easier than you do." If anything, it's probably harder, but she's not about to make that connection. Her smile returns with a vengeance and she squeals just a little. "Would you? Please? I don't know what they'll want me to do here, but I can do- oh, I can probably do anything at all if they want."

C'vryn uses his hands to talk alot, so this time is no exception. "Oh, it'd be no problem at all, to talk to either Jan, especially seeing as how I live with her and basically Jan works with Neyuni. And well, us bronzeriders do see the goldriders around here a fair bit. Somewhat like a hive. They have to keep us happy or something, you know." He frowns, apparently not liking that analagy as much after he says it, before he shrugs and goes on. "And of course Jan would pay, she'd feel bad if she didn't. But if you can get her some good deals on silk thread, she'd adore you forever. I know that's one of her biggest expenses at the moment, everyone wants something embroidered with silk which makes the item pretty useless all in all except for formal wear, but hey, what do I know?"

Lucrezia isn't quite so prone to gesticulating, so she's content to sit with her cheeks in her palms, elbows on the table, and just watch and listen. "Oh, thank you so much! I do appreciate it! And- oh, I suppose that makes sense," even if it might not quite, she's still quick to smile to reassure that it makes perfect sense to her. "And- oh! Silk! That's a bit tricky, but…" She sits back and taps on her chin thoughtfully. "You know, I might just know someone who knows someone else, you know…" she trails off thoughtfully as if to make a mental note. That's quickly done and she giggles just a tiny bit at the next. "Embroidery -is- lovely, though! It's all for the pretty-pretty, that's all. It seems silly to me to see those riders with all the fancy tooling on their dragon's straps, though; I guess that's how fancy, embroidered clothing must look to you. Goodness knows why it has to be -silk- embroidery, though. Any kind of embroidery is beautiful if it's well-done - and, if it's not, just add beads." Easy enough for her to say!

C'vryn merely shrugs. "I can't claim to understand it myself, but if folks have the marks for it, and they do, well. Janja's going to provide it, you know? And well, we're putting enough aside that we'll have some later in life we hope. She'll not be able to do all the fancy stuff her entire life, although I'll be able to work as a healer the entire time. Which that's a good thing." He glances again toward the girl. "So, are you wanting to stay a trader, or would you like to take up some sort of other craft? We could probably get you in as an apprentice at most places, with the family, if you had something you wanted to do bad enough."

"Well, that's all a trader does," Lucrezia reasons. "Provide something that people have a need for - and, sometimes, offer them something they -don't-, but make it seem like they need it anyway." She sucks on a piece of fruit before devouring it, only to give a slow, thoughtful nod to the rest. "She could always hire someone to do the fancy stuff if she's of a mind to? I suppose you couldn't do the same, Healering being a craft and all like that, but- aye, I've seen enough old fellows with shaky hands pass as Healers. I don't think you'll ever be that old guy, though, you know?" She's in the middle of munching another piece of fruit when the next question comes and she wrinkles her nose just a bit. "I don't know. It's not- um. It's not really a thing I've thought about, you know? I've always just been a trader. That's what I was raised to be. That's what I- I mean, I wasn't born into it, but that's just how it turned out." One shoulder rises and falls. "I don't think I'd be any good at anything else, to be honest. I'm good at turning a mark or three, so I suppose being a trader is the better bet - but I guess that's the half-Bitran in me."

C'vryn just starts laughing. "Oh, definately. Better to keep with what you're good at. But I did want to make the offer, if you thought there was something you might be better suited for. Because as family, I can do a few things." He wrinkles his nose. "Even if I get old, I do hope my hands don't shake, that would be terrible. Or if they're cold. That'd also be bad. Although not much chance of that at Igen." He smirks a little bit more before happening to glance at his watch and sighing. "And I should be heading out, honestly. Got to get started on my shift in the infirmary. Those little doses don't make themselves, you know."

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