Another Day in the City of Tents (Derailey)

[Laria]

43rd Day of Summer, 511 AV. Endrykas was buzzing with activity as always. The sun was reaching its peak, and though it was hot, the large canopies of the tents and Pavilions offered shade to the Drykas people. On this particular day, a young woman wound her way through the mill of people, heading for a particular tent. She was searching for a good deal on grain to feed her fathers horses. He had given her enough miza to buy at almost any price, but all the same, a good deal was never to be passed up. She had asked her father beforehand where she was likely to find such a tent. She didn’t possess the skill of webbing, and would probably get lost if she didn’t have some direction. He had tapped into the Endrykas web for a few moments, and had located most of the appropriate merchants for her. After enquiring at a few of the tents, she had come across a place that seemed promising. Laria’s father had a large number of horses, and so the merchant would need a generous supply of feed. A few chimes of conversation ensued and both the girl and merchant nodded with smiles. She handed over the small bag of mizas and then moved on to discussing delivery with the merchant’s assistant. Delivery was important; there was no way Laria would be able to transport the amount of feed herself, and with no horse. After that was sorted, she decided she would take a further stroll, and see what the next tents were selling. Endrykas shifted around each time the city moved, and so the tents would often end up in different orders. Mod Note : The money Laria was using was her father’s money, and so it will not need to be deducted from her ledger. Her father is her Pavilion Ankal, and is not a playable pc, so she is free from effects of his losses/income.

[Derailey]

After what seemed like the longest journey home in the world, Derailey had managed to arrive back at Endrykas. People swarmed the streets, their voices blending with the sounds of horses hooves hitting the ground, the burning and crackle of fire, and the occasional sound of clanking metal. It had grown since she had been gone, and though she was not a person for crowds, she did feel a small sense of satisfaction knowing that her home was thriving.

They had been on the main market road for about half a bell now, and Derailey, being the indecisive shopper that she is, had only just spotted a tent that caught her interest. She approached it, leading Chel by her reigns, and her dog Solo padding along beside her, looking like a huge white shedding bear. She scanned the contents of the tent with her eyes, having yet to enter, she wanted to make sure she actually needed some of the items before delving into her Miza.

She walked in, sliding her bag strap off of her shoulder so it could dangle loosely in her arm as she walked. There were Several tent covers lining the walls. She would need two. One for the city, which she would have to remember to come back and move, and one for her exploration, when she couldn't find a cave in the grasses, though she had most of them marked.

She eyed the man in charge as he handed a bundle of tent covers to one of his customers. The merchant smile, friendly like, and waved him off, before turning his attention to Derailey. He raised a brow, "Is this the child of Benevelo I see?" He walked closer to Derailey, who offered him something close to a smile. This man had been a close friend of her father's when he was alive it seems, but she didn't really remember him.

Derailey took a few steps forward, eyeing the one person tents. "Do you think I could get two of those?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

The man crossed his arms and laughed loudly, "Why of course. Four GM if you don't mind?" Derailey shook her head, retrieving the money as the man took the two bundles behind the table he seemed to be ordering at. "Anything else?"

Derailey continued to scan, "A rucksack and some rope."

He went off for a second and returned, placing the items on top of the tent roles. "Six GM." Derailey nodded, handing him the money. "That should do it." Derailey stuffed one of the tent bundles in her new rucksack, as well as the rope, and placed that carefully inside of her bag, returning the strap to her shoulder, and the other bundle in hand, she began to leave, hearing the shop keep say, "Stay safe now, you hear?" She of course gave him no answer.

Chel and Solo had been waiting patiently outside for her, which she smiled at. She went to Chel's side, and locked down her bag on her saddle, and gave Solo a scratch on the top of his head. Now all she would need to do is by some feed, dog food, and she bit her lip, she had been wanting to add a new addition to the party, but she was having a hard time decided what she wanted it to be. She sighed, continueing down the market road, thinking to herself as she passed under the shadows of the tents.

She had gotten so caught up in scanning the through the tents, that she had failed to notice someone who had just walked out of the tent in front of her. Derailey bumped into her hard, hard enough to send her back a few step, her hand automatically going to her knife, though when she caught site of the girl who had no idea of what was going on either, she refrained from unsheathing it. She muttered an apology, casting her eyes in another direction, and as she was about to walk off, she heard Solo's deep growl.

The large white dog, more than half of Derailey's size, slowly stepped toward the girl with a menacing bark, teeth bared and ready. Derailey sighed, this poor dog just did not like people. It was nearly on top of her, before Derailey halted him with a sharp whistle. "Solo!" His ears flattened, and his tail curved in slightly, and reluctantly he backed away from the girl, but never took his eyes off of her. "He doesn't like strangers." Derailey said unapologetically.

[Laria]

The next tent Laria had come across was a store run by people of the Ruby clan. The keeper today had been a young woman, and she had enjoyed a lengthy conversation before browsing her purchase prospects. The main bulk of the goods was jewellery, and Laria had spent a long time agonizing over various bracelets. Eventually, she had settled on a plaited and woven bracelet made from various silk and cotton threads. It was silver, white and purple and perfectly emanated her Clan colours. The stall-keeper had helped her secure it round the girls wrist before taking the money, and they had parted with friendly smiles. Laria was so enthralled by her purchase, examining the delicate bracelet as she left the tent, that she completely missed another passer-by. She hit the person hard with her left shoulder, and ended up taking a couple of steps backward. Her head snapped up in surprise to see another young woman, more or less the same age as herself. Laria voiced her own apology after the woman's, and made to turn away. However, as she did so, a large white canine stepped up to her. It's teeth were bared and a low, threatening growl rumbled deep in it's chest. The dog inched ever closer, and Laria stood rooted to the spot, never taking her eyes off of the creature. What on earth? Is he that girl's dog? The canine was so close now she could swear it's breath was making the bottom of her tunic flutter. A sharp whistle and a shouted name made it halt before it could attack her, and Laria looked up relieved. The dog had backed off to stand near the girl she had bumped into. She offered the girl a little smile to show there was no harm done. "I can tell. Though I'm sure he thought I had hurt you." She glanced to the dog again, who was still watching her warily. "My name is Laria Sunstorm, Amethyst Clan." Another smile, though this time a little apologetic. "I hope I didn't actually hurt you. I should have been paying more attention."

Ledger Note-10sm for bracelet

[Derailey]

Derailey shook her head, deciding to put in a few more words to make sure Solo had not done some damaging offense to the girl. Even if she didn't show it on her face, there was really no telling how his reaction the the woman really affected her. "He really meant no harm." She tilted her head a bit to the side, her reddish brown hair falling over her shoulder, as she sent a look toward Solo. That was a lie. He was fully prepared to kill the woman right then and there, but Derailey would never have allowed it.

Her expression perked up at the mention of the Amethyst clan. They were well known to be exceptional horse breeders, and that was a matter that Derailey had come to handle back here in Endrykas. She gave the girl an amused smirk, and offered out her hand. "Derailey Benevelo. Diamond Clan." She clasped the girl's wrist, "Well met."

"No harm done, but...tell me. Does your family care for the amazing horses your clan is so famous for?" Her words, she noticed, did seem to come off sounding a bit rude, but there was no ill intent in her tone. She was just asking the questions necessary, so that she could get on with her visit. "I seem to be needing an addition to my traveling party," she gestured toward Solo and Chel, the over sized canine, and her large, muscled Nightwalker. "I was hoping to find well bred horses at a fair price."

[Laria]

Laria let her gaze fall back to the dog. She wasn’t entirely convinced by the woman’s words. She wasn’t an expert on canine behaviour, but she knew when a dog meant to hurt, and this one certainly had. The canine still didn’t seem to want to back off from Laria, but the girl chose to re-focus on the woman instead. She sensed the shift in the woman’s attention at the mention of the Amethyst Clan. Laria took the offered hand and shook it, before letting her arm fall back to her side. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she responded. “If you are after a Strider, I am afraid my family cannot help you.” She paused and looked over at the Nightwalker standing by. “My father breeds horses for those with Striders already, or for those who wish for another breed of horse.” Her father had taken a gamble by choosing to breed non-Striders, that was what people had said. However it had paid off, and he had some on the best non-Strider mounts in the Clan. “If that’s what you’re after, I can take you to have a look.”

OOCSorry it took me so long to reply.
Also, please note that I cannot actually sell you a horse. If you really do want to buy one, I can talk to Lariat and see if I can NPC Laria's father to sell you one or something.

[Elysium]

Laria

XP:
Observation +2
Socialization +1
Negotiation +1

Lore:
Derailey of the Diamond Clan
The Warhound "Solo"

Notes: Derailey, until you get several things on your sheet sorted out, I cannot offer you a grade. You need to submit an application for Chel to the HD if he/she is anything other than an animal. They'd be classified as a traveling NPC. Second, I went and approved your sheet Laria since it hadn't been approved yet for some odd reason. Please shoot me a message if you have any comments or concerns.

and so, the journey continues...