24.Jul.19, 01:03 PM
Beckitt had just arrived a little before with the others from Ista. While Mylorah and the others beelined for dancing or shopping, he gave himself time to slowly take everything in, savoring the smells of roasts and goodies reserved for special occasions and the sounds of harpers carefully tuning their instruments or warming up their voices for the long day and night ahead.
Figuring it would be a while before the harpers really got into the swing of things, he detoured to investigate the market stalls to see what was on offer. Plenty of stalls sold fripperies or small items he could use as gifts for friends, he thought. He spent some of his precious collection of marks on sweets to savor later with Mylo, then spotted a familiar flash of bright copper hair as he left the stall, tucking the sweets in his bag.
“Vessa!” He called over to her with a wide grin. Between being at different Weyrs and her busy schedule, he had hardly seen her since before her Impression. He waved when she glanced his way and laughed at her incredulous greeting.
“I haven’t changed that much have I?” He asked with a chuckle, unaware that he had in fact. Seeing his reflection every day he had no idea how much a few short years had changed his facial structure from a gawky 16 year old with potential to a handsome young man.
Beckitt pulled the young woman into an enthusiastic hug as she came over. “How are you? It’s been ages!” He urged her into a twirl to show off her pretty dress. “You look fantastic, by the way.”
Figuring it would be a while before the harpers really got into the swing of things, he detoured to investigate the market stalls to see what was on offer. Plenty of stalls sold fripperies or small items he could use as gifts for friends, he thought. He spent some of his precious collection of marks on sweets to savor later with Mylo, then spotted a familiar flash of bright copper hair as he left the stall, tucking the sweets in his bag.
“Vessa!” He called over to her with a wide grin. Between being at different Weyrs and her busy schedule, he had hardly seen her since before her Impression. He waved when she glanced his way and laughed at her incredulous greeting.
“I haven’t changed that much have I?” He asked with a chuckle, unaware that he had in fact. Seeing his reflection every day he had no idea how much a few short years had changed his facial structure from a gawky 16 year old with potential to a handsome young man.
Beckitt pulled the young woman into an enthusiastic hug as she came over. “How are you? It’s been ages!” He urged her into a twirl to show off her pretty dress. “You look fantastic, by the way.”