30.Jul.19, 02:33 PM
When his Lord father stopped for lunch, Tazikel took that as his cue, and he cheerfully told his father and brother he'd be striking off on his own for a while, and they would be all set without him, right? As usual, his father acquiesced, knowing keeping him around was more trouble than it was worth. Also because Barenkel knew his son was easily bored by too much politics and wanted him to have fun at the Gather, but Tazikel didn't think much on that motivation.
He wandered the merchant stalls, not looking for anything in particular, just browsing all the wares that were on display. There were plenty of things that caught his eye, though Tazikel tried to resist buying too many things just because he liked it a little or thought it was interesting. He even mostly succeeded. Tazikel was poking around a shoe stall when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of someone he thought he recognized.
He hadn’t seen Kordiavis in something like five, maybe six turns. Tillek and Ista Holds were fairly close, if not close physically, and even before the dragonriders returned and made travel much easier his family had made the effort to see the Lord Holder family of Ista at least once a turn. Nowadays they got together more often, but shortly after the dragonriders returned and improved the ease of travel, Kordiavis and his mother moved to one of the Weyrs and Tazikel hadn’t seen him since. He wasn’t even sure the man he’d just seen was Kordiavis, but he looked like how Tazikel remembered him, plus a few turns.
Tazikel thanked the merchant of the shoe stall for his time and left to quietly get a little closer to possibly-Kordiavis to see if he could confirm if it was, indeed, his friend. Probably-Kordiavis went over to a vendor selling art supplies, and Tazikel wandered closer as the man did his shopping. From closer up, Tazikel was almost positive it was, in fact, Kordiavis, and he was just debating how best to greet him when almost-certainly-Kordiavis turned around.
“You couldn’t ruin something this nice if you wanted to,” Tazikel grinned, excited he was right and he got the chance to see his friend. “Hello, Kordiavis, it’s been a while. How are the Weyrs treating you?”
He wandered the merchant stalls, not looking for anything in particular, just browsing all the wares that were on display. There were plenty of things that caught his eye, though Tazikel tried to resist buying too many things just because he liked it a little or thought it was interesting. He even mostly succeeded. Tazikel was poking around a shoe stall when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of someone he thought he recognized.
He hadn’t seen Kordiavis in something like five, maybe six turns. Tillek and Ista Holds were fairly close, if not close physically, and even before the dragonriders returned and made travel much easier his family had made the effort to see the Lord Holder family of Ista at least once a turn. Nowadays they got together more often, but shortly after the dragonriders returned and improved the ease of travel, Kordiavis and his mother moved to one of the Weyrs and Tazikel hadn’t seen him since. He wasn’t even sure the man he’d just seen was Kordiavis, but he looked like how Tazikel remembered him, plus a few turns.
Tazikel thanked the merchant of the shoe stall for his time and left to quietly get a little closer to possibly-Kordiavis to see if he could confirm if it was, indeed, his friend. Probably-Kordiavis went over to a vendor selling art supplies, and Tazikel wandered closer as the man did his shopping. From closer up, Tazikel was almost positive it was, in fact, Kordiavis, and he was just debating how best to greet him when almost-certainly-Kordiavis turned around.
“You couldn’t ruin something this nice if you wanted to,” Tazikel grinned, excited he was right and he got the chance to see his friend. “Hello, Kordiavis, it’s been a while. How are the Weyrs treating you?”